Through the Eyes of another.
Note! I do not own any of these characters. All character owned by the original creators of Golden Sun.
---
True how life happens?
Is it always all for not?
I try as much as we can to do our best.
But it never works out in the end.
Until.
Chapter 1: On my Own---
The city was dark. A young man walked down the silent streets. All was clear and crisp, and his eyes were heavy with exhaustion.
Isaac walked the short road down to his house. The sign on his door hung crookedly as it happily stated that he lived there.
It was different, yet the same, as he had remembered it to be for a long while. Though, this time, he was on his own. He once lived with his mom and dad, way back when. But now, the sign was lonesome as all it read was "Isaac".
He entered the empty home, and his life resumed as he had remembered it for the past three year. The empty home lit with the glare of his lamp. The room came to life as the small flame danced around in its little living space.
"Home" he said with a smile. This was his new home. His own home..
"Just as I left you" he said with a glee. His little home has been exactly as it has since he bought it.
It has been three years since he has seen his old home and his old friends that he has traveled with when he was younger. Garet, Picard, Ivan, Felix, Jenna, Sheba, and. Mia. Their memories were clear in his mind, for he had thought about them every day he left out to work at the Black smith.
He sat at his small table, shuffling through the papers. Yawning, he looked at the clock on his wall.
"12." he sighed. "Another late night." He looked at a sword design his college had suggested to him. It was rather bland, and required materials that were, at that point, out of his reach. He sat the papers down, and walked to his bed lying down.
"Better call it a night" he told himself. As he reached, and blew out the small lantern. The room became pitch black once again, and all was silent in the little home that Isaac owned.
* * *
The next morning was as any other. Isaac awoke, readied himself for work, and headed out the door to the shop.
The streets this morning were bright, and full of people, Life was exciting in this little village. People that he has seen every day for the past couple years were all there. And he could not expect more.
Though something caught his eye. As always, new people always did. He always looked for the slight opportunity to see something new.
New things were always a shock. Though every once in a while there was always a new face. Isaac gazed into the crowd of busy people. Something caught his eye, and she was beautiful.
Her hair was Bright and blond. Calmly braided in the back. A brilliant light was gleaming from her. She was the image of the gods, Shining with glory.
He tried not to look at her. Life should always be normal. That's what life is about. He already had his time for adventure. Sure, he saved the world, and that was enough for him.
He continued to his shop. Now he regretting he did not see her face, missing out on the murmur of the people around him trying to look at the brightness of life.
The door squeaked open as he stepped through. The room was neat. His working area was set up, with all tools in their proper place. His fire pit was black full of ash from past fires he worked with.
He build up the wood in his fire pit, and readied it to be lit. the kindling was in a nice spread apart pile.
He left to his desk and from out of the drawer took a match. He headed back to fire pit, Making sure that all pieces of the fuel were ready. He stuck the match. The fire grew bright, and all light from the flames gleamed in his eyes.
This brought back a rush of memories. The passion of the flame was the same passion that was in the eye of his friend. Garet, his long time childhood friend. The battles they fought together were unforgettable. They had always helped each other. Even through school, Isaac was always willing to slip an answer to help his friend, even though he knew better.
They just always had to make sure no one saw it.
But there was always one who saw it. She saw everything. And he saw her, and always wanted to tell her how much he saw her. Though, he always stumbled over his words every time he wanted to say something. The same flame's passion was in her eyes, Jenna's eyes. And he loved seeing it, for it was always there.
Pain seized his hand. Gasping, he dropped the match and pulled back the burnt hand blowing on it.
"Again?" One of his colleges called laughing. "Is it every day you burn your hand 'Thinking' as you do?"
"Just about" Isaac said calmly. He laughed to himself. 'Yes' he thought. 'It does seem like every day I think about them. I miss them so much!'
He pulled out another match and carefully lit it. He placed it in the fire, and stood there, watching the flames grow
"Right" he said to himself , pulling him of out the trance. He reached beneath and took one of the heavy logs. Tossing it into the fire he watched the flames tossed around as the new fuel was introduced. He took another log, and tossed it in.
"That should do." He closed the hatch, letting the fire grow in heat.
He walked to the front door, and looked up to see if all was well with the smoke stack, something that he always liked to do. He stepped outside, and the bright light of the sun filled his view.
Stepping into the broad daylight, he walked several feet away from the shop. He checked the smoke staff, as he meant to do. And, it always was the way it was supposed to be. The smoke streamed out of it in long streams. This assured him that everything was just fine.
He sighed a long sigh. He thought today would somehow be different. Sadly, as always, he was wrong.
He pulled out a slab of iron. He might as well work on something, since there is nothing else to do. The iron was broad, and fairly heavy. He walked back inside the shop deciding it was best he did another sword. They sold better, and they were his specialty anyways.
Back at his fire pit, he touched the furnace door. It was warm. That meant it was ready. He forced the door open. The fire was now going full force with the beautiful flames licking the top of the furnace. He thrust the slab of iron into the pit, and watched as the heat glazed its surface.
He sat down again at his desk. He began going through his papers, shuffling through the piles on his desk.
Then a bell rang as the door opened.
Light shone brightly through the opening. A young women stood there peering in, she stared for a moment letting her eyes adjust to the dim inner light.
Isaac stared at her.
Her skin was warm, her eyes were gentle, and her lips were soft. Her outer beauty shone. Her hair was a stunning red, and braided neatly down the side of her face.
"I..." She started. She stepped inside, and closed the door behind her. She watched Isaac, as she walked closer to her audience who had her complete attention. She smiled graciously to everyone. Her complexion was so mature.
"I need a staff made" she said at last
"I..." Isaac jumped up, slamming his furnace shut. "I am free" he smiled.
She walked slowly to his area of the shop.
"What was it that you needed?" he asked, as he motion for her to sit.
Taking the offer, she sat in the desk, he sitting soon after her.
"I need a staff made, one that is light weight, and durable." She stated
"Then you could not have come to a better place." He smiled his charming smile. "Welcome, My name in Isaac." He announced happily as he offered his hand.
Hesitant, she took it. And smiled "My name," she paused for a moment. "Is Jay."
Isaac was taken aback for a moment. Then kissed the top of her hand. "Jay" he repeated. "Charmed. Now then" he said, ready to work. "What type of staff did you need? Pre-designed? Original?" He pulled out a notebook full of different weapon designs.
"Well" she said pulling up the bag she had with her. She pulled out a small piece of parchment that had a rough sketch on it.
"I need this" she said referring to the parchment.
He took up the parchment and examined it. "But this design, the materials requires, I don't have them, nor know the place to find them."
She raised her finer to her lip silencing him. "I have everything you need." Three rather large pieces of ore appeared out from the bag. "This is all that you need to finish this" she smiled "There is no need to worry"
He returned the smile. "I would be happy to get to work on this." He reached down to take one of the raw ore when she gasped.
"Your hand!" she cried.
It was dark, and rough from where it had been burned. As she touched it, the pain from the flames burned. She put her hand over it, and the pain in his hand vanished, with the warmth of her touch.
She got up to leave.
Isaac instantly shot up, being polite her.
"It was nice meeting you," she paused again "Isaac"
"Always a pleasure." He replied.
She turned to leave, and was about to touched the handle of the door.
"Were you." he paused.
She turned around to look at him.
There was a long, yet settle silence.
"Nothing" he looked at her. His intent in his eyes did not meet his tongue, and he fell silent.
"Will it be done tomorrow? Possible?" she looked earnest, encouraging his question.
"Yes" he said without meeting her gaze. "Yes, it should be." He paused again, at a stumble for words.
"I see," she said. "Then, I guess I shall see you tomorrow then" The soft smile on her lips settled down his hesitation, and all he could do was smile, knowing she knew what he meant to say
"Thank you" he replied.
She turned, and walked out the door. The light gleamed, as it shone into the room. The door closed again, and no noise was made in the room after that.
Embarrassed, he turned around. Everyone in the room was staring at him.
He stuttered. "Were, were you watching the entire time?"
There was no reply.
He sulked as he sat back at his desk. Pulling up the sketch she left him, and the ore, he smiled again.
Jumping up, he went and opened the furnace, ready to get started.
Shrieking, he slammed it shut again and turned around.
The once silent room was filled with laughter. Isaac turned a beat red and looked up.
"Just waiting for that Moment Isaac!" One-man barely got out.
"Ah! I won the bet Katsu! He screamed! That's 102 gold coins you owe me!"
Katsu groaned loudly.
Another stood up and walked over to Isaac, patting him on the shoulder. "Its ok," he exclaimed. "Happens to the best of us. Though, it's too bad," he paused, "because the best of us has to clean it up!"
The room filled with laughter, and the completely sulking Isaac stood in dismay.
"Here" his colleague offered. "Use my furnace while you work on that job you just got. Though, better throw water on your fire and put it out, or it will be impossible to clean up!"
Isaac turned around and opens the hatch again. The flames were enormous, and his iron slab glowing red and was slightly curved to the shape to the bottom of the furnace.
"That is going to be impossible to clean up" he moaned, and taking the bucket of emergency water, he tossed it onto the fire. Loud hisses came, as the water turned to steam.
He walked outside, and filled the bucket up again. And returned, emptying the bucket into the flames once again. He continued this action, until all the flames were gone, and the fire pit was pitch black.
'Well' he thought, as he sat back down at his desk. He grasped the parchment. 'I still have something to look forward to.'
Note! I do not own any of these characters. All character owned by the original creators of Golden Sun.
---
True how life happens?
Is it always all for not?
I try as much as we can to do our best.
But it never works out in the end.
Until.
Chapter 1: On my Own---
The city was dark. A young man walked down the silent streets. All was clear and crisp, and his eyes were heavy with exhaustion.
Isaac walked the short road down to his house. The sign on his door hung crookedly as it happily stated that he lived there.
It was different, yet the same, as he had remembered it to be for a long while. Though, this time, he was on his own. He once lived with his mom and dad, way back when. But now, the sign was lonesome as all it read was "Isaac".
He entered the empty home, and his life resumed as he had remembered it for the past three year. The empty home lit with the glare of his lamp. The room came to life as the small flame danced around in its little living space.
"Home" he said with a smile. This was his new home. His own home..
"Just as I left you" he said with a glee. His little home has been exactly as it has since he bought it.
It has been three years since he has seen his old home and his old friends that he has traveled with when he was younger. Garet, Picard, Ivan, Felix, Jenna, Sheba, and. Mia. Their memories were clear in his mind, for he had thought about them every day he left out to work at the Black smith.
He sat at his small table, shuffling through the papers. Yawning, he looked at the clock on his wall.
"12." he sighed. "Another late night." He looked at a sword design his college had suggested to him. It was rather bland, and required materials that were, at that point, out of his reach. He sat the papers down, and walked to his bed lying down.
"Better call it a night" he told himself. As he reached, and blew out the small lantern. The room became pitch black once again, and all was silent in the little home that Isaac owned.
* * *
The next morning was as any other. Isaac awoke, readied himself for work, and headed out the door to the shop.
The streets this morning were bright, and full of people, Life was exciting in this little village. People that he has seen every day for the past couple years were all there. And he could not expect more.
Though something caught his eye. As always, new people always did. He always looked for the slight opportunity to see something new.
New things were always a shock. Though every once in a while there was always a new face. Isaac gazed into the crowd of busy people. Something caught his eye, and she was beautiful.
Her hair was Bright and blond. Calmly braided in the back. A brilliant light was gleaming from her. She was the image of the gods, Shining with glory.
He tried not to look at her. Life should always be normal. That's what life is about. He already had his time for adventure. Sure, he saved the world, and that was enough for him.
He continued to his shop. Now he regretting he did not see her face, missing out on the murmur of the people around him trying to look at the brightness of life.
The door squeaked open as he stepped through. The room was neat. His working area was set up, with all tools in their proper place. His fire pit was black full of ash from past fires he worked with.
He build up the wood in his fire pit, and readied it to be lit. the kindling was in a nice spread apart pile.
He left to his desk and from out of the drawer took a match. He headed back to fire pit, Making sure that all pieces of the fuel were ready. He stuck the match. The fire grew bright, and all light from the flames gleamed in his eyes.
This brought back a rush of memories. The passion of the flame was the same passion that was in the eye of his friend. Garet, his long time childhood friend. The battles they fought together were unforgettable. They had always helped each other. Even through school, Isaac was always willing to slip an answer to help his friend, even though he knew better.
They just always had to make sure no one saw it.
But there was always one who saw it. She saw everything. And he saw her, and always wanted to tell her how much he saw her. Though, he always stumbled over his words every time he wanted to say something. The same flame's passion was in her eyes, Jenna's eyes. And he loved seeing it, for it was always there.
Pain seized his hand. Gasping, he dropped the match and pulled back the burnt hand blowing on it.
"Again?" One of his colleges called laughing. "Is it every day you burn your hand 'Thinking' as you do?"
"Just about" Isaac said calmly. He laughed to himself. 'Yes' he thought. 'It does seem like every day I think about them. I miss them so much!'
He pulled out another match and carefully lit it. He placed it in the fire, and stood there, watching the flames grow
"Right" he said to himself , pulling him of out the trance. He reached beneath and took one of the heavy logs. Tossing it into the fire he watched the flames tossed around as the new fuel was introduced. He took another log, and tossed it in.
"That should do." He closed the hatch, letting the fire grow in heat.
He walked to the front door, and looked up to see if all was well with the smoke stack, something that he always liked to do. He stepped outside, and the bright light of the sun filled his view.
Stepping into the broad daylight, he walked several feet away from the shop. He checked the smoke staff, as he meant to do. And, it always was the way it was supposed to be. The smoke streamed out of it in long streams. This assured him that everything was just fine.
He sighed a long sigh. He thought today would somehow be different. Sadly, as always, he was wrong.
He pulled out a slab of iron. He might as well work on something, since there is nothing else to do. The iron was broad, and fairly heavy. He walked back inside the shop deciding it was best he did another sword. They sold better, and they were his specialty anyways.
Back at his fire pit, he touched the furnace door. It was warm. That meant it was ready. He forced the door open. The fire was now going full force with the beautiful flames licking the top of the furnace. He thrust the slab of iron into the pit, and watched as the heat glazed its surface.
He sat down again at his desk. He began going through his papers, shuffling through the piles on his desk.
Then a bell rang as the door opened.
Light shone brightly through the opening. A young women stood there peering in, she stared for a moment letting her eyes adjust to the dim inner light.
Isaac stared at her.
Her skin was warm, her eyes were gentle, and her lips were soft. Her outer beauty shone. Her hair was a stunning red, and braided neatly down the side of her face.
"I..." She started. She stepped inside, and closed the door behind her. She watched Isaac, as she walked closer to her audience who had her complete attention. She smiled graciously to everyone. Her complexion was so mature.
"I need a staff made" she said at last
"I..." Isaac jumped up, slamming his furnace shut. "I am free" he smiled.
She walked slowly to his area of the shop.
"What was it that you needed?" he asked, as he motion for her to sit.
Taking the offer, she sat in the desk, he sitting soon after her.
"I need a staff made, one that is light weight, and durable." She stated
"Then you could not have come to a better place." He smiled his charming smile. "Welcome, My name in Isaac." He announced happily as he offered his hand.
Hesitant, she took it. And smiled "My name," she paused for a moment. "Is Jay."
Isaac was taken aback for a moment. Then kissed the top of her hand. "Jay" he repeated. "Charmed. Now then" he said, ready to work. "What type of staff did you need? Pre-designed? Original?" He pulled out a notebook full of different weapon designs.
"Well" she said pulling up the bag she had with her. She pulled out a small piece of parchment that had a rough sketch on it.
"I need this" she said referring to the parchment.
He took up the parchment and examined it. "But this design, the materials requires, I don't have them, nor know the place to find them."
She raised her finer to her lip silencing him. "I have everything you need." Three rather large pieces of ore appeared out from the bag. "This is all that you need to finish this" she smiled "There is no need to worry"
He returned the smile. "I would be happy to get to work on this." He reached down to take one of the raw ore when she gasped.
"Your hand!" she cried.
It was dark, and rough from where it had been burned. As she touched it, the pain from the flames burned. She put her hand over it, and the pain in his hand vanished, with the warmth of her touch.
She got up to leave.
Isaac instantly shot up, being polite her.
"It was nice meeting you," she paused again "Isaac"
"Always a pleasure." He replied.
She turned to leave, and was about to touched the handle of the door.
"Were you." he paused.
She turned around to look at him.
There was a long, yet settle silence.
"Nothing" he looked at her. His intent in his eyes did not meet his tongue, and he fell silent.
"Will it be done tomorrow? Possible?" she looked earnest, encouraging his question.
"Yes" he said without meeting her gaze. "Yes, it should be." He paused again, at a stumble for words.
"I see," she said. "Then, I guess I shall see you tomorrow then" The soft smile on her lips settled down his hesitation, and all he could do was smile, knowing she knew what he meant to say
"Thank you" he replied.
She turned, and walked out the door. The light gleamed, as it shone into the room. The door closed again, and no noise was made in the room after that.
Embarrassed, he turned around. Everyone in the room was staring at him.
He stuttered. "Were, were you watching the entire time?"
There was no reply.
He sulked as he sat back at his desk. Pulling up the sketch she left him, and the ore, he smiled again.
Jumping up, he went and opened the furnace, ready to get started.
Shrieking, he slammed it shut again and turned around.
The once silent room was filled with laughter. Isaac turned a beat red and looked up.
"Just waiting for that Moment Isaac!" One-man barely got out.
"Ah! I won the bet Katsu! He screamed! That's 102 gold coins you owe me!"
Katsu groaned loudly.
Another stood up and walked over to Isaac, patting him on the shoulder. "Its ok," he exclaimed. "Happens to the best of us. Though, it's too bad," he paused, "because the best of us has to clean it up!"
The room filled with laughter, and the completely sulking Isaac stood in dismay.
"Here" his colleague offered. "Use my furnace while you work on that job you just got. Though, better throw water on your fire and put it out, or it will be impossible to clean up!"
Isaac turned around and opens the hatch again. The flames were enormous, and his iron slab glowing red and was slightly curved to the shape to the bottom of the furnace.
"That is going to be impossible to clean up" he moaned, and taking the bucket of emergency water, he tossed it onto the fire. Loud hisses came, as the water turned to steam.
He walked outside, and filled the bucket up again. And returned, emptying the bucket into the flames once again. He continued this action, until all the flames were gone, and the fire pit was pitch black.
'Well' he thought, as he sat back down at his desk. He grasped the parchment. 'I still have something to look forward to.'