Disclaimer thing: I do not own Camelot, Golden Sun etc. etc.... Anyone who
thinks some random 14-year old might is quite blatantly an idiot.
(Actually, you never know. Managers seem to be getting younger all the
time; I'm probably over the hill now.)
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The brave companions were returning home triumphant. Evil had been vanquished, the world had been saved etc., they had rescued Jenna and been reconciled with her brother Felix and one and all were planning to head to Vale and live happily ever after. Jenna and Garet were spending every available moment together, Felix and Ivan were both trying to impress Sheba and Mia was occasionally caught staring in Isaac's direction. (much to her embarrassment) The whole mood was cheerful; optimistic and playful.
Isaac, though... Isaac had changed. He had never been exactly talkative, but of late he had become even more silent and withdrawn. They were all worn from their long travels and constant battles, but Isaac seemed worse affected than anyone else. He was only 18, but these days looked more like he was going on 30. Despite this he was not lacking for looks in his rough way, though, and the stares Mia was throwing his way were understandable. Isaac was definitely not in a good way, however, and Mia was also worried - although none of the others seemed to have noticed. He was not eating properly, and had trouble sleeping.
One night on this last leg of their journeys when she had gone to him to wake him for a turn on watch she had found him tossing and muttering in his sleep. She woke Garet instead, and covertly watched Isaac - all right, so she was a touch obsessed. A little while later he rose and expertly slipped past a somewhat less than fully awake Garet out into the night. She shadowed him at a cautious distance, and found him sitting on the edge of a cliff in the pale moonlight. He was weeping. He had always seemed so solid - and, recently, almost emotionless - and her first sense on seeing this was one of complete shock. She was horrified and fascinated by the spectacle, but could not work up the nerve to go out and talk to him.
Mia could not have said how long she crouched there watching, but all of a sudden Isaac rose and began back in the direction of their campsite. He passed near to her hiding place on his way back, and what she saw of his face in the dim light was in a way almost frightening, as although the tears still ran freely down his cheeks his face was totally devoid of expression. He carried deep scars - quite possibly ever since his father's death - yet managed to hide them from the world. He was getting worse, though, she intuitively knew. She planned to talk to Garet at some point - he might not be the brightest person in the world but he knew Isaac better than anyone - but never quite managed to bring the subject up, and her memories of the night acquired an almost dreamlike quality.
She would bring it up when they finally arrived in Vale, she decided, and tried to forget about it - although from then on she made a special effort to get him involved in conversations, to cheer him up and break him out of his shell of solitude. Mia realised, with a shock, that she had not heard him laugh in months - when she had first joined the group he had always been easygoing and quick to mirth. She honestly cared about him enough to try to help him with whatever his problem was, however, to try to see him through the dark patch. Somehow.
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More to come whenever the hell I get round to it - could be tomorrow, could be weeks. Who knows? My first ever fic, plz R&R etc.
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The brave companions were returning home triumphant. Evil had been vanquished, the world had been saved etc., they had rescued Jenna and been reconciled with her brother Felix and one and all were planning to head to Vale and live happily ever after. Jenna and Garet were spending every available moment together, Felix and Ivan were both trying to impress Sheba and Mia was occasionally caught staring in Isaac's direction. (much to her embarrassment) The whole mood was cheerful; optimistic and playful.
Isaac, though... Isaac had changed. He had never been exactly talkative, but of late he had become even more silent and withdrawn. They were all worn from their long travels and constant battles, but Isaac seemed worse affected than anyone else. He was only 18, but these days looked more like he was going on 30. Despite this he was not lacking for looks in his rough way, though, and the stares Mia was throwing his way were understandable. Isaac was definitely not in a good way, however, and Mia was also worried - although none of the others seemed to have noticed. He was not eating properly, and had trouble sleeping.
One night on this last leg of their journeys when she had gone to him to wake him for a turn on watch she had found him tossing and muttering in his sleep. She woke Garet instead, and covertly watched Isaac - all right, so she was a touch obsessed. A little while later he rose and expertly slipped past a somewhat less than fully awake Garet out into the night. She shadowed him at a cautious distance, and found him sitting on the edge of a cliff in the pale moonlight. He was weeping. He had always seemed so solid - and, recently, almost emotionless - and her first sense on seeing this was one of complete shock. She was horrified and fascinated by the spectacle, but could not work up the nerve to go out and talk to him.
Mia could not have said how long she crouched there watching, but all of a sudden Isaac rose and began back in the direction of their campsite. He passed near to her hiding place on his way back, and what she saw of his face in the dim light was in a way almost frightening, as although the tears still ran freely down his cheeks his face was totally devoid of expression. He carried deep scars - quite possibly ever since his father's death - yet managed to hide them from the world. He was getting worse, though, she intuitively knew. She planned to talk to Garet at some point - he might not be the brightest person in the world but he knew Isaac better than anyone - but never quite managed to bring the subject up, and her memories of the night acquired an almost dreamlike quality.
She would bring it up when they finally arrived in Vale, she decided, and tried to forget about it - although from then on she made a special effort to get him involved in conversations, to cheer him up and break him out of his shell of solitude. Mia realised, with a shock, that she had not heard him laugh in months - when she had first joined the group he had always been easygoing and quick to mirth. She honestly cared about him enough to try to help him with whatever his problem was, however, to try to see him through the dark patch. Somehow.
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More to come whenever the hell I get round to it - could be tomorrow, could be weeks. Who knows? My first ever fic, plz R&R etc.