Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Golden Sun series. It is the respective property of Camelot. I just write fan fiction.
Six years. It had been six whole years since their journey had begun. Six years ago, they set out on a quest, to stop the lighting of the beacons and save Weyard. They defeated the Proxian warriors atop the Venus Lighthouse. They followed Felix across the world to stop him from completing their duty. But along their journey, they discovered their world was dying without the power of alchemy as its nourishment. It was then that the two opposing forces banded together to climb the Mars Lighthouse to light the beacon. It had been six years since the Golden Sun rose above Mt. Aleph; six years since Alchemy had been restored to the world.
Sometimes, Ivan wondered, if it had all just been a dream; a chaotic dream at that. At the time he had joined Isaac and Garet, he had a duty to fulfill to Lord Hammet, and a glimmer of pride in joining the two Vale Warriors on their epic quest. Felix and his friends must be stopped, or else the world would fall into destruction. But as they traveled the world, seeing the Gaia falls himself, even Ivan felt a pull towards Felix's quest. He had never felt so confused before in his life: what if his quest was really the downfall of Weyard?
Six years ago, they had thrown away their duty and began a new quest–to light the beacons and save Weyard.
The Jupiter Adept sighed as he took another drink. To think, before Isaac and Garet had arrived in that small town of Vault, he had no idea what an Adept was. He had accepted himself an orphan with no family or friends, who held an unusual understanding the wind and the ability to read people's mind. He had accepted himself a freak. But now that their journey had passed, he had discovered the truth.
He was not a freak, rather a gifted boy who could use the Psyenergy of the Wind, a Jupiter Adept. He was not just a lonely orphan, but he had a sister named Hama, who shared the same power. In his strangeness he found friends that not only accepted him, but understood him. In a mere year, the orphan named Ivan had turned into Ivan, the Warrior of Vale.
In that year, all of them had changed, really. Isaac had turned into a strong leader while Garet learned to be more observant about the world around them, responsible. Mia re-discovered a sense of duty that she feared had disappeared; Jenna learned how to stand for her own beliefs, even if it meant being the enemy of her friends. Felix had learned how to rely on others and ask for help. Sheba had found her identity not in her birth but in her friends. Even the great Captain Piers found acceptance in a world he thought he would find none. It had been a year of change for all of them.
And now, here they were. Six years later, in a world seemed rather dull compared to the excitement of their journey, the eight Warriors of Vale reunited, changed by the events of their quest.
"Garet! I swear to Iris, I will KILL you!" Jenna's voice carried as Garet dodged a fireball, laughing at her anger. The furious Mars Adept grew bright red, loading another bright flame in her hand. The others continued to laugh as Jenna began to chase her victim out into the street.
But even then, they were the exact same as they had always been.
A/N: Okay, so a little different for me, considering I don't write drabbles, let alone write for Ivan of all characters. But I started a blog where I write little drabbles as I think of them, and I happened to like this one drabble particularly a lot. Even if it did have Ivan as the narrator. (Sorry, I'm not a big Ivan fan. I think it stems from my LighthouseShipping.) So yeah. I'm just posting it because, well, I believe it should be.