Disclaimer : I do not own Golden Sun so blah .
*Ivan's point of view*
I woke up . Moonlight shone in my nearly empty room and onto my face .
I sensed something wasn't right , no it wasn't right at all . Where was my mother ?
Where was he , that is to say my father . I remembered them having one of their many
arguements the night before . My father questioning my mother , " Why don't you take
the little bastard , he's your damn child anyway ! As far as I'm concerned , I will not
have this..... this misfit for my own damned son ! " The words played over and over in my mind
'I will not have this..... this misfit for my own damned son !' They echoed almost victoriously .
I knew my father hated me . I knew all right from the several beatings I recieved . He'd sometimes
even throw salt water on the wounds afterward . And there was my mother , watching helplessly . She
knew she couldn't do anything , I knew very well of this .
My father refered to me as a misfits for these , well , powers I have . He used to watch me when
I was very little , with a scowl on his face as I would play in the garden pick up the occasional honey bee ,
talk to it , then set it back down on the leaf or flower . He scowled because I was not stung . For years I
went on wondering why my father hated me so . And she , my mother , loved me so much .....
*CRASH* A bolt of thunder made it's call into the quiet , rainy night . Like my father yelling at my mother .
Almost instantly , a lightning bolt followed . I had always been amazed by thunderstorms . The lightning and
thunder like rivals , enemies , clashing titans , all those things and more to me .
My bedroom door swung open . In the doorway stood my father . One of the last things I remember him saying was,
"I'm finally rid of you , you little bastard !" With that he threw my body out the window and I remember falling .
Falling .
I hit the ground so hard , it knocked the wind right out of me . The very last thing I heard was my father's manical
laughter andmy mother's scream before the house went up in flames . He had killed her and himself . With the small amount
of space between houses, the fire quickly spred . Before long , I was surrounded by flames . I blacked out .
In my semi-concious state the next day , I heard voices . 'Oh good,' I thought hearing the female voice, 'maybe mommy
is still alive !' Maybe , I thought , maybe . I opened my eyes to find I was wrong . Sitting around me were a bunch of
strangers . I examined my surroundings . I lay in a soft, warm bed . The scent of roses was in the air . The whole place
felt as if it was my home . I felt it somewhat should've been . I began to look around the room when a voice suddenly
stopped me . " Oh , you're awake ! We thought you would never come to ! " The woman whose voice I heard earlier piped up .
I looked at her . She was tall , slender and had long dirty-blonde hair . She smiled at me and said, " So who are you ?
My name is Tikal and this is my husband Brian . " The man smiled at me .
" M-m-m-m-my n-name is I-I-Ivan ..... " I replied weakly and smiled the same way . I had a feeling that this was going
to be my home for quite a while . " Well , it is a pleasure to meet you , Ivan ." she said . Tikal and Brian smiled at me,
two smiles so warm , I just couldn't help but smile in return . " I guess this is your new home with us . " the man said .
I nodded . I knew it would be .
To Be Continued .....
*Ivan's point of view*
I woke up . Moonlight shone in my nearly empty room and onto my face .
I sensed something wasn't right , no it wasn't right at all . Where was my mother ?
Where was he , that is to say my father . I remembered them having one of their many
arguements the night before . My father questioning my mother , " Why don't you take
the little bastard , he's your damn child anyway ! As far as I'm concerned , I will not
have this..... this misfit for my own damned son ! " The words played over and over in my mind
'I will not have this..... this misfit for my own damned son !' They echoed almost victoriously .
I knew my father hated me . I knew all right from the several beatings I recieved . He'd sometimes
even throw salt water on the wounds afterward . And there was my mother , watching helplessly . She
knew she couldn't do anything , I knew very well of this .
My father refered to me as a misfits for these , well , powers I have . He used to watch me when
I was very little , with a scowl on his face as I would play in the garden pick up the occasional honey bee ,
talk to it , then set it back down on the leaf or flower . He scowled because I was not stung . For years I
went on wondering why my father hated me so . And she , my mother , loved me so much .....
*CRASH* A bolt of thunder made it's call into the quiet , rainy night . Like my father yelling at my mother .
Almost instantly , a lightning bolt followed . I had always been amazed by thunderstorms . The lightning and
thunder like rivals , enemies , clashing titans , all those things and more to me .
My bedroom door swung open . In the doorway stood my father . One of the last things I remember him saying was,
"I'm finally rid of you , you little bastard !" With that he threw my body out the window and I remember falling .
Falling .
I hit the ground so hard , it knocked the wind right out of me . The very last thing I heard was my father's manical
laughter andmy mother's scream before the house went up in flames . He had killed her and himself . With the small amount
of space between houses, the fire quickly spred . Before long , I was surrounded by flames . I blacked out .
In my semi-concious state the next day , I heard voices . 'Oh good,' I thought hearing the female voice, 'maybe mommy
is still alive !' Maybe , I thought , maybe . I opened my eyes to find I was wrong . Sitting around me were a bunch of
strangers . I examined my surroundings . I lay in a soft, warm bed . The scent of roses was in the air . The whole place
felt as if it was my home . I felt it somewhat should've been . I began to look around the room when a voice suddenly
stopped me . " Oh , you're awake ! We thought you would never come to ! " The woman whose voice I heard earlier piped up .
I looked at her . She was tall , slender and had long dirty-blonde hair . She smiled at me and said, " So who are you ?
My name is Tikal and this is my husband Brian . " The man smiled at me .
" M-m-m-m-my n-name is I-I-Ivan ..... " I replied weakly and smiled the same way . I had a feeling that this was going
to be my home for quite a while . " Well , it is a pleasure to meet you , Ivan ." she said . Tikal and Brian smiled at me,
two smiles so warm , I just couldn't help but smile in return . " I guess this is your new home with us . " the man said .
I nodded . I knew it would be .
To Be Continued .....