The
Curse of el Sol Dorado
By: Fehize
I don't own Golden Sun, nor claim too. But if I could, I most deffinatly would!
Many
years ago, the Golden Sun rose on Mt. Alph. Stories of Alex alive
were running rampant, telling that he was alive and thirsting
revenge.
However, all of this was false when the body of Alex was
found by the Grand Healers in an attempt to enter Sol Sanctum
again.
In those many long years, Vale was remade by the huge hole
near it's former site. A propserous large city where others go and
become stronger Adepts.
In those ten years, every person has heard
of the tales of the eight heros.
Seven of those eight heros have
gone onto things that they enjoyed.
Felix went with Jenna, opening
a trade route with Izumo and Vale.
Ivan went with Hamma to become
thePrince of Contigo. Hamma the Queen.
Sheba and Piers got
married. They currently live in Lermuria.
Mia and Garet have moved
on as well. They both live together as husband and wife in Imil,
trading with the Lermurians. Together, they have discovered a new
Life Potion. Mixing Hermes Water and Lermurian Water makes a person's
life last five times as long as just drinking Lermurin water. Thus,
no one is antirely afraid of dying early.
Yes, only seven of those
lucky eight who vanquished "evil" away. Three of those
seven were against the "evil", but then the other four
showed them that the "evil" was no evil...
Only
seven.
Of Eight.
"Do I have
to go on outside again, mom? It's getting pretty late..."
"Yes,
little Isaac-kun!"
"Mom..."
"Beats
Robiny-poo, doesn't it?"
"You picked that up at Izumo,
didn't you...?"
"...
"And?"
"Moooommmmmm..."
The
seventeen year looking old boy walked out of the iron door that leasd
to the outside world that was filled with color and light. Not many
people of that area had seen door made of iron before The Day, but
now, they were seen everywhere. Especially since getting money was
easy if you were and Adept. Just go on along and kill and monster you
could be able to see. 'Twas pretty easy, since the city of Vale was
full of Adepts. Now, with the old man Kraden living back at his
little home in the now-busy city, and trade with the eastern
civilization, it was considered the Lermuria of the Eastern Land.
Nice name for a place that used to live in seclusion and only little
hay and plaster homes.
The day was in mid-summer. It was very nice
and warm, nothing like the scorching deserts that burned down south
even in the winter. About seventy-five degrees (accourding to the
thing that Kraden called a thermometer) and staying steady. The
butterflies could be seen wafting around. They found Vale peaceful
and beautful. A haven for those who did not flutter south for the
winter. Summer roses were blooming along every window sill, by the
very path. Vale had transformed itself into something much bigger and
grander than all of the cities in northern Angara. Some even say it
rivals, or even beats, Tolbi itself.
Along the stone roads, the
teenager - almost a man - walked. His orange-gold hair did not move
in the wind, as there was none to behold that day. Little
tan-tan-tanning of his shoes could be heard on the road, leather upon
stone, as he walked down towards the cliff that faced the dwindling
orb of gold. It was a nice sight. The clouds were high, perhaps
higher than those moutains of the Imilan Range. Nothing could be said
much about the beauty that was there. It was mearly just to much of a
view to say into words.
The golden yellow scarf flicked constantly
in the pattern of the teen's footwork. It hung rather limply, like a
little towel that was only there for useage. For the purpose of
cooling down the owner instead of bring on heat. Of course, it being
summer, the scarf was mearly decoration. A showful purpose that gave
the owner much joy. It was his favorite scarf after all.
By the
time that the teen managed to get down towards the Valean Square, the
sun was basicly gone. Showing its last rays of light before dying
into the ground beond. It will not be reborn until the coming
morning, almost twelve hours from that current time. The last rays
could be seen retreating away from the darkness, hitting the tops of
the houses, cliffs, and people. A slight ray hit the teen, reflecting
off of his emerald green eyes. They showed what many adults have lost
over the many years of the Golden Age: fairness, youth, a sense of
adventure. Yes, it was a typical teenager thought despite the actuall
age of the lad.
The teen walked towards the stores that surronded
the great central area. His family were the more fortunate ones that
lived near the center of the town. They could easily head towards the
shops and spend to thier hearts content. Furniture, goods, silk cloth
from X'ian, weapons, and, of course, the Psynergy Stone. Since the
lage stone that used to be in the center of old Vale was sunken to
the bottom of the gorge, brave adventurers had to go down and take
chunks of the stone with little picks and then climb back up to the
surface. It was then sold to those who wished to become Adepts, of
couse, with a warning of sickness as well. It was a very... pofitable
buisness. The teen, who liked adventure, once in a while dug up some
stones from the upper layers of the gorge - avoiding the area near
Sol Sanctum - to keep in a private collection. His family did not
need the money as his earlier travels had secured them for more than
anyone could ever hope to live.
"Hello Isaac!" cried out
one of the girls from the square. The voice sounded like someone he
knew, but a turn around had shown that it was just another girl that
perhaps knew his name. A closer inspection showed that it was just
the potionshop keeper. He smiled and waved hello back, then continued
on towards the meat market. His parents did not have servents, they
ALL despided the idea, including Isaac, so he had to go and get
supplies by himself. As well as check on the mail for personal
reasons.
---
All of that took
a while. The stars above were already a quater up, showing only vague
traces of the Scorpion. The teen took the little bags of meat, good,
anf mail, then hurried back towards the upper ends of the cliff face.
Up the stairs he went, this time ignoring the view and trying to
concentrate on the path below him. Last thing he needed was to die by
falling down a cliff. He chuckled slighty at that thought. Isaac,
who helped saved the world from terros unknown and massive monsters
and dragons, died yesterday by a tweny foot cliff. Yes, that
would be rather funny... and sad.
He opened the door to his house
and then dumped the contents onto the table. Sorting out the goods
and placing them in their appropiate sections took a while beacuse
his parents were already asleep in their rooms, hopefully not snoring
again. He held up a bag of meat that was printed in Contigian, Muy
bien barbaqoua!, a little patch of herbs imported from X'ian in
some language that looked like ink blots, and some noodles from
Izumo, which also loooked like inkblots that were slightly tamed. He
placed them in their proper places in the cooling areas, and then
pulled out the last object. Inside it was the letters he had gotten
from his friends. So far, it was only one letter that came in, Ivan.
So, this month was a surprise three letters! One from Jenna (big
surprise), one from Felix (who was probebly forced by Jenna), and one
from... a merchant?
Dear Isaac,
How's it
going? It's really great here in Izumo. Buisness is really
flourishing, and I am getting the hang of all this new language
stuff. Can you believe all the litle characters they use here? Good
thing it's just thier cermonial language, 'cause if it wasn't, we
would get really lost fast!
The weather here is really nice, but I
have been wanting to head back home with big bro. I can't wait to see
the winter at Vale, especially since it gets rather cold here in
Izumo during the winter. Mom and Dad are doing just fine, and my
skills are nice and polished. I can even beat my own brother in a
pure Psynergy fight. Hehehe... Of course, a swordfight is still a
little bit beyond my league right now, but I am pulling strong!
And,
it really boring here though. All of this selling and non-selling
stuff is making my head spin. Of course, mom and dad, as well as the
rest of Vale, would be rather proud of the amount of money were are
managing to stock up here. It's ABSURB!
I miss you Isaac. When we
come back I'll like to talk to you about how life and stuff like
that. I want to seen how much taller you have gotten, and stuff.
Not
to mention your parents as well! Say hi to them for me!
Jenna
Isaac sighed softly. He hasn't grown any at all. Of all o fhis fellow friends, he was the only one who was still considered to be "unsettled" and ambitious in his own way. He was still the same size as the time the Lighthouses were light, and that was a very long time ago. In fact, even though everyone else had seen SOME slight effects of time, he kinda did not. His parents said that was just he was a semi-kid in the inside. Was he really? An adventure to save the world didn't help him become more mature? He would have thought it would have...
Hey Isaac.
Not
much going on here, excpet Jenna forced me to write something to
you.
Something.
Felix
(P.S. I think Jenna is still mooning
you. Have a nice day. )
He had to roll his eyes at this one. It was just like Felix, simple and to the point. In fact, there was a little smily face drawn into the paper to signify no hard feelings. That brought out a laugh. Leave it up to his other young childhood friend to make him smile at such a remark about Jenna...
(Lots of funky language that Isaac couldn't understand here...)
亲爱的艾萨克,
怎样是事情?他们好,是的?事情是
ok,对吗?我向你在写,是的?,这样请没有被在小物品上方担心,是的?事情在这儿好,没有?我在家。兄弟是幸福的再度收到你的信,没有?,以及该再次卖掉丝了,是的?如此多为了做,是的?有待做出的丝,有待杀死和激动的丝虫,没有?
...
我不将要谈论那样的事情,没有
.
..我在这儿乃是谈论其他事情,是的?
我不知道如何这么没有解释?
行 ...
做詹娜给你祝您好运魅力,或者她象丝虫一样跟自己使所有一切拱起,没有?我关于那是很惊讶,是的。是的。这样,我,和我家,决定去朝着你的在你中的房子来访城市,是的?是的它是!
我将在丝绸之路上在等侯,是的?你不变好使得我等侯,没有你将不,用于我
- 我家
- 将被打翻,没有?
商人女孩
(Translation:
Dear
Isaac,
How are
things? They are fine, yes? Things are ok, right? I am writing to
you, yes, so please no getting worried over little stuff, yes?
Things are fine here, no? Im in X'ian. Hsu is happy to hear from you
again, no, and it is time to sell the silk once more, yes? So much
to do, yes? Silk to be made, silkworms to be killed and boiled, no?
...
I am not going to speak about things like that, no... I am
here to talk about other things, yes?
I do not know how to explain
this, no?
Did...
Did Jenna
give you the good luck charm, or did she hog it all to herself like
the silkworm, no? I have been very wondering about that, yes. Yes.
So, I, and my family, have decided to go and come over towards your
house in Vale, yes? Of yes it is!
I will be waiting on the Silk
Road, yes? You better not make me wait, no you shall not, for I - my
family - will be upset, no?
Feizhi)
Isaac
squinted at the little charcters that were shown there on the letter.
They looked a lot like little hooks. But the point was that it was
from someone he never thought he would see again. Hsu... Um... Ah.
That little round monk kid... The one with the rock... It was a
wierd thing that Feizhi and her father were going to come over
towards the here. More surpirsing that he was suppossed to MEET them
over there. He sighed slightly, while the translated version of the
letter floated off towards the ground. Why did HE have to go play
grown-up?
On the bright side, he was going to meet a friend with
an excuse to leave sleepy Vale. All he needed now was his weapons,
herbs, and those annoying, yet friendly, Djinni...
