***FANFICTION OF THE YEAR 2006, 2007, 2008 - GOLDEN SUN SYNDICATE FORUMS***
After much work and over a year of writing, I'm bringing this story back to this site (starting over as the few readers from before have noticed). It has received modest attention at Golden Sun Syndicate, and those who are members there will recognize this story.
I have edited it slightly to make this the definitive final version of the story. After the prologue, there will be a period of inactivity, but upon return, the chapters will be updated in quick succession. I hope you enjoy reading it and remember, your reviews are greatly wanted and I appreciate anyone who takes time to criticize or complement my work.
Of course, Golden Sun is not my copyright, it belongs to Camelot and Nintendo.
Prologue
A pigeon lifts up from an oak tree and circles the remnants. Sol Sanctum left in shambles after the Golden Sun rose once again eight days before. The pigeon lands on a smooth rock where the entrance to Sol Sanctum once stood, in lavish glory, made by sages many generations ago. The mountain side has been eroded away and the northern snow is almost visible from the low plains of Vale. The rubble of the remnants is made up of smooth rocks, as if the power of Alchemy itself crumbled the Sanctum. This is the way it is now, but the people of Vale vow to rebuild the town and start their lives anew, with the power of Alchemy at their side. Suddenly, a low rumble is emitted from deep below the surface. The pigeon takes off at this abnormality. The earthquakes caused by Sol Sanctum had stopped all together since the lighting of the four Lighthouses and the rising of the Golden Sun. Another rumble is emitted, this one louder and stronger than the first. The rocks near the centre of the rubble begin to crack, forming a smooth crevice. Water, as if flooding from the ground itself, comes spewing out of the crevice. As the water flow begins to wax slightly, a blue-haired man levitates out of the crevice.
The man was dirty from head to foot in clay and had visible bruises on both arms and a large gash above his left brow. He looks up at the Sun and squints, "So it is real then, the Golden Sun has risen," the man proclaims, speaking to nobody from himself, "How long have I been down here?" He tries to remember why but is totally oblivious to all that has happened in the weeks before, he has lost all memory of his past deeds. He looks around at his surroundings, and then looks due south and sees humans. The people appear to be building houses over the remnants of a town. He suddenly realized that he recognized two of these people, although he didn't know how. He could not remember their names but there was a sandy-haired young man and a young woman who's hair appears to be alight with flame.
"Isaac and Jenna," he mouthed to himself. As he remembered their names, memories of the past started to hit him like a thunderbolt. His breath left him as everything came back. The Elemental Room, Saturos and Menardi failing at the top of Venus Lighthouse, Karst and Agatio dying to the power of the Wise One, the Wise One's tainting of the Mars Star, the flooding feeling of failure as he fell thousands of feet to the ground. He caught his breath and felt a fresh wave of failure wash over him. He had not gained any power from the Golden Sun. He was the same adept he always was. He felt the need to walk away to the west. He did not know where he was going, but he knew anywhere was better than here. He vowed to himself that the next time he returned to this spot, he will be more powerful than ever before. Then they will rue the day they believed they had defeated Alex, master adept.