Hello. This is a repost of my very first story, "textually" re-mastered if you will. I'm not sure if I will have time to constantly update this, but I don't want this to fade away. No, not a chance. So, I say to you that this story shall indeed, live on. Originally posted on the 6th of January, Two Thousand and Seven, here is the re-created version of Golden Sun: The Adept's War. ~Finalage.

Of course, I do not own Golden Sun or any of it's affiliates.

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Chapter One: Impulsive Reasoning

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Amenos, shining down upon a majestic ship...

Its rays only touch upon one soul, awake in the night...

A shadow wraith, wracked with...

Sorrow? Regret? It knows not. Yet...

Heart Beating, eyes bright, it knows wrong has been done.

Suffer thee, the consequences wrought by fate...

Kraden sighed, crumpling the paper upon which he was scribbling and tossing it to the sea. He never fancied himself as a poet, he didn't have the wit. Regardless of his intelligence, he had not the ability to strong words together as a bard must. Gnarled hands grasped firm upon the flawless wood of the railing as he stared out across the sea. Footsteps, too light for him to hear, paused at the doorway behind him.

"Daydreaming, Kraden?"

The elderly scholar almost fell out of the boat, grasping the railing wildly as he lost his balance. He had spun to the source of the voice, his heart, pumping in his throat, made him gasp...but it was only Jenna, clad in her traveling clothes, it seems she wasn't the only one who would not dare sleep.

"Jenna...you just...you just... knocked off ten years from my life! Everybody else is asleep!"

She had to smile at that one. Ten years from his life? If that was the case, he probably should fall dead right now, in front of her eyes. Shaking her head, she rose her eyebrows to tell him what she thought of that statement, but when she spoke, her voice took on a softer tone.

"You're not the only one awake Kraden. After all we have just been through...I don't think sleep will be a very common thing around here anymore, not for a while at least...I saw Isaac sitting on his bed, just staring at his blade. I think Felix is the only one asleep, but it doesn't seem like a good one..."

It was true of course. Directly underneath them, Isaac sat on his bed, staring at his blade, remembering how he had risen it against the Doom Dragon, staring into its eyes...and realizing whom he faced. He had grit his teeth, but nonetheless, when he lunged forth, his stride was no slower, his blows no softer, his mind crystal clear. He remembered, and felt like a monster.

Yet, he was hailed as a hero, and had been given his father back as a prize. He didn't understand...how this all seemed to work. He had always seemed to know what to do, as if a giant hand guided him where to go. Told him to move here, go to this town, do this, do that, say yes, say no, but now, he seemed lost.

Had he really done what was right? Releasing Alchemy upon an unsuspecting world?

Felix tossed around in his bed, somewhere in another area of the ship, his mind plagued with nightmares, his parents growing fangs and lunging at him, roaring as he stood, quivering, his blade winking dimly in the light.

He had stayed back originally in the fight against the doom dragon, there was only enough room on the tower for four people to fight without the worry of falling...but when Ivan had fallen, he had been pushed forth. To find out that mammoth beast had been his parents...to discover that Isaac had felt it and he had not, and yet had still charged forth, fearless into the blaze, really hit him, hurt him. What kind of "hero" didn't do that? Regardless of what they would lose, they would push on; at least, that's what the books depicted...

Off to the side, again in another room, Ivan lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His hands twitched as he held captive, his Psynergy. The master had warned him, in his own little way, he had warned him of the dangerous addiction, the love of diving into another's mind. Isaac had called upon his ability time and time again, always he had felt giddy, the energy flowing through, the knowledge of another laid bare for him to see, if he so wished...

At the moment, he was sober however, even as he reached out and touched upon Mia's mind. Restless, that's what described her. She was halfway between the land of dreams and that of the alive, awake. Mind flitting from one thought to the next, some thoughts simply being unable to describe with words. Not all of mind "reading" was with words of course, occasionally, if the connection was strong, images leapt across the bridge.

Ivan was well familiar with the mind he was divining upon, and thus, his connection was strong, his eyes settling upon a massive ship, covered in ice, adepts, all of those from Prox, collecting their energy to smite her to the ground, all the while, chains of fire surrounded her, squeezing tight. It wasn't a pleasant dream...and he felt for her, even as the power continued to flow through him, make him forget.

All of these, in the same quandary, the same question repeating in their minds, in different forms, leading along the same paths. Would they be accepted in their homes after this, once what they had done became known? Would they regret the decision they made? Did Alex have the Golden Sun...and what would he do with it if he did? Getting back to Jenna however, she paused in her speech.

She had been reiterating her problems and concerns, spilling her thoughts upon what had always been ready and able ears. Kraden's. Yet, as she turned around to ask her long time mentor a question, she found that he had fallen asleep on the banister of the ship's railing. He'd freeze like that...and while she was slightly peeved that he had done something he had long scolded her, Garet or occasionally Isaac, of doing; she did realize that he must be tired. He wasn't as young as he used to be after all...

Walking to the doorway she had come from, about to go get a blanket for him at the very least, she paused as Garet appeared in the stairway. He was rubbing his eyes, yawning. Someone grumbled at him to move. The red headed adept slowly climbed the stairs, leading a trail behind him, as behind Piers was Isaac, his blade sheathed in his back, Felix bringing up the rear. Isaac shook his head.

"I did say they probably just couldn't sleep and were up top, didn't I?"
"Well, you can never be too careful, Isaac."

Felix, again worrying about her. Or was he just using her "disappearance" as an excuse, keeping his mind off other things? She shook her head, letting her braid fly loosely behind her. She placed her hands on her hips before addressing him.

"Felix, I'm big enough, I can handle myself, you know. We just went literally all over Weyard, fighting who-knows-what, to release Alchemy, I think I can survive a few minutes on top of an empty ship."

Isaac didn't say anything to that one, not as Felix gave her "the look", which prompted her to stomp her foot like a child, adamant. Ohh boy, it was happening again. Ehh. What could he do? Jenna and Felix would always be brother and sister, children when together. It made him smile though...

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Zing! Remade, a bit expanded from the last time, but it's short as hay for my current style now. I like to make chapters around forty to fifty KB, this is nine. Anyway, as I claimed, this is a remake of an old, old friend. Tell me what you think, ehh? If you enjoy this short blurb, I'll put up what I originally intended to be the storyline for this, I never got past the first chapter last time...sorrowful. Finalage out.