8BTFreek: Well, I decided to start writing this to fill the void that my life has become.
RM: That's not a bad idea, but you don't generally write to fill a void. _You_ generally write to create a void in someone's mind.
Freek: Shut up, or I'll sic White Mage on you.
RM: Bring it on, pansy boy!
WM: Red Mage, how dare you? *Smacks RM with Big-ass hammer*
Freek: Anyway, let's just get on with it. I'm adding a new character, Rhoen. He's got some issues, though...
(In the CharLab (c) )
Rhoen: You brought me into this world, Freek. You made me your RL self. I'll get you for this. I'll force you to... to... to... GAAAAH!!!!
(In the FreekLair (c) )
Nynaeve: I'd say he's got a grudge. Scratch that, he's got an anger problem. No, that doesn't seem to cover it either... I'd say he's as messed up as you. But at least you began writing this fic. Unlike some days...
Freek: Riight. Let's just get on with the fic. Oh, and I don't own Golden Sun in any way, shape, or form. So now, chapter 1 of Forms!
**Chapter 1: Things Always Come in Threes**
Ivan bolted upright. {He's not dead,} he thought. He sat there, wondering what to do, when the woman next to him sat up.
"Ivan, dear, what's the matter?" Her purple hair flowed down her back.
"Nothing, Feizhi. Go back to sleep." He got up and started pacing the floor.
"Another dream, Ivan? What was it?" Her eyes were filled with concern. He hadn't seen her this worried since the day she predicted the disaster on the Silk Road. "Was it... one of those?" He knew what she meant.
"I think so... But it was different. I need to get to Vale, and I need to get there now!" He began ruffling through his possessions. "Where did I put that Teleport Lapis?"
"I believe you lent it to Sheba and Piers last month. Or did you forget? I thought Jupiter Adepts had good memories." She smiled. Five years ago, that smile had ensnared him. "Anyway, you cannot expect to make the journey alone. I will go with you."
He shook his head. "No, I can't take you with me. It would be too perilous." She sighed.
"Honestly, what is it with men and their thoughts? Do you even think? Or can you not remember that I managed to survive three years apart from you? If I can survive that, I can survive anything." She laughed. Ivan's will weakened. "Besides, you don't look up to a trip." He scowled.
"Well, if I need you, you'll be there. But you'll need me." He grabbed the small travel bag and began packing it. "Take some clothes, but make sure you bring some money. I have a feeling we'll be staying in Vale for a while."
Dawn broke over the Karagol as they walked away from the city.
***
Sheba stared out at the ocean. {So calm, so peaceful. If only my dreams had been this way...} She sighed, then turned back to Piers. "Piers, we need to head for Vale. Something big is about to happen. I'm not sure what, but it's something very important. And if we miss it, then..." She cut herself short. She wanted to say that the world would end, but that didn't sound quite right. It also didn't sound right to just leave it hanging, but that was better than saying something.
"Fine. We'll turn the ship around, then head straight for Vale." He turned the helm and pointed it to the north. "Have you got the Hover Jade?"
"Yes. I'm using it right now." She sighed, then the glow of Psynergy surrounded her as she used the Hover Jade to lift the ship into the air.
***
Rhoen stopped just outside of the city. He recognized the tremors of power-they were inescapable where he came from. Something had almost happened, he realized. Something that was intended, but blocked. Then he realized that if he stood there, people would try to rob him. Quickly, he walked into the city. "Excuse me, but could you point me to Vale, please?"
The man shrugged. "I know about Vault, but there ain't no Vale, so far as I know. Ya might want ta try askin' them, though. They know a lot about that kind a stuff. It's just right cross the Goma Range. Just about a half a mile cross there, an' you got it. Maybe they know about your hidden city." Rhoen nodded, then paid the man 25 coins.
"Thank you, good sir." He walked out of the city. A half-built palace loomed behind him.
***
Freek: And that's chappy 1. A bit short, but it's just an introduction. I know I'm going to get reviews saying that the chappy was too short, though. I just know it. Well, review or I'll send Nynaeve after you!
RM: That's not a bad idea, but you don't generally write to fill a void. _You_ generally write to create a void in someone's mind.
Freek: Shut up, or I'll sic White Mage on you.
RM: Bring it on, pansy boy!
WM: Red Mage, how dare you? *Smacks RM with Big-ass hammer*
Freek: Anyway, let's just get on with it. I'm adding a new character, Rhoen. He's got some issues, though...
(In the CharLab (c) )
Rhoen: You brought me into this world, Freek. You made me your RL self. I'll get you for this. I'll force you to... to... to... GAAAAH!!!!
(In the FreekLair (c) )
Nynaeve: I'd say he's got a grudge. Scratch that, he's got an anger problem. No, that doesn't seem to cover it either... I'd say he's as messed up as you. But at least you began writing this fic. Unlike some days...
Freek: Riight. Let's just get on with the fic. Oh, and I don't own Golden Sun in any way, shape, or form. So now, chapter 1 of Forms!
**Chapter 1: Things Always Come in Threes**
Ivan bolted upright. {He's not dead,} he thought. He sat there, wondering what to do, when the woman next to him sat up.
"Ivan, dear, what's the matter?" Her purple hair flowed down her back.
"Nothing, Feizhi. Go back to sleep." He got up and started pacing the floor.
"Another dream, Ivan? What was it?" Her eyes were filled with concern. He hadn't seen her this worried since the day she predicted the disaster on the Silk Road. "Was it... one of those?" He knew what she meant.
"I think so... But it was different. I need to get to Vale, and I need to get there now!" He began ruffling through his possessions. "Where did I put that Teleport Lapis?"
"I believe you lent it to Sheba and Piers last month. Or did you forget? I thought Jupiter Adepts had good memories." She smiled. Five years ago, that smile had ensnared him. "Anyway, you cannot expect to make the journey alone. I will go with you."
He shook his head. "No, I can't take you with me. It would be too perilous." She sighed.
"Honestly, what is it with men and their thoughts? Do you even think? Or can you not remember that I managed to survive three years apart from you? If I can survive that, I can survive anything." She laughed. Ivan's will weakened. "Besides, you don't look up to a trip." He scowled.
"Well, if I need you, you'll be there. But you'll need me." He grabbed the small travel bag and began packing it. "Take some clothes, but make sure you bring some money. I have a feeling we'll be staying in Vale for a while."
Dawn broke over the Karagol as they walked away from the city.
***
Sheba stared out at the ocean. {So calm, so peaceful. If only my dreams had been this way...} She sighed, then turned back to Piers. "Piers, we need to head for Vale. Something big is about to happen. I'm not sure what, but it's something very important. And if we miss it, then..." She cut herself short. She wanted to say that the world would end, but that didn't sound quite right. It also didn't sound right to just leave it hanging, but that was better than saying something.
"Fine. We'll turn the ship around, then head straight for Vale." He turned the helm and pointed it to the north. "Have you got the Hover Jade?"
"Yes. I'm using it right now." She sighed, then the glow of Psynergy surrounded her as she used the Hover Jade to lift the ship into the air.
***
Rhoen stopped just outside of the city. He recognized the tremors of power-they were inescapable where he came from. Something had almost happened, he realized. Something that was intended, but blocked. Then he realized that if he stood there, people would try to rob him. Quickly, he walked into the city. "Excuse me, but could you point me to Vale, please?"
The man shrugged. "I know about Vault, but there ain't no Vale, so far as I know. Ya might want ta try askin' them, though. They know a lot about that kind a stuff. It's just right cross the Goma Range. Just about a half a mile cross there, an' you got it. Maybe they know about your hidden city." Rhoen nodded, then paid the man 25 coins.
"Thank you, good sir." He walked out of the city. A half-built palace loomed behind him.
***
Freek: And that's chappy 1. A bit short, but it's just an introduction. I know I'm going to get reviews saying that the chappy was too short, though. I just know it. Well, review or I'll send Nynaeve after you!