Chapter 1

Yamabuki: Hiya! This is my first fanfiction so please be nice. This has been floating around in my head for a long time, so I figured it was high time to write it down! Suzu-chan! You shall aide me!

Suzu: I don't want to…

Yamabuki: Too bad! Disclaimer!

Suzu: …*sigh* Yamabuki does not own Golden Sun. Camelot and Nintendo do.

The fierce hunger gnawed at her stomach, she couldn't even remember the last time she had eaten. Her long, cerulean blue hair snaked down her shoulders in clumps matted together with mud, blood, and sweat. The fetid air of the dungeon made her want to scream, but she held her tongue. Wails of those who were not as wise as she drifted past on the drafts. She sighed and crawled toward the door of her cell as far as her shackles would allow. They clanked and banged together so loud in the almost silence, she feared one of her jailers would come and punish her for making so much noise. Eventually the chains would reach no further. Stretching out on her belly, she reached for the door, her shackles biting into her ankles and releasing more blood from her infected wounds.

Suddenly the ceiling in front of her cell collapsed. She flung herself backwards away from the falling debris. A man swathed in a black cloak peered into her cell, or tried to at least. Dust from the ceiling collapse blew around like waves on a lake. Sometimes she could see him, other times she could not. After a few long moments, he shrugged his shoulders and took off running down the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief when the man was out of her poor vision, she noticed the door of her cell had been broken be a large slab of stone. She could escape! The only problem was the simple fact that she was still chained to the wall. She strained against the shackles, ignoring the blood that pulsed from her wounds each time she struggled.

Struggling for numerous minutes against her confining shackles, her strength gave out and her whole body went limp with exhaustion. Lying quivering on the floor, muscles screaming in protest, she heard many footsteps echoing along the corridor. She let out a small whimper of terror as a man peered around the corner. He looked shocked, as if he hadn't known she was there. How could that be? She was just off the main passage.

The man called out, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there, elsewise I would have let you out straightaway." He held out his hands in an apologetic gesture.

As he stepped into the dim light, she could see him clearly for the first time. He had purple hair that was a shade of dark lavender. It grew into a layered mess that had to be secured with a ponytail in order to be kept out of the way. He had a stubborn chin and a nose that was almost too large for his face. One could almost call him plain. Indeed, his eyes were his most remarkable feature. They were an odd shade of light purple, shining with care and a small glint of mischievousness.

"How bout I get you out of there?" He had an odd accent that was nice, but strange. Trying not to scare her, he took slow careful steps towards her. The only thing he accomplished was to annoy her greatly. Unexpectedly, another man appeared around the corner. He had a shock of blonde hair that stood out in a spiky disarray. It was obvious he had tried to tame the blonde spikes, but had failed – miserably so. Eyes blue as that summer sky adorned his tan face. When he spoke relief was obvious in his voice.

"Nathan, we've gotten all of the priso…" the blonde trailed off when he noticed her. His eyes widened in shock and after a moment he spoke, "Mia?"

Yamabuki: That seems like a good place to stop.

Suzu: What the heck?