Ah, Golden Sun, how long it has been since last I entered the fandom that you are. My heart doth beat rapidly at the very idea of writing for you once again, though I still have yet to complete my other main stories. Woe is me that these tasks taketh far longer than I wished, but alas such is the life of one who has not the time to write with such haste he once had for What is Happiness?

Yeah, I'm not sure how many people are still waiting for that WiH-related story I mentioned at the end of it, but I can't really start it until at least one of my other stories is finished. Once those two are completed, I won't be making a set update schedule for my stories; that way I don't have to stress about getting my work completed for a certain date. If I'd done that, I'd be writing about 497234 stories at once right now, but that's not the case.

Anyway, I seem to keep coming up with random ideas for GS stories, so bear with me that I have no clue what the hell is going on in my brain. This series of oneshots could either work or just not work at all, but I'm just gonna roll with it and see what people think!

Disclaimer: I don't own Golden Sun. All rights go to Nintendo and Camelot.


A Land That Isn't Ours

S-M: The Land of Green

The air was awfully silent as the warriors plummeted to their inevitable deaths. Rather than the expected sound of wind rushing past their accelerating bodies, only the rustling of their clothing could be heard. From above, the golden light of Venus lighthouse's lit beacon shone brightly, shining down the well like a light at the end of a tunnel.

Saturos smiled morbidly as he watched the opening of the well shrink in size. How ridiculous that he, the most powerful man in all of Prox, could be defeated by children. Even with the aid of his equally powerful partner, Menardi, the extra boost of psynergy from the lighthouse, and even the last resort of the dragon form, he could not overcome the might of four mere children.

He felt as though he were losing his mind when he turned and laughed at the sight of Menardi plummeting a short distance away from him. No blood seeped from either of the warriors' wounds, but they were clearly battered, and Menardi must have passed out after they fell. Perhaps she was already dead, but he had no way of knowing, and simply laughed harder. They'd failed in their mission, and now it was left up to Felix the weakling and good-for-nothing Alex to save the people of Prox.

Saturos looked downwards, but couldn't see the bottom of the lighthouse anywhere. It seemed as though they would simply fall forever, never reaching a ground to die upon, and would instead die of starvation in the event that his mortal wounds didn't kill him. He couldn't even fathom how he'd managed to stay alive, but he was fully conscious, if not a bit delirious from his fatigue during this hopeless situation.

"Heh, how pathetic," he snorted, pulling out his blade for no particular reason. "This was not the hero's death I'd expected. I always believed I would die by the hand of a worthy opponent's blade."

For no better reason than that he simply had nothing better to do, Saturos maneuvered his way over to Menardi and grabbed hold of her before jabbing his blade into the side of the lighthouse's well. He had no more use for his sword, so it didn't matter to him that it would snap at some point. He cackled as the flame-empowered sword left fire in its wake, unable to slow their descent in the slightest due to their ridiculous velocity. With a twanging sound, the blade snapped, leaving the Proxian with naught but a handle. With a twisted look in his eye, he unequipped Menardi's scythe and repeated the process, laughing stupidly as the scythe left even larger flames in its wake before snapping.

He knew that he would lose his mind if they continued falling forever, but he was surprised when he saw something below them. Perhaps he'd already lost his mind, for it didn't appear to be the ground, but instead it looked like…the top of the lighthouse?

Confused by the fact that they now seemed to be falling upwards, Saturos twisted his neck to see the distant speck of light that they'd fallen down quite some time ago. Turning back to look at whatever they were approaching, he could now see that it wasn't the bottom of the well, but rather a shimmering light that had tricked him into thinking it was the golden light of Venus' beacon. However, this light was different in that it seemed to be inside the well, not above – or in this case below – the opening.

"Menardi," he spoke aloud, despite knowing that his companion was unconscious, "I know not where this light will take us, but whatever happens I'm proud to have had you as a partner."

Tightening his hold on the female warrior, Saturos closed his eyes and braced himself for what would come. If the moment could be seen from afar, it would easily resemble the scene from Lord of the Rings in which Gandalf and the Balrog are plummeting down the chasm, except that instead of a lake at the bottom of the hole, it was a blinding light that quickly engulfed them…

After a few minutes had passed, Saturos knew that he hadn't died, for he had felt no impact, and he could still feel Menardi's limp body in his arms. In fact, he seemed to be standing on his feet, and the sound of birds chirping had replaced the rustling of their clothes. He no longer felt the wind whipping past his face, and he swore he could feel the warmth of Sol touching his scales. Wondering where he could have ended up, the Proxian opened his eyes to take in the scenery of this new place.

He appeared to be standing in some sort of field, and all around him was a lush, green landscape. The clear skies greeted him in a way that Prox had not seen in years, and he began to doubt that he was still alive. Perhaps the light he saw had been an illusion of his broken mind, and he and Menardi had simply collided with the base of the lighthouse.

Deciding it would be best to put Menardi on the ground, Saturos gingerly laid her down before realizing that his wounds were completely gone. He examined his unmarred scales and flesh with awe, only further causing him to believe he'd died. There was no way he could miraculously heal by falling through some sort of portal!

Numerous loud rumbling sounds caused the warrior to whip around to see where they were coming from, but they only added to his awe and confusion. He took a few steps back at the sight that his unbelieving eyes beheld.

Large, metallic carts of some sort sped by at unfathomable speeds, and he couldn't seem to keep his gaze focused on just one, for many sped by. The wheels were not wooden as he was accustomed to seeing, but rather some sort of thick, black material that rolled beneath the vehicle. Not only that, but these strange carts seemed to be riding on some sort of smooth, rocky surface that contrasted the lush grass he was standing upon.

He jumped in shock as one of these carts made a loud noise of some sort, followed by what sounded like the angry shouting of a person.

"What sorcery is this?!" he growled to himself, wondering how a person could possibly ride in a cart moving at such high speeds.

He was relieved, however, to know that there were people here. Perhaps he wasn't dead; after all, he imagined that the afterlife wouldn't look quite the way this place did, and if there were others here, perhaps he could get some answers.

Menardi began to stir, and he quickly averted his gaze from the strange carts to his companion. Just as he was, her wounds had completely healed and she showed no visible signs of ever having fought Isaac and the others.

"Saturos?" she groaned, sitting up and squinting as her eyes adjusted to the brightness of this area. "Are we dead?"

"I can't say for sure," he chuckled wryly, "but I don't think we are."

"Hmm," she said, looking around the immediate area. "Where are we? This doesn't look like any land we've been to. And what in Luna's name are those?!" she shouted, pointing a finger to the carts he'd been examining.

"I believe they're carts of some sort," Saturos answered flatly, not bothering to help his companion up. "Though I've never seen anything like them, and they travel at such ridiculous speeds."

The two warriors stood like that for quite some time, examining the carts whizzing past the field. It was truly fascinating to see something travelling at such a velocity, and there seemed to be no shortage of these carts at all. Whether they were near some sort of merchant village, the Proxians knew not, but neither of them could fathom why so many of these vehicles were going by.

The sight of a boy caught Saturos' eye, and he watched as the boy walked alongside the surface that the carts sped along. This boy must've had some courage to walk so near to what appeared to be a hazardous area.

An idea popped into Saturos' head as the boy began getting closer to them. This was the first person they'd seen since arriving, and if he was going to get answers, this lone boy was the perfect person to interrogate. Of course, he had to be wary that this courageous fellow didn't have some sort of weapon to defeat him with; this was the boy's home turf, after all. Then again, he looked about the same age as Felix, and didn't appear to be proficient in any sort of psynergy, let alone fighting skills.

Without telling Menardi what he was up to, Saturos quickly marched towards the boy while remaining cautious of the carts.

"Hey, you there!" he shouted, though attempting not to seem hostile.

"Wah!" the boy yelped in surprise, looking as though he'd just seen a ghost.

"Whoa, easy, now, I mean you no harm," Saturos spat bitterly, never having needed to say anything so stupid in his life. "I need to ask you something."

"G-Get away from me!" the boy scrambled to get away, but Saturos acted quicker and grabbed the boy by the collar of his shirt.

"How rude," the Proxian chuckled, watching the boy squirm in his grip, "I am simply a lost traveler trying to find my way."

"You scaly, blue freak! You can't just come up and harass people like this!" the boy shouted as he flailed around. "I won't give in, not even to someone as powerful as…holy crap, you're Saturos!"

The smirk on said warrior's face deepened as he heard his own name. "Ah, so you've heard of me, eh? How flattering, but I appear to have missed your name."

Unfortunately, the boy simply stared in fear at the muscular warrior, unable do anything but squeak out Saturos' and Menardi's names.

"Fine, boy, I won't pester your name out of you," Saturos cackled, tossing the boy onto the grass. "Just answer my questions and you'll be on your way. What land is this? Where do you hail from? What are these strange carts whizzing past us doing?"

It seemed that the boy had regained his ability to speak, but he shuffled away from Saturos before he said anything. "L-Land? Hail from? What kind of weird questions are these?!"

Saturos gave the boy a puzzled look and glanced up to where Menardi was still seated on the grass. She appeared to be mesmerized by the carts still, so he shook his head and faced the boy again.

"Look, just answer my questions, alright?!" he growled, growing impatient with the boy in front of him. "And stop speaking in italics! It makes it look like you're thinking instead of talking!"

"This is how I always talk, though!" the boy countered. "Who are you to start telling me what to do? If you'd organise your damn thoughts a bit better, then maybe I could answer your questions and get the hell out of here!"

What an impudent little punk, speaking out against the mighty Saturos! No one had ever shown such insolence to him! Why, if he didn't need this stupid kid to answer his questions, he'd burn him to a crisp right now!

"Listen, kid, I'll ignore the fact that you talk in italics, spell your verbs with S's instead of Z's, and even look past the fact that you just spoke out against me, but I swear to Sol that I will kill you if you piss me off again! Now, tell me, how did you know who we were?!"

"Because you're the villains in the first Golden Sun game. I'll admit that this is some of the best cosplay I've ever seen, but you don't have to act like an asshole."

This kid was really starting to get on Saturos' nerves, and he resolved that he would kill him once all his questions were answered. A nice casting of Eruption should do the trick. It might be overkill for a pipsqueak like him, but this is Saturos we're talking about: he doesn't give a rat's ass about stuff like that! And what was this "game" he spoke of? Saturos' life was not a game!

"Fine, next question: what land is this?"

"It's not Weyard, I'll tell you that," the boy said sarcastically, standing to his feet while brushing off a bit of dirt. "Anyway, aren't you supposed to be dead? Prox will be fine without you, so just go die already."

Okay, this kid was definitely going to get a Supernova from Menardi as well. No one speaks to the great Saturos like this and lives to tell the tale! Moreover, this random brat seemed to know too much about them, and it was likely that he knew a lot more than he was letting on.

"Answer my question before I lose my patience! I said "what land is this", not "where aren't we"! I swear I will kill you if you continue this blatant disrespect!" he snarled, brandishing a small knife he kept concealed.

The blade of the knife suddenly lit up in flames, and the boy immediately looked fearful again. Saturos grinned at the sight of his fear-stricken victim and took a menacing step towards him.

"D-Don't kill me! There's so much I have left to do! I never had the chance to finish writing all my stories or meet Tem in person or tell GengaJupite that his fluff is ridiculous in a semi-intriguing sort of way!"

"Stop babbling and answer the damn question before I roast your insides! Tell me where we are!"

As Saturos raised his weapon to strike (since he had no intention of letting this kid live after he answered the question), he suddenly found his eyes stinging from having something thrown in his eyes. Crying out in anger, the muscular warrior dropped his knife and wiped what appeared to be a bunch of clovers from his face. When he was able to see straight, he looked to see that the boy had already run too far for the Proxian to cast psynergy on him.

"We're in Ireland, bitch!" the boy laughed as he sped off into the distance.

Saturos screamed out in anger, stamping at the ground and burning all the grass around him. If only he hadn't wasted his and Menardi's weapons, then he would have been able to gut that brat when he had the chance.

"Saturos," he heard Menardi say, and looked to see her walking up to him.

"I swear, if I ever find out who that little shit was, I'll melt his eyeballs out before I kill him slowly!" he panted, wiping some of the froth from his mouth.

"Well, you might just have the chance if you can figure out what this is supposed to mean," Menardi said, handing him a small slip of paper. "That kid dropped it in front of me when he ran past."

Saturos instantly snatched the paper away, but the words written on it only fueled his anger further. He burned the small slip instantly, but the words stayed implanted in his mind.

"I'll kill that kid if it's the last thing I do!" he roared dramatically into the heavens with his fists held above his head in a way that almost begged it to be a movie scene where the camera zooms out from where the two of them were standing. And from that point on, Saturos used those words written on the paper to begin his search for the boy.

Nice death threats, bro,

Your pal,

Droory


Lol, so I've never written anything even vaguely resembling this, and I'm not expecting a ton of positive feedback, so go ahead and rip this story apart if you want. All I wanted to do in this first oneshot was have a little fun.

Droory, since I'm almost certain you'll read this, I hope you weren't offended or put off by the fact that I included you without asking. At first the boy in the story really was going to be just some generic person with Golden Sun knowledge, but I figured it would be funnier to make it you. Everything I wrote about the situation might have been stereotypical (like the place being really green and you throwing clovers at Saturos [if it's any consolation, I decided against making you smack him over the head with an empty beer mug]), but, hey, all for the sake of shameless comedy, and I wouldn't be the least bit upset if you decided to make fun of me in the future. Also, I'll apologize if you're OOC, since I don't know you, like, at all…

Anyway, this story is in no way serious or meant to reflect my writing technique. This is also a series of oneshots, and I'm thinking the next one will be Isaac and Garet. Don't worry, it's not going to be a series where they all end up on Earth or something, and since they're all oneshots, the plots of each one are unrelated to each other (unless stated otherwise).

Thanks for reading and let me know what you thought in your reviews! I know Droory will :P

-GengaJupite