Put simply, I am a Golden Sun maniac. I have whole novels' worth of fanfiction in my head, but sadly, I don't really have time for a novel, or even a medium-length story. That's why no-pressure collections of one-shots like these are good for me: I can share a peek of my world without giving myself yet another source of stress. So...enjoy!


They foretold he would be a savior. A man among men. Guardian of Contigo, legend of Weyard.

Thus, he had to go. Go with the shifty, stunted man in foreigner's garb, out beyond the desert where he would grow into his destiny. A cringing, mewling infant, bundled like corn, sold like meat.

The mother did not follow the prophecy willingly. She bit and scratched at the men holding her back, grasping at the air between her and her retreating son. Her cries of pain were not understandable to those who had never lost a child to fate. Was not her son to be one of the great warriors? Was he not leaving with a rich and noble man, to be raised among satin and marble? Could she not endure the suffering of a lonely mother long enough for destiny to take place?

But the mother had lost too much. Her parents had succumbed to the long, silent agony of the crimson fever when she was but a maiden. Her lover's corpse was lost under the sands of a bloody battlefield. And her son…her darling baby boy…without him, everything was dark. The crisp scent of freshly woven baskets, the chatter of old friends, the soft red warmth of a setting sun…they held no pleasure anymore.

No one spoke of the daughter: the eldest child, still alive, boiling and sweeping and mending. She became a parent for her mother, a woman for her neighbors. Always listening, always needed. Dutiful and loving, the perfect girl.

Perfect, but not enough. No mere child, however faithful, could replace the stolen hero. No lonely girl could draw the mother from her cot. And no one, gentle or wise, old or small, could wake the woman from the peace she had found in sleep.

But the daughter, the girl the prophecy forgot: she remained. She would train and grow, dedicating her life to village that raised her. And most importantly, she would remember to wait.


Ah, so short! Anyway, some of you might wonder why I've chosen to write about such a minor character. The answer: Because I grew up hating her. Though she was Ivan's sister, she was so cold to him, even taking into account her serious personality. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. I mean, she became an orphan because Master Hammet took her brother away. Then, after fifteen years of waiting, her brother doesn't even recognize her. Not that he would, he was only a baby when he left, but nevertheless, it has to be traumatic.

In case you couldn't tell, Ivan is my favorite character. If anyone knows of any good fanfiction about him, I'm all ears (Though preferably non-yaoi. I'm all for gay pride, but those kinds of stories just don't appeal to me. Sorry.).