-1Golden Sun Fanfic

Prologue

Aleph was crumbling, and huge spires and rocks were tumbling all around him. He walked calmly in the midst of all of the chaos and calamity. "They think that its over. Poor bastards." he muttered. His voice echoed as he entered the collapsed chamber of the elemental stars. The djinn statues were knocked over, the beautiful tiles were smashed, the roof was caved in in most of the chamber, and the enchanted water was gone. Yes….it was just as planned.

The chaos stopped. It appeared that Aleph was done crumbling and sinking into the earth. It was time. He waited patiently, tapping his foot, listening intently to the echo. He even attempted to restore the water in the room. It turned a musty green, so he quit his attempt.

Without moving, he chuckled. "You're here. It's about time. I've waited enough." He turned around. "It worked?"

The Wise One nodded, floating eerily in the open space of the chamber. "They believe that you are gone, and Hamma noticed nothing awkward during our battle. It seems that your little "show" and all the "lines" worked."

Alex jumped and laughed. "Poor fools. They actually believe that Alchemy was unsealed, don't they?"

"Yes. I forced the Golden Sun to appear, as you wanted. Now, all you need to do is set the final wheel in motion. Then, Alchemy will be free, and your wish will be granted.." said the Wise One with a nod.

Alex grinned strangely. "Ah, it is so close…so close at last!" He turned to the Wise One. "We have little time before the great Adepts discover what has happened. We must move quickly. Off to Mercury Lighthouse!"

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"Greybeard, to me." whispered the shadow.

A dark chunk or matter appeared. "Milord."

The shadow continued to speak, hidden by the darkness around his throne. "The almighty one has begun his little campaign. Now we must begin ours. Our first target will be Master Hammet's estate, and all that lives in that area. Prepare the army. We leave at dawn."

Greybeard nodded, and grinned a toothy grin. "Excellent, master. Power will be ours, and we will rule for all eternity."

Greybeard disappeared, leaving a wake of energy.

The shadow on the throne stirred. "Ah yes….power…"

CHAPTER ONE

The bronze reached melting point, and turned into a magma, a molten liquid. It slid down the steel tube, into the makeshift canister. There, it was cooled with water, and then compressed with incredible force to harden it into the shape of the canister. Air rushed out of the compressor, making a soft whistling sound. Heat emanated from the canister, and an acrid smell filled the air. The canister opened, revealing a long, triangular shaped object.

It silently rose into the air, where it hovered. The master walked towards it, and pulled out a whetstone with which he began to sharpen the bronze figure. After the desired effect was attained, he turned to the other side of the room, where another canister compressed another object, a similar yet larger object. He pulled out a frame from the compressor with his mind, and then attached it to the top of the other piece, forming a single piece. He frowned, and the complete piece of bronze began to turn red.

Sweat trickled down his forehead and down his neck as he focused. The bronze flashed and changed chemical properties, unexplainably. Steel stood in its place - hardened steel, strengthened to the point where it could withstand volcanic temperatures.

He pointed at the object, and a third piece was attached, a hilt. A sword floated in the air, and he smiled. His work was nearly complete.

With a pen in one hand, he pulled out a large leather book from his pack. It was old, and its pages were brown and mottled with ink. He opened to next empty page.

"Recipe seems excellent. Steel strength increased. Entering phase 2. Experiment going as planned." he wrote. He flipped through the other pages and smiled at his work. Five years of experimenting and he was finally a master blacksmith, one that was about to finish his ultimate weapon.

He flipped to the last page in the book, where he pulled out a pocket knife. The last page bulged strangely, and appeared to be filled with something. He carefully cut through the top of the page, and then pulled out a long sheet of paper, folded neatly, in a pattern that seemed to vibrate with secrecy.

"What's that?"

He turned around, facing the woman with dark blue hair. "It's a secret technique….that I developed. It's going to empower this sword, thus giving it the strength needed to serve its master."

He opened the paper, carefully pulling apart the threads of paper which opened it more. When he finished, he faced the sword, and read the contents of the paper.

" Fire's Fury and Earth's Bane,

Wind's Wrath and Water's Rain,

I call on thee to end this spell

A weapon made for the evil to fell."

The sword flashed, and the room was filled with light. Energy wrapped around the sword, and fire emanated from the blade. The hilt was encrusted with jewels and a strange mark.

Moments later, the sword stopped flashing. Everything was normal. Garet fell onto one knee.

Mia rushed to his side. "What's wrong!" she exclaimed. Garet looked up and smiled. "In chanting that spell, I sealed a part of my energy into the blade. That's why it is now Ragnarok, sword of Balefire and Bane. I cut my own power in half to strengthen the blade. Over time, the blade will consume the energy of nature, the Psynergy discharged by the Golden Sun, and my power will be restored. Until then, you can freely call me handicapped." he smiled.

A moment of peace ended with a deep rumbling, and the sound of ice crashing into more ice.

Mia frowned and ran outside, into the clear sunny day. Her mouth dropped.

In the Horizon, towards the southern mountain range, a colossal wave was growing….hundreds of feet into the air, gaining speed and momentum. It rushed towards Imil, tearing apart the sheets of ice, and the glaciers like they were twigs. The sound was ear shattering, even though the wave was hundreds of feet away. Blue water rushed up and foamed, gurgling.

Mia turned around. "Warn the villagers! Get to the Mercury Lighthouse NOW!"

She turned again and sprinted towards the wave, which was now racing towards the village.

"MIA! WAIT!" Garet cursed and raised his hand. A huge ball of fire rose, signaling an emergency. The villagers responded immediately. People flooded out of the shops, banding together, running towards the lighthouse. The old supported themselves on sticks, while the children were carried. Garet helped in any way that he could. He focused and heated the ice long enough to make it slippery. He then used Force to knock the villagers along his makeshift path. The whizzed along towards the Lighthouse at incredible speed.

Mia approached the gate. She stared at the wave, towering hundreds of feet into the still air.

She closed her eyes and raised her Righteous Mace. It flashed and the wave halted.