Chapter 1: Isolation
The Golden Sun. Either a blessing or a bane, depending on whose point of view you were looking from. Since most people's lives were founded in the principles of Alchemy, they saw it as a blessing. In fact, everyone did.
Except me and my rival.
I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Cody. I am the last of the Guardians, the "Saturn Adepts," if you will. I am nearly 4,000 in age, though my appearance reflects that of a teenager. In fact, for all my years, my manner still reflects me the way I was at 14. You'd never notice me, if it weren't for my snow-colored hair.
But back to my story. I used to live in Onanc, the City of Light, before its ruin; now I have holed up in the remains, never ceasing to live, despite the pain I inflict upon myself. I can't do anything to end the torment, and I don't know why. Onanc used to be a splendid place, the last refuge for those of us who couldn't ever mingle with the Others. Every type of Adept had their place; so, too, did we, the wielders of light and darkness - the Spawn, I may say about the latter. Lalivero, Prox, Contigo, Lemuria, Onanc, and Darevoi; the great cities of magic. Four have been restored to their full splendor; two, utterly destroyed. Only I of the Guardians and Giles of the Spawn remained to carry on the legacy of the latter, and it seemed we were doomed to forever wander Weyard. Onanc's remains kept me blockaded under the ground, with naught but my powers of light.
Until they found me. "They" being some of the greatest heroes and heroines of the era; I believe the exact party was Isaac, Felix, Jenna, and Mia. Don't ask me why or how, that's a question for them. All I know is that they were exploring, and found the islet that held the path to Lower Weyard. It's a vast network of caverns, passages, and long lost treasures, if you care to look. The light of the Golden Sun touches nothing down there; one must be prepared for dangers beyond imagining.
I keep getting distracted. Where was I? Ah yes, my "rescuers." They found me trying to commit suicide - again. I'll tell you that stabbing yourself in the chest, shoulder, and both legs is NOT fun. Or comfortable. I was nearly dead - and I use the term loosely - by the time they hauled me back to the surface. I don't know which I appreciated less: the fact that they brought me aboveground or the fact that they got involved. I really hated getting people involved in my rivalry. It kept putting blood on my hands.
It seems I can't stay on topic at all. Perhaps I had better start telling the story so it won't happen again.