Where there's light...

Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun or any of the characters, I just like the games.

Wasabe?! This is my first fan fic and I'm kinda nervous. It took me a long while to find an original idea, or as far as I could tell. PLEASE, if you read this, review, and let me know if anyone else has written something like this so I can grovel and apologize. If I get enough reviews I'll update fairly quickly, so here goes...

Chapter 1: A Fell Wind

It's been two years since Felix, Isaac, and the rest reawakened Alchemy to the world and unleashed the Golden Sun. After returning to the rubble of Vale, being reunited with their family and friends, and thinking over their adventures, the comrades parted ways. Only Ivan remained alone among the group, choosing to return solo to Kalay and Master Hammet...

Ivan awoke with a start, breathing heavily with heart pounding and brow sweating. It was the nightmare again. He got up and crossed the length of his little bedroom to the dresser and mirror, where he studied his reflection in the mirror.

He was seventeen now, still fairly short but with more defined features that showed adulthood. He had some muscle now, and his true powers as a Jupiter Adept were starting to take full bloom.

Something is missing, Ivan thought. Something he had felt since the company had destroyed the Wise One's dragon...that there was something else. Something...

Ivan returned to bed, deciding to reflect upon it in the morning.

And morning came. Ivan sleepily got up and dressed himself, then started his morning training by warping out of the room to the castle's back garden.

Here was where Ivan practiced his skills daily. He had mastered many psynergies here and perfected others. He started off by creating five small tornadoes, then gradually increasing the size until the nearby trees began to uproot. The poor palace gardener had given up on making Ivan's training ground look presentable, as uprooted shrubs and flowers were strewn everywhere, along with loads of trash and dirt.

After an hour Ivan teleported back to his room, sweaty but feeling much more clear-headed. After washing off he meditated on the dream. I know there's significance, but what? He thought. Destroying the Wise One's dragon, placing the Elemental Stars, freeing the Djinn, repairing Vale...Djinn! Ivan gasped. No, it couldn't...but...I must find Kraden! Ivan got up and went over to a small corner of the room. There he spoke a few words under his breath, causing a latch to appear. Ivan opened the little closet to reveal a small sword in a green scabbard. "My Elven Blade..." he said fondly. This was the one weapon he kept from his journeys, and it was his favorite. He placed it on his bed, changed into his traveling robe, and fastened the sword. Then he teleported out of the castle's North Gate.

His quest had begun. And it started in Vale.