A Golden Sun Observer
He stood in the night. That cold, blistering windy night, watching the clouds of the Golden Sun continent flash and thunder, wondering how all of this came about. The war, the destruction of towns and cities, the ever painful sight of tanks and planes flying into battle. No one was sure whether one would live to the next day, there was always the fear of death in the GS world. It was once a land filled with peace and the inhabitants worked and played together, never thinking a battle would destroy the world. He stood on the top of the high pinnacle in the town of Vault, it had once been a make- shift tower, now constructed as a armored fortress tower. It was bristling with weaponry, for the fear was high in Vault, its mayor was the target of several bounty hunters. His being wanted was unknown though, possibly another strike at a town for its government, to add land to the two hordes.
It was unknown who ruled the land, governments had came and went, some based in the East others in the West, one was in the south and none had made it to the north. Vault ruled the northern sector of the Golden Sun land, with Vale being next in line. Bilbin was considered in the east, since he needed to pass through the cave to reach it. During his life time, the man had seen battles rage and victorious leaders throw parades and parties, however he went to only one. That was the only one that was remembered, for it marked when the Republic was set in the land. It was based in Xian, or what was Xian, newer names were meaningless in the north, for the older names stayed on the maps and remained in the people's heads.
He was Frank Bramble, an art teacher who once taught in the land of Xian, when the Republic was in place, thriving off of rich students who went to his school. The Royal Institute, it was, or he thought it was. Remembering was what people did, asking questions was rather out of line, during the time. For the fear of spies and troops was heavy on the minds of the Golden Sun inhabitants. Who was good, who was bad, none mattered, none knew. None knew who was the right leader, was it the Jedi in the East or the writers in the West, none knew and none wondered. All they wondered was, when was it going to be over, when was the war to cease and they could welcome the new and cherish their works.
He was also known as the secret agent, Shadow Fox II, who had arrived in the north for he was the cousin of the mayor of Vault, and getting intel was what he was there for. He beard swayed in the wind, and it bore the color white, making him known as Santa Claus at the institute. He was also an English teacher and directed plays so many had known him.
The strange thing about the man was he could act as the people of any land, however his true allegiance was to the east. Not to the west where the shadows lay, but to the east where he was with his light side adepts. The good side, he thought it was, but he for sure didn't know. But word was around, around that the east was making another strive for power, one that would allow it to conquer the whole northern territories and bring peace to the land.
He turned for someone had tapped him on his shoulder. He turned and saw a man of less than middle age, around 27-30. He wore a black tunic, with gray pants and shirt. He wore a black tunic with silver fastening over that, and I noticed he wore a blaster to his belt.
'Hello,' I said (Bramble).
'Sir, you'd best leave this area.'
'What for?' I questioned.
'That information is confidential,' the man said, revealing the blaster. I brought my hand up and moved it across, as if I was feeling the top of a table and said,
'What for?'
'The mayor knows who you are, run for it.'
The adventure shall be continued by next week. How was it? As a first work of mine, how was it? Based on post-'Twas War times.
He stood in the night. That cold, blistering windy night, watching the clouds of the Golden Sun continent flash and thunder, wondering how all of this came about. The war, the destruction of towns and cities, the ever painful sight of tanks and planes flying into battle. No one was sure whether one would live to the next day, there was always the fear of death in the GS world. It was once a land filled with peace and the inhabitants worked and played together, never thinking a battle would destroy the world. He stood on the top of the high pinnacle in the town of Vault, it had once been a make- shift tower, now constructed as a armored fortress tower. It was bristling with weaponry, for the fear was high in Vault, its mayor was the target of several bounty hunters. His being wanted was unknown though, possibly another strike at a town for its government, to add land to the two hordes.
It was unknown who ruled the land, governments had came and went, some based in the East others in the West, one was in the south and none had made it to the north. Vault ruled the northern sector of the Golden Sun land, with Vale being next in line. Bilbin was considered in the east, since he needed to pass through the cave to reach it. During his life time, the man had seen battles rage and victorious leaders throw parades and parties, however he went to only one. That was the only one that was remembered, for it marked when the Republic was set in the land. It was based in Xian, or what was Xian, newer names were meaningless in the north, for the older names stayed on the maps and remained in the people's heads.
He was Frank Bramble, an art teacher who once taught in the land of Xian, when the Republic was in place, thriving off of rich students who went to his school. The Royal Institute, it was, or he thought it was. Remembering was what people did, asking questions was rather out of line, during the time. For the fear of spies and troops was heavy on the minds of the Golden Sun inhabitants. Who was good, who was bad, none mattered, none knew. None knew who was the right leader, was it the Jedi in the East or the writers in the West, none knew and none wondered. All they wondered was, when was it going to be over, when was the war to cease and they could welcome the new and cherish their works.
He was also known as the secret agent, Shadow Fox II, who had arrived in the north for he was the cousin of the mayor of Vault, and getting intel was what he was there for. He beard swayed in the wind, and it bore the color white, making him known as Santa Claus at the institute. He was also an English teacher and directed plays so many had known him.
The strange thing about the man was he could act as the people of any land, however his true allegiance was to the east. Not to the west where the shadows lay, but to the east where he was with his light side adepts. The good side, he thought it was, but he for sure didn't know. But word was around, around that the east was making another strive for power, one that would allow it to conquer the whole northern territories and bring peace to the land.
He turned for someone had tapped him on his shoulder. He turned and saw a man of less than middle age, around 27-30. He wore a black tunic, with gray pants and shirt. He wore a black tunic with silver fastening over that, and I noticed he wore a blaster to his belt.
'Hello,' I said (Bramble).
'Sir, you'd best leave this area.'
'What for?' I questioned.
'That information is confidential,' the man said, revealing the blaster. I brought my hand up and moved it across, as if I was feeling the top of a table and said,
'What for?'
'The mayor knows who you are, run for it.'
The adventure shall be continued by next week. How was it? As a first work of mine, how was it? Based on post-'Twas War times.