OK, This is my first fic. I need to start practicing so when I take Creative Writing, I won't fail it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Golden Sun. Or anything else.
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The Lost Age of Men
Chapter 1
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"Aw..Dad, do I really have to?" Sam sighed. His daughter, Lydia, was the most precious thing to him. He just wished she would do as told. She always had to whine and complain before she did as he asked. Typical teenager. This time it was chores, which always seemed to induce the most awful complaining.
"Yes, you have to wash the dishes. It's not that difficult. Now that we have running water, you don't even have to fetch the water. Be grateful," he told her. Indoor plumbing was just recently invented and they had just installed it into their house. They were very lucky to have it. He sighed. Kids these days, he thought. They just don't realize what it was like to live without all these luxuries. His mind wandered back to the days before he married. Those were the good days, he thought. Before…
The night turned dark and wet as a storm rolled in and blocked out the stars. Thunder crashed overhead, and the lightning eerily flashed to reveal the creatures of the night. A large group of men quickly marched towards a small village in the distance. The only sound they made was the squelch of their boots on the wet ground and the light clinking of metal weapons.
As they arrive at the village, the frontrunner rips off the door to the first house and quickly enters. Several screams are heard, then he runs out, throws some oil in the house, and tosses in a match and moves on as the house slowly catches fire. The other follow suit. The villagers start to realize that something is amiss. In the far side of town, a young woman groggily sits up and quickly wakes to sounds of destruction. She shakes her husband awake and runs to get her little baby. The family races from the house, closely followed by others that were alerted to the danger. Some of the attackers see them, and quickly fire arrows into the escaping pack. Several fall, one of which was the woman holding her little girl. Her husband goes to her, and she cries, "No! Take the baby and run!" The husband, in shock, does as he was commanded, and runs off into the night…
Tears welled up in Sam's eyes. No! I have to be strong for Lydia. I can't cry, he thought. It was so hard, he missed her so much. He turned away from his daughter. He never found out why those men came to slaughter their village. He couldn't understand how any person could do that to another. For now, he was somewhat contented to live in peace. But one day…he would find out who those murderers were…
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