The Prophecy of the Golden Sun
Okay, this is mainly an AU but I'm keeping most of the original geography and city names from the game. So don't be surprised when you find out that Imil is an actual kingdom and etc. ^^;;
Disclaimer: I'm in no way associated with the trademarked game; I own nothing except the plot and a few characters.
Now on with the show!
**
It was in dark times this story takes place. Ever since a decade ago, the Sol's power started diminishing due to unknown causes. Each day the sun's light would penetrate less and less while shadows grew and spawned. Blackened creatures never before witnessed now massed in great numbers. But from deep darkness, hope would emerge as the rightful carriers of the elements themselves. Five sacred lighthouses are scattered throughout the world, and only through their lights combined will the shadows withdraw.if this feat is achieved, and if hope is not lost along the journey.
This is the prophecy of the Golden Sun.
Chapter 1
It was a lovely afternoon in the city of Vault. The flowers were in bloom and spring was finally in the air after a long winter. Everywhere there were people bustling to get to markets, to chat, or to simply enjoy this day. As usual, none of the preoccupied people noticed the funny-dressed boy perched twenty feet above in the humongous tree.
Crystal blue eyes were gazing intently at something in the courtyard of a nearby house. Conveniently located over the rooftops, the boy had a clear view of everything. This day, about twenty boys were training hard by drilling moves over and over in the outside sun. They were practicing blocking with wooden shields and swords while their instructor was moving about, correcting this grip and complimenting the other. The blue eyes carefully took in all this.
I'll bet I can do that perfectly now, thought 12- year old Isaac from atop the tall tree. He smiled as he imagined exactly how he would hold a shield and grip a sword. Maybe one day.
"Stop it! It's not funny, give it back!"
Snapped out of his daydream by a distressed voice, Isaac quickly looked down. Three tough- looking boys were crowded around a little girl. They were laughing as the biggest one, who was obviously the leader, waved a notebook in front of the girl, just out of her reach. They were so busy jeering that they didn't see the strange- looking boy drop silently behind them from out of nowhere.
Isaac walked over and tapped the biggest bully on the shoulder. An ugly face whipped around. "Huh?" it asked stupidly.
Pasting on the largest cheerful smile anyone has ever seen, the blue- eyed boy said easily, "Why don't you give back that notebook to my friend over there? I'm sure it doesn't belong to you and stealing's not very nice."
"Not.very.nice?" then the boy rudely guffawed. "Not nice, huh? Well this isn't very nice either!" And with that the boy launched a badly aimed punch at Isaac, who dodged it easily. The other two thugs now turned their attention towards the new prey. Isaac sighed and almost lazily avoided all the other punches that came his way. Alrigh, do I know this loser? No. Does this loser have a reputation? Probably not. Does he have a gang? Trick question. So what's the worst that can happen? With speed that was never registered by the bully, Isaac's fist came flying in a powerful roundhouse. The bully was unconscious before he hit the ground.
"Now, that wasn't nice at all," Isaac said with disappointment in his voice- the other two thugs were backing away with fear on their faces. "I really don't like fighting but if I find you three anywhere bullying anyone, I'll make an exception. So how about taking your friend here with you?" Instead, the remaining boys fled. Cowards, he thought shaking his head. That was when he noticed the little girl staring up at him at him with wide eyes. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, just like her hair. She looked about ten, or so.
"Thank you mister," she piped up.
"It's no problem, just glad I could help," Isaac picked up the notebook after dusting it off. "You mind if I take a look at this-"
"No!" said the girl vehemently before snatching it out of his hands.
Isaac gaped at her. "Uh, I'm sorry! Did I do something wrong..?"
She softened considerably once she had the notebook clutched safely in her hands. "Nah, this here book is very private. No one can go peeking through it besides me," the girl started walking. "So what's your name?"
"Uh, I'm Isaac. You? I mean- what's your name?"
"Just call me Casey."
"Oh, alrigh, Casey. Where do you-"
"Why are you dressed funny?" she asked, looking innocent yet curious.
Isaac felt himself go red in indignation. He glanced down at his yellow canary scarf that clashed horribly against his brown tunic. "I'll have you know that this scarf was a birthday present and keeps my neck nice and warm," he said simply.
"Oh. So what were you doing in that big 'ol tree?"
"Um, that," Isaac found himself grinning sheepishly. "I've always wanted to know how to fight, but no one would teach me. So I've been taking free lessons, you see."
"You mean you've been spying on the trainees back in that school all this time?"
"Well, uh-"
"So that's why you could punch that hard," Casey concluded with a firm nod. Isaac looked at her surprised. This little girl was really strange! From all her questions, he could tell that she was just full of knowledge and curiosity. She's very smart if she can get all her answers just by talking. And he remembered what he was trying to ask.
"Casey, where do you live?"
"Oh, nowhere," came the casual reply. Isaac stopped in his tracks.
"What do you mean- where're your parents then?"
"Dunno."
"Uh, so where are you going?"
"Forwards."
Something about the uncaring way she said it made Isaac worry for her. How could a little girl like her survive in a harsh town like Vault? The very idea struck a guilt cord in his heart, which made him blunder on. "No way, at least come with me."
"Where?"
"I live at the Venus temple."
"'Kay," she said, unconcerned. He took her hand and firmly led her down the street, weaving through traffic and alleyways. Eventually they wandered into a more peaceful part of town. Greenery could be seen on balconies, window ledges and in little gardens. As they strolled down a shady lane of neatly planted trees, Isaac felt obliged to teach Casey some things about the city.
"You see, Vault is divided into four main sectors. Each one is dedicated to one of the elemental goddesses, Jupiter, Mars, Venus and Mercury. This place is dedicated to Venus, as you can see from all the wonderful shrubs.Anyway, each part of the city has a temple, so there are four in all. I lived in the Venus temple ever since I can remember and- oh, here we are."
The Venus temple was a remarkable building. There was grace in its simple design, which was like any ordinary chapel. Vines and creepers decorated its outer walls and flowers poked out from cracks in the stonework. The inside was cool and something about the plants there greatly relaxed Isaac.
Casey had been silent all this time, but now she chirped up.
"Hey, 'Zack? How is it that the plants like you more than me?"
Isaac was shocked, not at his new name, but at her uncanny perception. Ever since he was little, he always had a strong connection with the earth. "Um, because they know me?" he said, thinking she must be joking.
"Oh. Your powers are like that."
"What do you-"
"Isaac, there you are!" came a matronly voice.
Isaac turned to see Guardian Aegina starting towards him. Aegina was a Venus dedicate, and had been for the past two decades. Isaac always thought she must've been around forty, age- wise. "You're needed in the gardens. Jarvis's weed-killer experiment has gone horribly wrong. And who's this?" she inquired kindly on noticing the little girl.
"Aegina, this is Casey. Casey, this is Guardian Aegina," Isaac introduced. "Uh, Aegina, I found her wandering around Market Square, she says she doesn't know where her parents are and I was wondering if, uh, she can stay with us for a bit."
"Of course she can," said the Guardian enthusiastically before turning to Casey. "So do you know when you were born?"
"Yep! The Winter of the Eclipse."
Isaac smiled. You couldn't help but take a liking to little Casey, he thought. Now what kind of trouble has Jarvis gotten himself in this time? He shuddered, remembering the incident with the apple tree and walked a bit faster towards the gardens.
**
"Thanks, Isaac. I think that's all of 'em."
Isaac wiped his sweaty brow. "It's no problem.just try not to do that again, alrigh?" he said, peering into Jarvis's eyes behind his spectacles. It had been a hectic evening in the temple gardens. Guardian Jarvis had been experimenting with breeding several species of deadly plants, hoping to produce a weed- killing one that would rid the gardens of the green plagues. Unfortunately, the hybrid things had a mind of their own. Ten of the little monstrosities had taken bloom and ran amok, chopping at everything in sight. Isaac still had a nasty bite from his encounter.
"Of course not," the gardener said absently. "You should go take a rest, son, and thanks again."
With a wave, Isaac proceeded to the main area of the temple. A statue of Venus stood at the very end, behind the table of offerings. No one was in the many wooden pews and this was how Isaac liked it best. The silence gave a sort of serene calmness to the young boy whenever he came here. Placing himself in a row facing the goddess, he offered a silent prayer then took out his wounded hand. Not too deep, he thought. It still might get infected, though. CURE, Isaac commanded. Immediately the red bite marks were glazed over and in no time, was as good as new.
He sighed. Ever since he was little he knew he was different from others. He always knew that he could do things others can't. Like the Cure spell, or manipulating the living things of the earth. Maybe that was why he felt so attached to Venus, even when he was little. He grew up in this temple and it was home to him- from when he was abandoned at its doorsteps as a baby.to now.
Isaac's eyes started to droop and the image of the Venus statue wavered. There must be more to my life than this. I don't care what anyone says, the green things are dying everywhere. The sun's losing its strength and it'll take a miracle for it to be back to normal. There must be something I can do.
**
'Then find your prayers answered, little one'
What.? Your voice.it's like the earth itself.
'Your destiny awaits you if you choose to accept it'
What do you want me to do? What can I accomplish?
'To fulfill.the prophecy of the Golden Sun'
The what??
'Choose your allies well, little one. Find the stars in the true sanctuaries and take them to the lightgivers.'
Now I'm confused.
'Should you accept this mission, it will begin now. Everything is set in place, what do you choose?'
Um, I guess so. Yes, I'll accept it.
'So it begins'
"'Zack! 'Zack!! Wake up now!"
"Huh, what?" muttered Isaac groggily.
Casey continued shrilly, "Get up! The sky's burning!"
"What?!" now that he was fully awake, Isaac noticed something was wrong. Terrifying screams were coming from outside and something was giving everything a reddish hue. Fire.
He stood up suddenly and tripped over a parcel at his feet. Ignoring Casey's frantic tugs, he quickly unwrapped the object and out fell- a pair of light metallic gauntlets and boots, a magnificent shield and a sword.
'Call it a gift.each has its own special properties, use them well'
Isaac whispered, knowing now what his decision caused to happen.
"So the prophecy begins."
**
Whaddya think? Slow start, I know. But I'm so bad at action stuff -_- But seriously, should I continue? If I hadn't bored you out of your pants already.eeks.
--Over&Out--
Okay, this is mainly an AU but I'm keeping most of the original geography and city names from the game. So don't be surprised when you find out that Imil is an actual kingdom and etc. ^^;;
Disclaimer: I'm in no way associated with the trademarked game; I own nothing except the plot and a few characters.
Now on with the show!
**
It was in dark times this story takes place. Ever since a decade ago, the Sol's power started diminishing due to unknown causes. Each day the sun's light would penetrate less and less while shadows grew and spawned. Blackened creatures never before witnessed now massed in great numbers. But from deep darkness, hope would emerge as the rightful carriers of the elements themselves. Five sacred lighthouses are scattered throughout the world, and only through their lights combined will the shadows withdraw.if this feat is achieved, and if hope is not lost along the journey.
This is the prophecy of the Golden Sun.
Chapter 1
It was a lovely afternoon in the city of Vault. The flowers were in bloom and spring was finally in the air after a long winter. Everywhere there were people bustling to get to markets, to chat, or to simply enjoy this day. As usual, none of the preoccupied people noticed the funny-dressed boy perched twenty feet above in the humongous tree.
Crystal blue eyes were gazing intently at something in the courtyard of a nearby house. Conveniently located over the rooftops, the boy had a clear view of everything. This day, about twenty boys were training hard by drilling moves over and over in the outside sun. They were practicing blocking with wooden shields and swords while their instructor was moving about, correcting this grip and complimenting the other. The blue eyes carefully took in all this.
I'll bet I can do that perfectly now, thought 12- year old Isaac from atop the tall tree. He smiled as he imagined exactly how he would hold a shield and grip a sword. Maybe one day.
"Stop it! It's not funny, give it back!"
Snapped out of his daydream by a distressed voice, Isaac quickly looked down. Three tough- looking boys were crowded around a little girl. They were laughing as the biggest one, who was obviously the leader, waved a notebook in front of the girl, just out of her reach. They were so busy jeering that they didn't see the strange- looking boy drop silently behind them from out of nowhere.
Isaac walked over and tapped the biggest bully on the shoulder. An ugly face whipped around. "Huh?" it asked stupidly.
Pasting on the largest cheerful smile anyone has ever seen, the blue- eyed boy said easily, "Why don't you give back that notebook to my friend over there? I'm sure it doesn't belong to you and stealing's not very nice."
"Not.very.nice?" then the boy rudely guffawed. "Not nice, huh? Well this isn't very nice either!" And with that the boy launched a badly aimed punch at Isaac, who dodged it easily. The other two thugs now turned their attention towards the new prey. Isaac sighed and almost lazily avoided all the other punches that came his way. Alrigh, do I know this loser? No. Does this loser have a reputation? Probably not. Does he have a gang? Trick question. So what's the worst that can happen? With speed that was never registered by the bully, Isaac's fist came flying in a powerful roundhouse. The bully was unconscious before he hit the ground.
"Now, that wasn't nice at all," Isaac said with disappointment in his voice- the other two thugs were backing away with fear on their faces. "I really don't like fighting but if I find you three anywhere bullying anyone, I'll make an exception. So how about taking your friend here with you?" Instead, the remaining boys fled. Cowards, he thought shaking his head. That was when he noticed the little girl staring up at him at him with wide eyes. Her eyes were a chocolate brown, just like her hair. She looked about ten, or so.
"Thank you mister," she piped up.
"It's no problem, just glad I could help," Isaac picked up the notebook after dusting it off. "You mind if I take a look at this-"
"No!" said the girl vehemently before snatching it out of his hands.
Isaac gaped at her. "Uh, I'm sorry! Did I do something wrong..?"
She softened considerably once she had the notebook clutched safely in her hands. "Nah, this here book is very private. No one can go peeking through it besides me," the girl started walking. "So what's your name?"
"Uh, I'm Isaac. You? I mean- what's your name?"
"Just call me Casey."
"Oh, alrigh, Casey. Where do you-"
"Why are you dressed funny?" she asked, looking innocent yet curious.
Isaac felt himself go red in indignation. He glanced down at his yellow canary scarf that clashed horribly against his brown tunic. "I'll have you know that this scarf was a birthday present and keeps my neck nice and warm," he said simply.
"Oh. So what were you doing in that big 'ol tree?"
"Um, that," Isaac found himself grinning sheepishly. "I've always wanted to know how to fight, but no one would teach me. So I've been taking free lessons, you see."
"You mean you've been spying on the trainees back in that school all this time?"
"Well, uh-"
"So that's why you could punch that hard," Casey concluded with a firm nod. Isaac looked at her surprised. This little girl was really strange! From all her questions, he could tell that she was just full of knowledge and curiosity. She's very smart if she can get all her answers just by talking. And he remembered what he was trying to ask.
"Casey, where do you live?"
"Oh, nowhere," came the casual reply. Isaac stopped in his tracks.
"What do you mean- where're your parents then?"
"Dunno."
"Uh, so where are you going?"
"Forwards."
Something about the uncaring way she said it made Isaac worry for her. How could a little girl like her survive in a harsh town like Vault? The very idea struck a guilt cord in his heart, which made him blunder on. "No way, at least come with me."
"Where?"
"I live at the Venus temple."
"'Kay," she said, unconcerned. He took her hand and firmly led her down the street, weaving through traffic and alleyways. Eventually they wandered into a more peaceful part of town. Greenery could be seen on balconies, window ledges and in little gardens. As they strolled down a shady lane of neatly planted trees, Isaac felt obliged to teach Casey some things about the city.
"You see, Vault is divided into four main sectors. Each one is dedicated to one of the elemental goddesses, Jupiter, Mars, Venus and Mercury. This place is dedicated to Venus, as you can see from all the wonderful shrubs.Anyway, each part of the city has a temple, so there are four in all. I lived in the Venus temple ever since I can remember and- oh, here we are."
The Venus temple was a remarkable building. There was grace in its simple design, which was like any ordinary chapel. Vines and creepers decorated its outer walls and flowers poked out from cracks in the stonework. The inside was cool and something about the plants there greatly relaxed Isaac.
Casey had been silent all this time, but now she chirped up.
"Hey, 'Zack? How is it that the plants like you more than me?"
Isaac was shocked, not at his new name, but at her uncanny perception. Ever since he was little, he always had a strong connection with the earth. "Um, because they know me?" he said, thinking she must be joking.
"Oh. Your powers are like that."
"What do you-"
"Isaac, there you are!" came a matronly voice.
Isaac turned to see Guardian Aegina starting towards him. Aegina was a Venus dedicate, and had been for the past two decades. Isaac always thought she must've been around forty, age- wise. "You're needed in the gardens. Jarvis's weed-killer experiment has gone horribly wrong. And who's this?" she inquired kindly on noticing the little girl.
"Aegina, this is Casey. Casey, this is Guardian Aegina," Isaac introduced. "Uh, Aegina, I found her wandering around Market Square, she says she doesn't know where her parents are and I was wondering if, uh, she can stay with us for a bit."
"Of course she can," said the Guardian enthusiastically before turning to Casey. "So do you know when you were born?"
"Yep! The Winter of the Eclipse."
Isaac smiled. You couldn't help but take a liking to little Casey, he thought. Now what kind of trouble has Jarvis gotten himself in this time? He shuddered, remembering the incident with the apple tree and walked a bit faster towards the gardens.
**
"Thanks, Isaac. I think that's all of 'em."
Isaac wiped his sweaty brow. "It's no problem.just try not to do that again, alrigh?" he said, peering into Jarvis's eyes behind his spectacles. It had been a hectic evening in the temple gardens. Guardian Jarvis had been experimenting with breeding several species of deadly plants, hoping to produce a weed- killing one that would rid the gardens of the green plagues. Unfortunately, the hybrid things had a mind of their own. Ten of the little monstrosities had taken bloom and ran amok, chopping at everything in sight. Isaac still had a nasty bite from his encounter.
"Of course not," the gardener said absently. "You should go take a rest, son, and thanks again."
With a wave, Isaac proceeded to the main area of the temple. A statue of Venus stood at the very end, behind the table of offerings. No one was in the many wooden pews and this was how Isaac liked it best. The silence gave a sort of serene calmness to the young boy whenever he came here. Placing himself in a row facing the goddess, he offered a silent prayer then took out his wounded hand. Not too deep, he thought. It still might get infected, though. CURE, Isaac commanded. Immediately the red bite marks were glazed over and in no time, was as good as new.
He sighed. Ever since he was little he knew he was different from others. He always knew that he could do things others can't. Like the Cure spell, or manipulating the living things of the earth. Maybe that was why he felt so attached to Venus, even when he was little. He grew up in this temple and it was home to him- from when he was abandoned at its doorsteps as a baby.to now.
Isaac's eyes started to droop and the image of the Venus statue wavered. There must be more to my life than this. I don't care what anyone says, the green things are dying everywhere. The sun's losing its strength and it'll take a miracle for it to be back to normal. There must be something I can do.
**
'Then find your prayers answered, little one'
What.? Your voice.it's like the earth itself.
'Your destiny awaits you if you choose to accept it'
What do you want me to do? What can I accomplish?
'To fulfill.the prophecy of the Golden Sun'
The what??
'Choose your allies well, little one. Find the stars in the true sanctuaries and take them to the lightgivers.'
Now I'm confused.
'Should you accept this mission, it will begin now. Everything is set in place, what do you choose?'
Um, I guess so. Yes, I'll accept it.
'So it begins'
"'Zack! 'Zack!! Wake up now!"
"Huh, what?" muttered Isaac groggily.
Casey continued shrilly, "Get up! The sky's burning!"
"What?!" now that he was fully awake, Isaac noticed something was wrong. Terrifying screams were coming from outside and something was giving everything a reddish hue. Fire.
He stood up suddenly and tripped over a parcel at his feet. Ignoring Casey's frantic tugs, he quickly unwrapped the object and out fell- a pair of light metallic gauntlets and boots, a magnificent shield and a sword.
'Call it a gift.each has its own special properties, use them well'
Isaac whispered, knowing now what his decision caused to happen.
"So the prophecy begins."
**
Whaddya think? Slow start, I know. But I'm so bad at action stuff -_- But seriously, should I continue? If I hadn't bored you out of your pants already.eeks.
--Over&Out--