Icy Blaze
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Chapter 1 - Turn of Events
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Note - This story takes place just before the fight with Briggs in Alhafra, where the party rests in the inn. There is some sexual situations and a few adult themes (namely alchohol) in this story. You have been warned.
And I do not own Nintendo or Golden Sun.
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What a day. If the trip through Yampi wasn't miserable enough, then the encounter with Alhapra's mayor was nothing short of terrible. Not only did he treat the mayor of Madra like dirt, but he went on to insult them. And worse, he tried to ask her to stay for the night.
And if it weren't for his position of power, Jenna would have killed him.
Not that she would get away with killing someone else, but the man could stand to loose some of his snobbish ways.
She chuckled at that thougt. She recalled Garet, whose seemingly blunt and dull-witted ways were only his efforts to appear strong and invulnerable. And Isaac sometimes had a tendency to woo her to get some of her muffins.
But at least they meant good, unlike "fatso..."
She gazed in the mirror of her suite at the inn. She tried to visualize their faces, but to no avial. The time between their last togetherness seemed like an eternity ago. She noticed that a tear streaked down her cheek, leaving a dark trail of moisture on her face.
She was glad that she was alone in her room, lest anyone see her sensitive side. She knew that everyone thought that she was an insensitive bitch at times, but she preferred it that way. She wanted to be known as a strong person, not a weak, whiny wuss.
Walking towards the candle, she thought she heard someone outside her door. After a minute passed, she crawled into bed, blowing out the candle as sleep crept upon her...
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Reaching for his mug, Alex pondered his love. Why had she ignored him, letting him believe that he was worthless and weak. Did it matter, his feelings? She obviously didn't care for him, and for some reason that escaped his grasp, he still loved her? What was it that drew him to her, made him long to caress her smooth skin? To listen to her cheery laugh, to see her tender smile just once...
But she still didn't love him, even after he left a note threatening that he would do something drastic to prove his love. And when she didn't respond, he decided to achieve the power of the gods, to show that he would suffer eternally for her love. But, she didn't even notice.
Standing up, he backpeddled into the counter, finding himself barely able to stand. Seeing the stairs leading up, he staggared towards them, hearing the sounds of giggling voices from across the bar.
Felix and Sheba.
Damn them. How can they laugh when he suffers so? His love ignores him, and they have the gall to laugh at him?
Grabbing the railing, he climed the stairs, determined to sleep off the alchohol. Nearing his door, he tried to enter, but instead found himself on the floor, his body having failed him. To be releaved of the suffering... To be without the pain... He welcomed the growing darkness...
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Jenna turned in bed, finding it difficult to sleep. She was puzzled why she couldn't remember Isaac or Garet's faces. And it troubled her, for if she forgot their faces, who's to say they wouldn't forget hers?
She shuddered at that thought, wondering what would happen if they did forget all about her... "Hey, Isaac, remember that girl? The sexy one?" "Which one, Garet?" "The firey one with a big mouth." "Oh, you mean Jasmine..."
She tried to clear the thought from her head, but it wouldn't go away. What if that was all she was, just another girl in Vale? She might as well be a ten dollar whore on the street...
No, bad thoughts. They wouldn't forget her. She had to believe that... But the doubt still lingered...
She got out of bed, hopefull that a glass of water would quench her doubts. Or maybe Felix... No, he's too involved with that Sheba. And besides, he wasn't around when she grew up with them, anyway. What kind of help would he be?
She pulled out an outfit to wear, sure that the Innkeeper would dissaprove of her walking around the inn in her robe. Then again, the fat mayor wouldn't object.
Turning around, she came face to face with Alex, with a lovely scent of rum on his breath.
Eyes burning like mad, she backed up. "What the hell are you doing in my room?!"
"I came to show you my love, Mia."
Jenna was about to slap him for that remark, but then it dawned on her that he wasn't himself right now. Was he having an illusion?
She opened her mouth to speak, only to have it met by his lips, his tounge forcing its way into her mouth.
She tried to resist him, to shove him off of her, but he was far stronger than she gave him credit for. He threw her at the bed, pulling his own clothes off of himself. She quickly realized what he was doing, and tried to scream for help. She stopped as she realized that it was useless. He could vanish in a second, and then where would she be?
Helpless, she tried to get to her feet, but he shoved her back down, accidentally exposing her breasts. Ignoring her lack of clothes she lunged at him, determined to knock him out. He grabbed her waist while she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs trying to squeeze his gut. With all of her might she choked him, but suddenly stopped as something brushed her lower reigon. Thinking that it was his sword, she headbutted him, pushing him back a few inches. Landing on the floor, she realized that it wasn't a sword that had rubbed against her...
Sheer shock overtook her, and without any trouble, he tackled her, his face buried in her chest. Her back on the bed and her legs dangling off the edge, she tried again to choke him to death. But then, something odd happened: her nipples hardened.
Felling the blood rise to her face, she wasn't on guard when he pinned her arms to her side, his legs spreading hers open. "For you only, Mia..." Jenna thought of screaming this time, but her mouth was again silenced by his.
Then he did it.
Pain surged through her, her fingers digging into his back. Repeatedly, he would pull himself in and out, but she still tried to resist, despite the signals that her body sent to her brain. Felling the perverse pleasure fill her body, she used her last resort - the faces of Isaac and Garet.
She tried to see them, but to no avail. Her body continued to ache for more, and suddenly, she saw it:
Isaac's smiling face.
She smiled at being able to recall her friend, her orgasm silenced by Alex's mouth. Drained from her rape, she laid there, with only the face of Isaac to pull her into slumber...
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Sweat. That's what it was. That's what woke him up. The unusually heavy consentration of sweat.
Alex glanced at the figure beside him, and felt the blood drain as he saw Jenna laying next to him. He could've sworn that he was dreaming of being with Mia, of showing her his affection... But... What happened?
Collecting himself, he quickly grabbed his clothes and teleported to his room, hopeful that the fire mage wouldn't say anything...
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A flash of light knocked Jenna from her slumber, sure of herself that the past evening was just a nightmare. That is, until she sat up.
Realizing that she lacked either clothes or robe, she hastely dressed, thankful that night was still dominant in the sky. She ran out the door, heading to the only lit room in the Inn. Knocking on the door produced no results, and Jenna decided to just enter the room, confident that Alex would be in there.
And wonders of wonders, he was. And he apparently hadn't even buckled his belt yet.
He glanced up, meeting her gaze. For a half hour, they stared, silent. Jenna finally decided to break the silence with a simple question: "Why?"
He shook his head. "I assure you, I have no idea what happened. All I know is I was outside my room, then I woke up and you were next to me. That's all."
She glared at him, unsure as to how truthful that statement was. She considered asking Sheba to read his mind, but then she would be involved. And then Felix would find out. Then...
...Isaac...
She strode towards him, and with no resistance, she grabbed his shirt. "Never speak of this, Alex. Promise me."
"I swear, I d-"
"I said [I]promise[/I] me!"
He gulped. "I promise! Not a word!"
She released him, then strode towards her room, deepened with the thought of what Isaac would say...
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End of Chapter 1
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Okay... I don't know why I wrote this... All I remember is that I was playing Metroid Fusion or something, turned it off, and the next thing I recall is this on the screen. Maybe going into a sleeping state while being awake is good... Did that even make sense?
I read what I found, and went about fine tuning it. I decided that I'll make it a chapter thing, as I've lost any hope of finding a solution to Battle Arena and End of an Era. But Curse of the Sages will continue.
Now that I think about it, I was typing CotS when I dozed off...
Please review and tell me what you think of this. I've never done this kind of story before...
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Chapter 1 - Turn of Events
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Note - This story takes place just before the fight with Briggs in Alhafra, where the party rests in the inn. There is some sexual situations and a few adult themes (namely alchohol) in this story. You have been warned.
And I do not own Nintendo or Golden Sun.
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What a day. If the trip through Yampi wasn't miserable enough, then the encounter with Alhapra's mayor was nothing short of terrible. Not only did he treat the mayor of Madra like dirt, but he went on to insult them. And worse, he tried to ask her to stay for the night.
And if it weren't for his position of power, Jenna would have killed him.
Not that she would get away with killing someone else, but the man could stand to loose some of his snobbish ways.
She chuckled at that thougt. She recalled Garet, whose seemingly blunt and dull-witted ways were only his efforts to appear strong and invulnerable. And Isaac sometimes had a tendency to woo her to get some of her muffins.
But at least they meant good, unlike "fatso..."
She gazed in the mirror of her suite at the inn. She tried to visualize their faces, but to no avial. The time between their last togetherness seemed like an eternity ago. She noticed that a tear streaked down her cheek, leaving a dark trail of moisture on her face.
She was glad that she was alone in her room, lest anyone see her sensitive side. She knew that everyone thought that she was an insensitive bitch at times, but she preferred it that way. She wanted to be known as a strong person, not a weak, whiny wuss.
Walking towards the candle, she thought she heard someone outside her door. After a minute passed, she crawled into bed, blowing out the candle as sleep crept upon her...
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Reaching for his mug, Alex pondered his love. Why had she ignored him, letting him believe that he was worthless and weak. Did it matter, his feelings? She obviously didn't care for him, and for some reason that escaped his grasp, he still loved her? What was it that drew him to her, made him long to caress her smooth skin? To listen to her cheery laugh, to see her tender smile just once...
But she still didn't love him, even after he left a note threatening that he would do something drastic to prove his love. And when she didn't respond, he decided to achieve the power of the gods, to show that he would suffer eternally for her love. But, she didn't even notice.
Standing up, he backpeddled into the counter, finding himself barely able to stand. Seeing the stairs leading up, he staggared towards them, hearing the sounds of giggling voices from across the bar.
Felix and Sheba.
Damn them. How can they laugh when he suffers so? His love ignores him, and they have the gall to laugh at him?
Grabbing the railing, he climed the stairs, determined to sleep off the alchohol. Nearing his door, he tried to enter, but instead found himself on the floor, his body having failed him. To be releaved of the suffering... To be without the pain... He welcomed the growing darkness...
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Jenna turned in bed, finding it difficult to sleep. She was puzzled why she couldn't remember Isaac or Garet's faces. And it troubled her, for if she forgot their faces, who's to say they wouldn't forget hers?
She shuddered at that thought, wondering what would happen if they did forget all about her... "Hey, Isaac, remember that girl? The sexy one?" "Which one, Garet?" "The firey one with a big mouth." "Oh, you mean Jasmine..."
She tried to clear the thought from her head, but it wouldn't go away. What if that was all she was, just another girl in Vale? She might as well be a ten dollar whore on the street...
No, bad thoughts. They wouldn't forget her. She had to believe that... But the doubt still lingered...
She got out of bed, hopefull that a glass of water would quench her doubts. Or maybe Felix... No, he's too involved with that Sheba. And besides, he wasn't around when she grew up with them, anyway. What kind of help would he be?
She pulled out an outfit to wear, sure that the Innkeeper would dissaprove of her walking around the inn in her robe. Then again, the fat mayor wouldn't object.
Turning around, she came face to face with Alex, with a lovely scent of rum on his breath.
Eyes burning like mad, she backed up. "What the hell are you doing in my room?!"
"I came to show you my love, Mia."
Jenna was about to slap him for that remark, but then it dawned on her that he wasn't himself right now. Was he having an illusion?
She opened her mouth to speak, only to have it met by his lips, his tounge forcing its way into her mouth.
She tried to resist him, to shove him off of her, but he was far stronger than she gave him credit for. He threw her at the bed, pulling his own clothes off of himself. She quickly realized what he was doing, and tried to scream for help. She stopped as she realized that it was useless. He could vanish in a second, and then where would she be?
Helpless, she tried to get to her feet, but he shoved her back down, accidentally exposing her breasts. Ignoring her lack of clothes she lunged at him, determined to knock him out. He grabbed her waist while she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs trying to squeeze his gut. With all of her might she choked him, but suddenly stopped as something brushed her lower reigon. Thinking that it was his sword, she headbutted him, pushing him back a few inches. Landing on the floor, she realized that it wasn't a sword that had rubbed against her...
Sheer shock overtook her, and without any trouble, he tackled her, his face buried in her chest. Her back on the bed and her legs dangling off the edge, she tried again to choke him to death. But then, something odd happened: her nipples hardened.
Felling the blood rise to her face, she wasn't on guard when he pinned her arms to her side, his legs spreading hers open. "For you only, Mia..." Jenna thought of screaming this time, but her mouth was again silenced by his.
Then he did it.
Pain surged through her, her fingers digging into his back. Repeatedly, he would pull himself in and out, but she still tried to resist, despite the signals that her body sent to her brain. Felling the perverse pleasure fill her body, she used her last resort - the faces of Isaac and Garet.
She tried to see them, but to no avail. Her body continued to ache for more, and suddenly, she saw it:
Isaac's smiling face.
She smiled at being able to recall her friend, her orgasm silenced by Alex's mouth. Drained from her rape, she laid there, with only the face of Isaac to pull her into slumber...
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Sweat. That's what it was. That's what woke him up. The unusually heavy consentration of sweat.
Alex glanced at the figure beside him, and felt the blood drain as he saw Jenna laying next to him. He could've sworn that he was dreaming of being with Mia, of showing her his affection... But... What happened?
Collecting himself, he quickly grabbed his clothes and teleported to his room, hopeful that the fire mage wouldn't say anything...
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A flash of light knocked Jenna from her slumber, sure of herself that the past evening was just a nightmare. That is, until she sat up.
Realizing that she lacked either clothes or robe, she hastely dressed, thankful that night was still dominant in the sky. She ran out the door, heading to the only lit room in the Inn. Knocking on the door produced no results, and Jenna decided to just enter the room, confident that Alex would be in there.
And wonders of wonders, he was. And he apparently hadn't even buckled his belt yet.
He glanced up, meeting her gaze. For a half hour, they stared, silent. Jenna finally decided to break the silence with a simple question: "Why?"
He shook his head. "I assure you, I have no idea what happened. All I know is I was outside my room, then I woke up and you were next to me. That's all."
She glared at him, unsure as to how truthful that statement was. She considered asking Sheba to read his mind, but then she would be involved. And then Felix would find out. Then...
...Isaac...
She strode towards him, and with no resistance, she grabbed his shirt. "Never speak of this, Alex. Promise me."
"I swear, I d-"
"I said [I]promise[/I] me!"
He gulped. "I promise! Not a word!"
She released him, then strode towards her room, deepened with the thought of what Isaac would say...
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End of Chapter 1
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Okay... I don't know why I wrote this... All I remember is that I was playing Metroid Fusion or something, turned it off, and the next thing I recall is this on the screen. Maybe going into a sleeping state while being awake is good... Did that even make sense?
I read what I found, and went about fine tuning it. I decided that I'll make it a chapter thing, as I've lost any hope of finding a solution to Battle Arena and End of an Era. But Curse of the Sages will continue.
Now that I think about it, I was typing CotS when I dozed off...
Please review and tell me what you think of this. I've never done this kind of story before...
