MK: A song fic....sorta. I heard something on the radio and it triggered thoughts. I read Midnight C's The Silent Angel's Decree and It COMPLETLY triggered this too.
Keeya: No prizes for originality on this fic.
MK: Yep.
Keeya: All the other muses are sleeping. It's siesta time.
MK: Well n e way, this is AU. Pretty simple storyline. Isaac gets kidnapped and is sentenced to be killed at only four and only for being a mute, but he is rescued by a caring clan that accepts him without a voice. He is taken into a family and gains a sister, but as they grow in age, do they grow in thier love for one another?
Keeya: At the age of 17, Isaac decides he will find his old parents after his adopted parents are murdered. His "sister", Mia, insists she come with him, partly to avoid an arranged marrige to a man named Alex. Throughout the journey, they become more like lovers than siblings as thier feelings for each other change. They meet up with some of the Valean children from Isaac's young childhood, and although they are blinded by Isaac's muteness, Mia convinces them to assist the search for Dora and Kyle. But what suprises are in store?
MK: There ya go. The full summary. Its a mudshipper, obviously.
Keeya: As usual.
MK: It wouldn't be an MK original w/out the mudshippin.
Keeya: Unless you count A Sister's Love and Thoughts, but those had no romance at all between ANYONE in em, so that doesn't reall count.
MK: Yup.DISCLAIMER!
Keeya: MK does not own Golden Sun. If she did, she would rule the world.
Prolouge
It was a bleak Wednsday. Even though the sun was shining down it's golden light and the wind was playfully caressing the leaves of the trees, the mood was still broken, like something was missing.
Even though it was simply beautiful out, Dora didn't leave her house. Sure, there was plenty to do that day. The laundry needed to be washed in the river and then dried, the roof needed to be patched up, and the garden, which was baking in the sun, needed to be tended to.
But Dor was in no mood to do any of these things. Instead, she sat on a stool inside her Valean home, directly under the hole in her stick roof, so that the sun rays beamed onto her face and dried away her tears.
She felt warm arms around her neck and looked up into the sapphire blue eyes of her husband. Instantly he reached down and wiped away her tears, planting a kiss on his wife's smooth pale cheek.
"Shhh." Kyle whispered into her ear. "Dora, It'll be ok."
She looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks faster than her husband could brush them away.
"No it won't." She sighed. "I'll never be able to see him grow up."
"Dora, we've spent too much time stalling. Isaac doesn't deserve a life like this. The villagers have already convinced him he's a demon. The best thing for him would be just to have it end."
Dora widened her brown eyes at her husband. "So you would just let our son be killed? He's barely four years old and has his whole life ahead of him..."
"A whole life of being a mute, you mean. He'll be loathed his entire life. This is the best thing we could do for him. I should have killed him when he was a baby."
Kyle's wife stood.
"Don't say that!" she shouted angrily. "It's not his fault no one gives him a chance! He deserves to live!"
Unable to hold back her feelings back, Dora burst into tears that she couldn't control. Kyle sighed and hugged her.
"Dora, don't be selfish. We want what's best for him, and this, unfortunatly, is what it is."
The woman closed her eyes and buried her face in Kyle's chest. Her eyes were still pouring tears and began to stain his shirt.
"We can have another child, Dora." The man reminded her kindly.
Dora shook her head wildly. "You think any other child would do?"
Kyle kissed her lightly, fingering his wife's white tunic. "They're coming for him in less than an hour. We ought to spend some time with him before..."
"Please, Kyle, don't say it. I don't want tao hear it again."
Suddenly the two heard a rustle behind them. Isaac had entered the room, his blue eyes glittering radiantly in the sunlight coming from the roof. It seemed he hadn't heard anything his parents were saying, as he wasn't sad or anything. He was just standing by the kitchen doorframe, munching happily on a chocolate chip cookie from the cookie jar. Dora knew he must had nicked it earlier that day, but was too heartbroken to be angry with her son. Instead of reprimanding Isaac, much to the little boy's surprise, she kneeled and embraced him lovingly. Isaac stuffed the rest of the cookie in his mouth and cautiously hugged his mother back, unaware what was going on.
Dora brushed her hand against the boy's spiky blonde hair and looked into his dazzling eyes. He was so young, so innocent, yet hated so much.
Another example of the injustice of the world. Theives and killers were merely locked away for a few years when they sinned, but poor Isaac, who had committed no crime, was now condemned to death for not being able to speak.
No.
iI will not let him be killed.i Dora thought, looking into Isaac's eyes again.
She stood up and turned to Kyle.
"We're leaving. I am not going to watch my son get killed."
Before Isaac could even react to what his mother had said, she had scooped him up and begun to march out the front door, dragging her husband along with her.
When Dora had first gotten pregnant, everyone had been so happy. She and her friends,Erica and Lorelei,spent hours sitting together, stiching outfits and talking excitedly about thier children. Erica had a baby boy, almost five months old, named Garet, and Lorelei had a year old son and another child on the way, so they all were happy to teach everything they knew about children to Dora. Dora, of course, listened eagerly to all thier advice, and excitedly awaited the day she would have a child.
Then the day came, and Isaac was born. Dora had instantly fallen in love with him, almost more than any other mother. He had captivated her heart just by opening his dazzling eyes.
Could there be any more of a perfect of a child than mine? She had thought.
Unfortunatly, he had not been as perfect as she had belived. Two weeks after Isaac had been in the world, Dora and Kyle noticed he made no sound at all. When he cried, there was no heartstabbing wail, only tears crawling down the boy's baby pink cheeks. When he laughed, he only smiled, and his wonderful eyes said it all.
As much as they loved thier son, the couple found themselves admitting something was wrong with him and ended up taking him to the Great Healer. After studing Isaac for several days, he made the diagnosis that would shake up the family's life forever.
Isaac was a mute, no doubt about it.
Dora and Kyle had been slightly relieved. They were disappointed thier son would never be able to speak, and that it would be difficult for him to communicate, but they had expected something far worse and were terribly happy that, dumbness aside, Isaac was a perfectly healthy boy.
However, they were the only ones that viewed the situation that way. All the other residents of Vale were convinced Isaac had not been granted a voice because he was a demon that had escaped hell, and they had automatically treated him that way. To Dora's sadness, Erica and Lorelei had begun to avoid her and did everything they could to keep their own children away from her son. Dora had hoped Isaac would be friends would thier children, but it was impossible. Isaac was too unique to associate with others.
The torture that would last four years had begun.
The couple almost couldn't stand the hate directed towards Isaac and he had almost faced a watery grave. Luckily, Kyle hadn't the heart to drown his infant son.
If only he had known Isaac would face the same fate four years later.
Now the family was on the run, leaving behind everything they knew to protect the boy.
Life had been turned upside-down.
"Kyle, can you run any faster?"
The tall man began to gasp for breath and leaned against tree.
"Do, Dora, I can't run anymore. We've ran for hours, miles...."
Kyle collapsed under the shade of the oak tree, Isaac in his arms. The family had made it out of Vale, but were deep in the thick woods and entirely lost. Dora was full of energy, desprate to save her son. Kyle, who was carrying the boy however, was soon exhausted.
Dora grabbed her husband's arm and attempted to pull him up.
"We don't have time to rest! The mayor will send men after us! We've sealed Isaac's fate by escaping! If they catch up with us...."
Isaac grabbed onto his mother's chest and clung to her. He still didn't understand what was going on, but it wasn't good.
"Dora..." Kyle started, but was cut off.
"Give it up! Turn over the boy!" A dark voice shouted.
Dora and Kyle turned thier heads in perfect unison to see the sight that awaited them.
A group of Valeans was standing by them with horrible looks on thier faces. Among them were the fathers of the town children.
The mayor stepped forward from the group.
"Kyle, give us the boy." he said gently. "You'd be doing him a favor."
Kyle put his hand on Isaac's head comfortingly.
"You'll never get your hands on my boy." He said smoothly.
One of the townsmen growled. "He's not a boy, he's a demon. The devil's son."
"He's my son." Kyle snarled back. He stood and took off his jacket.
"I suggest you back off before you do something stupid, Kyle." Another man said.
"Dora, take Isaac and get out of here. I'll cover this." The father muttered to his wife. Dora nodded, dumbstruck, and grabbed her son.
A young man, no more than 20 years of age, lunged towards them. Kyle reached out and struck the boy and nodded for his family to run.
"Go!"
His wife nodded and grabbed Isaac. Taking one last look at her husband, she took off, leaving Kyle to defend for himself.
After a while, she found herself in a winding part of the thicket and collapsed to the ground. Her son rolled off of her and looked at her puzzlingly.
What's wrong, Mama? His eyes seemed to whisper.
Dora bent over and pulled him into a tight embrace.
"Those, those people want to kill you, Isaac." She spoke into his ear softly.
Isaac's eyes widened and he put his hand to his face. His beautiful blue eyes grew deeper and sadder, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
"My baby..."
The young boy stood up and stared at his mother, dumbstrucken. He reached out his hand to her, slowly, and then bolted away before his hand touched her face.
"Isaac! Come back!" Dora shouted, but it was too late. He had already run off, and was no where in sight.
"Isaac! ISAAC!" She called, helplessly shouting to an empty world.
Damn...damn them all...why do they have thier prejudiced minds....
The mother charged through the forest, tears running down her face. Why did she have to explain to him what was going on?
It was all Isaac's fault. He had looked at her with those curious eyes of his. The boy had brought it upon himself.
Dora shook her head. She had only herself to blame.
Sighing, she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Her reddish brown hair was tangled out behind her, mingling with the leaves. She put her hand to her face and wished for something...anything...
A kind-looking face with bright azure eyes suddenly appeared above the woman. Dora propped herself up on her shoulders. A beautiful lady with soft features and long blue hair was standing over her. Clutching to the hip of the woman was a young girl who nearly mirrored the other female, excluding the fact she looked only three years old. In the lady's arms, however, was no other than...
"Isaac?" Dora whispered, reaching a weak arm up to touch her son's face. His skin felt cold and soft in her palm.
"Ma'm, you're too weak. It would risk your son's safety for you to take care of him..." The lady said gently. She ran her fingers through Isaac's hair. Isaac himself seemed content in the woman's arms, but still sent a longing look towards his mother.
Dora looked at her son, than up at the woman. "Who, who are you?"
"My name is Angel, ma'm. I am part of the Mercury clan. I can take care of your son untill the danger passes. Please allow me."
"How, how can I trust..." The mother gasped midsentence. Angel was right. Dora was too weak to bring her son further to safety.
"Trust isn't an issue right now. The issue is Isaac's life or death."
Isaac's mother closed her eyes and decided.
"Please." she whispered. "Take care of him."
Angel nodded. "I'll treat him like my own son."
With that, Angel carefully began to stride away, Isaac in her arms. The little girl jogged faithfully along her mother, staring up at the little boy. The woman noticed and smiled at her daughter. She kissed the nervous little boy's head.
"Mia, meet your new older brother, Isaac." Angel said to the little girl. Mia grinned and took Isaac's hand.
"Hello." she said shyly. Isaac smiled a tiny bit and waved.
Maybe, just maybe, he was going to go to a place where he'd be accepted.
MK: That was interestering. Well, R&R. Please, spare a review.
Keeya: She's planning to post the next chap w/ a few reviewz.
MK: See ya l8er!
Keeya: No prizes for originality on this fic.
MK: Yep.
Keeya: All the other muses are sleeping. It's siesta time.
MK: Well n e way, this is AU. Pretty simple storyline. Isaac gets kidnapped and is sentenced to be killed at only four and only for being a mute, but he is rescued by a caring clan that accepts him without a voice. He is taken into a family and gains a sister, but as they grow in age, do they grow in thier love for one another?
Keeya: At the age of 17, Isaac decides he will find his old parents after his adopted parents are murdered. His "sister", Mia, insists she come with him, partly to avoid an arranged marrige to a man named Alex. Throughout the journey, they become more like lovers than siblings as thier feelings for each other change. They meet up with some of the Valean children from Isaac's young childhood, and although they are blinded by Isaac's muteness, Mia convinces them to assist the search for Dora and Kyle. But what suprises are in store?
MK: There ya go. The full summary. Its a mudshipper, obviously.
Keeya: As usual.
MK: It wouldn't be an MK original w/out the mudshippin.
Keeya: Unless you count A Sister's Love and Thoughts, but those had no romance at all between ANYONE in em, so that doesn't reall count.
MK: Yup.DISCLAIMER!
Keeya: MK does not own Golden Sun. If she did, she would rule the world.
Prolouge
It was a bleak Wednsday. Even though the sun was shining down it's golden light and the wind was playfully caressing the leaves of the trees, the mood was still broken, like something was missing.
Even though it was simply beautiful out, Dora didn't leave her house. Sure, there was plenty to do that day. The laundry needed to be washed in the river and then dried, the roof needed to be patched up, and the garden, which was baking in the sun, needed to be tended to.
But Dor was in no mood to do any of these things. Instead, she sat on a stool inside her Valean home, directly under the hole in her stick roof, so that the sun rays beamed onto her face and dried away her tears.
She felt warm arms around her neck and looked up into the sapphire blue eyes of her husband. Instantly he reached down and wiped away her tears, planting a kiss on his wife's smooth pale cheek.
"Shhh." Kyle whispered into her ear. "Dora, It'll be ok."
She looked up at him, tears rolling down her cheeks faster than her husband could brush them away.
"No it won't." She sighed. "I'll never be able to see him grow up."
"Dora, we've spent too much time stalling. Isaac doesn't deserve a life like this. The villagers have already convinced him he's a demon. The best thing for him would be just to have it end."
Dora widened her brown eyes at her husband. "So you would just let our son be killed? He's barely four years old and has his whole life ahead of him..."
"A whole life of being a mute, you mean. He'll be loathed his entire life. This is the best thing we could do for him. I should have killed him when he was a baby."
Kyle's wife stood.
"Don't say that!" she shouted angrily. "It's not his fault no one gives him a chance! He deserves to live!"
Unable to hold back her feelings back, Dora burst into tears that she couldn't control. Kyle sighed and hugged her.
"Dora, don't be selfish. We want what's best for him, and this, unfortunatly, is what it is."
The woman closed her eyes and buried her face in Kyle's chest. Her eyes were still pouring tears and began to stain his shirt.
"We can have another child, Dora." The man reminded her kindly.
Dora shook her head wildly. "You think any other child would do?"
Kyle kissed her lightly, fingering his wife's white tunic. "They're coming for him in less than an hour. We ought to spend some time with him before..."
"Please, Kyle, don't say it. I don't want tao hear it again."
Suddenly the two heard a rustle behind them. Isaac had entered the room, his blue eyes glittering radiantly in the sunlight coming from the roof. It seemed he hadn't heard anything his parents were saying, as he wasn't sad or anything. He was just standing by the kitchen doorframe, munching happily on a chocolate chip cookie from the cookie jar. Dora knew he must had nicked it earlier that day, but was too heartbroken to be angry with her son. Instead of reprimanding Isaac, much to the little boy's surprise, she kneeled and embraced him lovingly. Isaac stuffed the rest of the cookie in his mouth and cautiously hugged his mother back, unaware what was going on.
Dora brushed her hand against the boy's spiky blonde hair and looked into his dazzling eyes. He was so young, so innocent, yet hated so much.
Another example of the injustice of the world. Theives and killers were merely locked away for a few years when they sinned, but poor Isaac, who had committed no crime, was now condemned to death for not being able to speak.
No.
iI will not let him be killed.i Dora thought, looking into Isaac's eyes again.
She stood up and turned to Kyle.
"We're leaving. I am not going to watch my son get killed."
Before Isaac could even react to what his mother had said, she had scooped him up and begun to march out the front door, dragging her husband along with her.
When Dora had first gotten pregnant, everyone had been so happy. She and her friends,Erica and Lorelei,spent hours sitting together, stiching outfits and talking excitedly about thier children. Erica had a baby boy, almost five months old, named Garet, and Lorelei had a year old son and another child on the way, so they all were happy to teach everything they knew about children to Dora. Dora, of course, listened eagerly to all thier advice, and excitedly awaited the day she would have a child.
Then the day came, and Isaac was born. Dora had instantly fallen in love with him, almost more than any other mother. He had captivated her heart just by opening his dazzling eyes.
Could there be any more of a perfect of a child than mine? She had thought.
Unfortunatly, he had not been as perfect as she had belived. Two weeks after Isaac had been in the world, Dora and Kyle noticed he made no sound at all. When he cried, there was no heartstabbing wail, only tears crawling down the boy's baby pink cheeks. When he laughed, he only smiled, and his wonderful eyes said it all.
As much as they loved thier son, the couple found themselves admitting something was wrong with him and ended up taking him to the Great Healer. After studing Isaac for several days, he made the diagnosis that would shake up the family's life forever.
Isaac was a mute, no doubt about it.
Dora and Kyle had been slightly relieved. They were disappointed thier son would never be able to speak, and that it would be difficult for him to communicate, but they had expected something far worse and were terribly happy that, dumbness aside, Isaac was a perfectly healthy boy.
However, they were the only ones that viewed the situation that way. All the other residents of Vale were convinced Isaac had not been granted a voice because he was a demon that had escaped hell, and they had automatically treated him that way. To Dora's sadness, Erica and Lorelei had begun to avoid her and did everything they could to keep their own children away from her son. Dora had hoped Isaac would be friends would thier children, but it was impossible. Isaac was too unique to associate with others.
The torture that would last four years had begun.
The couple almost couldn't stand the hate directed towards Isaac and he had almost faced a watery grave. Luckily, Kyle hadn't the heart to drown his infant son.
If only he had known Isaac would face the same fate four years later.
Now the family was on the run, leaving behind everything they knew to protect the boy.
Life had been turned upside-down.
"Kyle, can you run any faster?"
The tall man began to gasp for breath and leaned against tree.
"Do, Dora, I can't run anymore. We've ran for hours, miles...."
Kyle collapsed under the shade of the oak tree, Isaac in his arms. The family had made it out of Vale, but were deep in the thick woods and entirely lost. Dora was full of energy, desprate to save her son. Kyle, who was carrying the boy however, was soon exhausted.
Dora grabbed her husband's arm and attempted to pull him up.
"We don't have time to rest! The mayor will send men after us! We've sealed Isaac's fate by escaping! If they catch up with us...."
Isaac grabbed onto his mother's chest and clung to her. He still didn't understand what was going on, but it wasn't good.
"Dora..." Kyle started, but was cut off.
"Give it up! Turn over the boy!" A dark voice shouted.
Dora and Kyle turned thier heads in perfect unison to see the sight that awaited them.
A group of Valeans was standing by them with horrible looks on thier faces. Among them were the fathers of the town children.
The mayor stepped forward from the group.
"Kyle, give us the boy." he said gently. "You'd be doing him a favor."
Kyle put his hand on Isaac's head comfortingly.
"You'll never get your hands on my boy." He said smoothly.
One of the townsmen growled. "He's not a boy, he's a demon. The devil's son."
"He's my son." Kyle snarled back. He stood and took off his jacket.
"I suggest you back off before you do something stupid, Kyle." Another man said.
"Dora, take Isaac and get out of here. I'll cover this." The father muttered to his wife. Dora nodded, dumbstruck, and grabbed her son.
A young man, no more than 20 years of age, lunged towards them. Kyle reached out and struck the boy and nodded for his family to run.
"Go!"
His wife nodded and grabbed Isaac. Taking one last look at her husband, she took off, leaving Kyle to defend for himself.
After a while, she found herself in a winding part of the thicket and collapsed to the ground. Her son rolled off of her and looked at her puzzlingly.
What's wrong, Mama? His eyes seemed to whisper.
Dora bent over and pulled him into a tight embrace.
"Those, those people want to kill you, Isaac." She spoke into his ear softly.
Isaac's eyes widened and he put his hand to his face. His beautiful blue eyes grew deeper and sadder, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
"My baby..."
The young boy stood up and stared at his mother, dumbstrucken. He reached out his hand to her, slowly, and then bolted away before his hand touched her face.
"Isaac! Come back!" Dora shouted, but it was too late. He had already run off, and was no where in sight.
"Isaac! ISAAC!" She called, helplessly shouting to an empty world.
Damn...damn them all...why do they have thier prejudiced minds....
The mother charged through the forest, tears running down her face. Why did she have to explain to him what was going on?
It was all Isaac's fault. He had looked at her with those curious eyes of his. The boy had brought it upon himself.
Dora shook her head. She had only herself to blame.
Sighing, she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Her reddish brown hair was tangled out behind her, mingling with the leaves. She put her hand to her face and wished for something...anything...
A kind-looking face with bright azure eyes suddenly appeared above the woman. Dora propped herself up on her shoulders. A beautiful lady with soft features and long blue hair was standing over her. Clutching to the hip of the woman was a young girl who nearly mirrored the other female, excluding the fact she looked only three years old. In the lady's arms, however, was no other than...
"Isaac?" Dora whispered, reaching a weak arm up to touch her son's face. His skin felt cold and soft in her palm.
"Ma'm, you're too weak. It would risk your son's safety for you to take care of him..." The lady said gently. She ran her fingers through Isaac's hair. Isaac himself seemed content in the woman's arms, but still sent a longing look towards his mother.
Dora looked at her son, than up at the woman. "Who, who are you?"
"My name is Angel, ma'm. I am part of the Mercury clan. I can take care of your son untill the danger passes. Please allow me."
"How, how can I trust..." The mother gasped midsentence. Angel was right. Dora was too weak to bring her son further to safety.
"Trust isn't an issue right now. The issue is Isaac's life or death."
Isaac's mother closed her eyes and decided.
"Please." she whispered. "Take care of him."
Angel nodded. "I'll treat him like my own son."
With that, Angel carefully began to stride away, Isaac in her arms. The little girl jogged faithfully along her mother, staring up at the little boy. The woman noticed and smiled at her daughter. She kissed the nervous little boy's head.
"Mia, meet your new older brother, Isaac." Angel said to the little girl. Mia grinned and took Isaac's hand.
"Hello." she said shyly. Isaac smiled a tiny bit and waved.
Maybe, just maybe, he was going to go to a place where he'd be accepted.
MK: That was interestering. Well, R&R. Please, spare a review.
Keeya: She's planning to post the next chap w/ a few reviewz.
MK: See ya l8er!