Author's Notes:
Hello and welcome to my first foray into Golden Sun fanfiction. This one is an AU of Dark Dawn and focuses largely on Tyrell, it also contains concepts from the anime Fairytail though I will be manipulating and changing them slightly. I hope you all enjoy this first chapter.
I do not own any aspect of Golden Sun.
Chapter 1
Fire fascinated him.
The way it moved, the way it was unpredictable, yet consistent at its core. Fire was powerful, emotional, it danced and flourished, keeping no rhythm but its own. It warmed and brightened, bringing light and comfort in darkness, but it also consumed, it devoured and destroyed if it was allowed to rage.
In this regard, it wasn't that different from the other three elements. Earth, wind and water could also bring safety and danger, nourishment and starvation, life and death. However, unlike the other three, fire had a hunger, it needed to devour to survive, be it wood, parchment or any number of other things, fire had to eat to live and it was a hunger Tyrell felt.
As a Mars Adept, Tyrell was supposed to have a strong connection to fire, it was in his blood and he'd been taught about manipulating it through Psynergy for as long as he could remember. Even so, his fascination with fire was slightly beyond that of an adept.
He didn't just want to manipulate fire, conjuring fireballs and such, he wanted to wreath himself in fire, surround himself with it, have it burn brighter, hotter, he wanted to consume it.
That was something that was definitely unusual.
Adepts were unusual enough, while hardly scarce, they were definitely uncommon, and in the minority, but one that felt a great desire to eat his element was certainly unheard of.
It had first come to light when he'd been very little, maybe about five or so, he'd been staring with fascination at the fireplace and had found himself reaching towards the flames. Of course, his dad had noticed and slapped his hand away, telling him that he shouldn't touch the flames (adept or not, fire could still burn). Tyrell had looked up at his father, with tearful eyes and spoke.
"But daddy, they look tasty!"
His dad had been noticeably taken aback by this, but he'd quickly responded, "Tyrell, fire can be dangerous, you mustn't touch it carelessly and it certainly isn't for eating."
Child that he was, Tyrell had simply nodded and agreed, but the desire remained.
As he grew, and started being trained in using psynergy, other factors came to light. His powers seemed more volatile than other adepts, reacting more to his emotions and resulting in sudden flares of flame whenever he got particularly angry or scared. More than once these 'flare-ups' had caused minor damage to something in his vicinity, and while his father and Isaac had told him that adepts needed control, he gradually noticed that they seemed concerned, and an unintentionally overheard conversation after one such 'flare-up' confirmed it.
"What do you make of it Isaac?"
"You mean Tyrell's psynergy?"
"Of course, that's what I mean! An adept's abilities aren't supposed to just flare up like that, it takes concentration and desire to create that kind of effect!"
"Our psynergy instinctively protected us from harm once."
"By creating a shield of raw psnergy power. You can't just produce fire without thinking about it!"
"Garet, there's still a lot we don't know about psynergy and how it works, maybe Tyrell's connection is such that he can sometimes create fire instinctively, he has always seemed far more…deeply connected to his element than most."
"I just worry Isaac, he seems to have difficulty using psynergy in the normal way, Matthew is a natural, but Tyrell's adept powers seem awkward, even for a child who's just learning, but then he launches flames without a thought. I can't help but feel that something's wrong."
"The best we can do is look after him and watch for anything unusual. For all we know, this could just be a phase and his powers will settle on their own."
Unfortunately, his powers didn't 'settle', in fact, they seemed to become more volatile and using psynergy remained awkward.
While he could use it, and it worked just fine, his psynergy always seemed 'off' whenever he used it. It wasn't so much a problem as a weird feeling, like his powers didn't like being forced the way they were. It was like discontent in his soul, as if his powers weren't comfortable with the method they were being expressed by and wanted to do something else, do more.
Matthew and Karis said that psynergy felt natural to them, like they were merely using an extension of their mind, but Tyrell felt uncomfortable, his powers grumbled at him, his desire to consume fire didn't fade and didn't know why.
And so, it went, he continued to learn fire-based psynergy and continued to feel uncomfortable doing so, however, his 'flare-ups' became more common, as if his powers were rebelling against whatever they disliked, culminating in him nearly setting fire to Patcher's Place when he got snappy about something and unintentionally launched a small fireball when he flung his arm out.
At this point, it became clear to most that something was definitely wrong with his psynergy, a fireball did not simply form due to a single, instinctive gesture, and even the least capable adapts could recognise that. Seeing that simply watching was no longer an option, Isaac suggested consulting with some of the elders in the area, most were from Vale before it was destroyed and held considerable knowledge about psynergy.
Tyrell sat moodily outside the small hut, waiting for his father to finish discussing something with the latest elder they'd been to see.
Since the incident at Patcher's Place, he'd been taken to see several elders, but little progress had been made with his 'psynergy problem'. Each time he'd told them everything he could, the uncomfortableness, how his powers flared-up with his emotions, even his desire to eat fire. The last one always brought forth concerned frowns and usually led to a conclusion that since adapt powers were powered by the mind, the problem could be rooted there.
This is the way the last discussion went, with the elder all but saying he thought Tyrell was mentally damaged somehow, and the boy had naturally started to get angry. Sensing his son's mood, and likely worried about another 'flare-up' incident, Garet had sent him to wait outside while he continued to speak with the elder.
Not even bothering to try and hear the hushed talk inside, Tyrell stared towards continually erupting Mount Aleph, wishing he was back at home, at least there with Isaac and Matthew he wasn't being judged.
Scattered as they were, news still travelled fast through the former people of Vale, and the fact that the psynergy of Garet's son wasn't working properly had spread. Having travelled to several little communities to visit elders, Tyrell had noticed people staring at him with looks ranging from pity to fear, and he had to say he didn't like it.
Sudden movement pulled his eyes from the mountain, and he saw a little girl sprinting into the little cluster of buildings that made up this small settlement, screaming fit to bust.
Close behind came a band of whooping and shouting men, waving weapons wildly, and it was obvious what was going on.
While generally a peaceful area, the Goma Mountain Range did occasionally receive problems with bandits. Most didn't last long, since many of their 'victims' were descended from the people of Vale with several adepts among them, but they weren't to be taken lightly.
Tyrell was already on his feet, ready to leap into action, but his father barrelled out of the hut, summoned by the commotion.
"Tyrell, stay here!"
Without waiting for confirmation, he ran to meet the bandits head on, several of the local men running to back him up. With his own extensive psynergy powers, and equally useful assistance from those fighting with him, the band was being clearly beaten back. The bandits had obviously thought it would've been an easy raid and weren't expecting such a swift and powerful resistance. As such, most of them just fled, deciding that it just wasn't worth it, but one in particular slipped through the defence.
He spotted Tyrell, and a malicious grin spread across his features as he raised his arm. It took the young Mars adept merely a moment to recognise what was about to happen, but it wasn't enough time.
A large ball of intense flame was flung his way, the key spell of a Mars adept, and Tyrell could only stare as it hurtled towards him. Ideally, he would've ducked, but a sudden surge of instinct, fuelled by adrenaline, made him stand his ground. Instead of dodging, or even summoning a fireball of his own to counter, the boy held out his hands and caught the spell as if he was playing catch.
While he felt the impact, strangely enough, the attack didn't burn, in fact it felt merely warm. Without thinking, he bit into the fireball, ripping chunks out and scarfing them down as if he was devouring a loaf, driven by a sudden hunger. The flames tumbled down his throat, settling in his stomach and somehow filling him, though they seemed to do more.
He felt a surge of power, flowing out from the consumed flames and filling him with strength. The desire to release the power, fling all of it at the bandit who stood gaping at what was happening, rapidly grew and he went with it without question.
He breathed in, pulling his head back, and then forcefully flung his breath forward as if to scream. His howl became fire, blasting from his mouth like a torrent, a vortex of flame spiralling at the bandit who could only stare dumbly at the oncoming inferno.
It struck, hitting the bandit with such force that he was sent flying backwards, only his powers as an adept protecting him from instant death. The flames died as Tyrell's howl ended and brought him back down from his adrenaline rush. He stared at the massive scorch mark before him, indicating where his attack had passed, and at the defeated, but not quite dead bandit.
Around him, people stared in shock, not comprehending what they'd just seen. Even used to adepts as they were, an attack of that sort just didn't happen. The other bandits had long since fled, and in the deathly hush, Garet stepped towards his son.
"Tyrell, what did you just do?"
PS-So, Tyrell has just shown a strange power, is it a bizarre form of fire psynergy, or something else entirely? Please let me know what you thought and I'll hopefully update soon.
