Alex: All right! Alex here with my first story. Any constructive criticism
is much appreciated.
Sour: Disclaimer time! This is the first disclaimer of the first story of the first game of the first...
Alex: *Smacks him*
Sour: Ow! Alex doesn't own Golden Sun, Golden Sun 2, or Camelot, related characters, names, insignias, etc. because if he did, he could afford a swimming pool full of Wonka Candy. So don't sue him. Thanks.
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The Secret of Mesosavli
Chapter 1: Another Journey...
The sky was clear and cloudless, and the sun shone brilliantly, on a day over six months from the lighting of the final elemental lighthouse. The small town of Vale, completely destroyed when our heroes returned, had been rebuilt through the teamwork of the townspeople. A new sanctum had been constructed, grand and majestic in style, larger and yet cozier than the last. All of the houses of the townsfolk, as well as Kraden's laboratory, had been rebuilt to states more grand than ever before. Smoke constantly issued from Kraden's home and workplace, along with the occasional fire. The Psyenergy stone had been polished so that it gleamed in the sun, and the stream running through the middle of the city brought cool, clear water into the homes of many. Memories still lingered from the incidents of the past, but nothing could dampen the spirits of the people in the town: going about their business, growing delicious foods, making fine swords, or just simply practicing their Psyenergy for good sport.
Felix was outside his small home, sparring with Picard. Their swords, glinting in the bright sunlight, moved so fast that one could only tell where they were when sparks flew from the colliding metal.
Picard parried Felix's forward advance, making him stop suddenly and dig his heels into the ground. Picard jabbed forward with his sword, and Felix had to jump out of the way, tumbling on to the ground and landing in a heap, his dark brown hair jumbled. Picard laughed. "I think I got you that time."
"Not so fast..." Felix said, panting heavily. He raised his hand, pointed it at Picard's feet, and made a long, snaking vine erupt from the ground.
"Hey! Not fair!" Picard yelled before he was pulled to the ground. They both began to laugh hysterically.
Inside Felix's house, Jenna was making lemonade and looking out the window, watching the two fight. Her brown, almost purple hair shone in the sunlight streaming through the window.
"Picard, Felix!" Jenna called. "Come and get some lemonade before one of you knocks the other's head off."
"Coming!" They both yelled. They slowly got up, brushing dust and dirt off their pants and tunics, Picard seeming to have a harder time with the grime than Felix.
Both walked into the house, grabbing a glass from Jenna and sitting down at the large circular table in the middle of the room. Picard looked strangely pensive as he sipped his drink. He suddenly seemed to make his mind up about something.
"Felix, Jenna, we need to talk."
"What about?"
"There was one thing I neglected to tell you about in Lemuria, because our journey was in such haste," Picard began.
"Wait Picard. I think everyone should hear this. Ivan, Mia and Sheba should be arriving soon. I'll go gather the others while we wait," Felix volunteered, rising from the table.
"Good idea."
Felix ran outside the house, squinting while readjusting to the new light. He ran across a large stretch of grass and up some steps carved into a hill to get to Isaac's house, hoping to find both Isaac and Garet there. Sure enough, they were inside, Garet trying desperately to teach Isaac how to cook. Despite his reputation as a pyromaniac, Garet could actually cook very well, giving his house's cooking area the nickname, 'Garet's Kitchen.'
"No, Isaac! Don't add so much-" Garet warned, but it was too late. Isaac had already added the entire bottle of parsley to the white wine sauce Felix saw boiling over the fire.
"Oh man... sorry Garet." Isaac looked extremely disappointed with himself.
"Isaac, Garet, do you think you could put that sauce aside for a moment? Picard has something important to tell all of us."
Garet rolled his eyes. "Is this another one of his stories? Because if it is..."
"Garet, I think this is serious. He really looked worried."
"Let's go. The sauce is ruined anyway."
They turned off the fire, and put away all the ingredients quickly. As Isaac and Felix walked out the door, Garet set the pot of sauce down into the sink, but quickly dipped his wooden spoon into the sauce, and brought it to his mouth. "A little dry, but not bad," he said to himself. He took off his apron, and walked out the door, spoon in his pocket.
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A loud whizzing sound filled the air, and a bright, white light emanated from a spot on the ground twenty feet from the doorstep where Jenna stood waiting, looking worried.
Eventually, the bright light dimmed, thousands of particles flew across the sky, and the shapes of three people formed. Ivan, covered in ice, formed on the left. In the middle appeared Mia, her blue cape billowing in the breeze. On the right was Sheba, snow still stuck in her hair.
"Wow, you were right Mia, Imil really is beautiful!" remarked Sheba, as she brushed snow off her shoulders.
"Thank you."
"So, what's going on, guys?" questioned Ivan, as snow melted from his clothes. A puddle of water quickly formed on the ground.
"We don't know yet. Picard wants to tell us something," Felix exclaimed.
"Sheba, have you been having strange dreams recently? Flashes of light?"
"Why do you ask? It's not too rare for a Jupiter Adept, I suppose."
"When we were in Lemuria, there was one thing which I neglected to tell you," Picard began.
"What was that?" asked Jenna.
"In Lemuria," Picard began, "there was a story that has always been told to the youngest of our kind. The story told of a whole different world, shielded by the flowing waters of Gaia falls, on the ends of the earth. This other world was plagued by horrible monsters early in its history, demons that fed off the power of the lighthouses. When the first adepts came into being, they banded together to destroy the monsters, and thusly were able to live in peace for centuries to come. Both worlds traded with each other, and prospered. Boats ferrying people and goods crossed Gaia falls with no difficulty. But, when the decision was made to seal alchemy away, the nobles of the time knew that this decision would lead to the separation of the worlds. It was long debated, with many opposed to the idea, and many supporting it. The decision was finally made to seal the powers away. When this happened, however, Psyenergy drained from most of the people in this world, and many of the Psyenergy stones disappeared. Only a select few remained, near the four areas of great power where each element was separated. To this day, no one has been able to return to Mesosavli. We seem to have been separated ever since."
"But now that the lighthouses are lit, people should be able to get to the other side, shouldn't they?" asked Jenna.
"They should," Picard responded, "but I'm not sure how the passage is accomplished. Boats would be crushed by the immense pressure of the waterfalls."
"So what's you're point, then?" Garet was beginning to lose interest. His short attention span was beginning to run out.
"My point is that we may need to find a way to reach the other side. Any people there could be in grave danger, for when we released Psyenergy, we may have released horrible monsters upon them!" Picard snapped back. His glare was icy.
"Maybe we should ask Kraden about this," Isaac said. Garet stepped back a little.
Jenna looked startled. "Isaac, don't you remember the last time we asked Kraden about something? He gave us a two hour lecture on the meaning of the word 'potato'."
"I still think we should consult him. After all, he does know a lot about alchemy." Isaac looked around at the glum faces of the others. "I can always use retreat," he said, shrugging.
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"Hmmmm," Kraden pondered.
"What is it?" Sheba asked.
Sheba cut the link abruptly. Kraden, not used to this, flinched. The group, totally oblivious to what was going on, was staring at the two, hoping to get an answer.
"The flashes of light are not just light," Kraden explained. "Upon closer inspection, I believe that they could actually be memories. You were right, Picard. It does have to do with the other world. I have read of this world in very old books. Do you know if you ever visited it when you were...er...young?"
"That was a long time ago Kraden. I'm not sure." Picard said ponderously.
"But if Sheba were to have memories of this world, that would mean that she would have to be... old, right? As old as Picard is," Ivan remarked. "And that's older than dirt!"
"Very funny Ivan," Picard chuckled.
"So what do you think, Isaac? It seems like we have another adventure, and a mystery to solve," Garet asked.
"Yeah. What do you think, Sheba, Picard? It's really up to you two."
"I would like to. How about you, Picard?" Sheba responded.
"I concur, but we should probably get packing!" Picard said, enthused.
"I'd love to go, too!" Kraden interjected.
"OK Kraden," the group said monotonously.
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Sour: Until next time, this is Sour and Alex, over and out.
Sour: Disclaimer time! This is the first disclaimer of the first story of the first game of the first...
Alex: *Smacks him*
Sour: Ow! Alex doesn't own Golden Sun, Golden Sun 2, or Camelot, related characters, names, insignias, etc. because if he did, he could afford a swimming pool full of Wonka Candy. So don't sue him. Thanks.
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The Secret of Mesosavli
Chapter 1: Another Journey...
The sky was clear and cloudless, and the sun shone brilliantly, on a day over six months from the lighting of the final elemental lighthouse. The small town of Vale, completely destroyed when our heroes returned, had been rebuilt through the teamwork of the townspeople. A new sanctum had been constructed, grand and majestic in style, larger and yet cozier than the last. All of the houses of the townsfolk, as well as Kraden's laboratory, had been rebuilt to states more grand than ever before. Smoke constantly issued from Kraden's home and workplace, along with the occasional fire. The Psyenergy stone had been polished so that it gleamed in the sun, and the stream running through the middle of the city brought cool, clear water into the homes of many. Memories still lingered from the incidents of the past, but nothing could dampen the spirits of the people in the town: going about their business, growing delicious foods, making fine swords, or just simply practicing their Psyenergy for good sport.
Felix was outside his small home, sparring with Picard. Their swords, glinting in the bright sunlight, moved so fast that one could only tell where they were when sparks flew from the colliding metal.
Picard parried Felix's forward advance, making him stop suddenly and dig his heels into the ground. Picard jabbed forward with his sword, and Felix had to jump out of the way, tumbling on to the ground and landing in a heap, his dark brown hair jumbled. Picard laughed. "I think I got you that time."
"Not so fast..." Felix said, panting heavily. He raised his hand, pointed it at Picard's feet, and made a long, snaking vine erupt from the ground.
"Hey! Not fair!" Picard yelled before he was pulled to the ground. They both began to laugh hysterically.
Inside Felix's house, Jenna was making lemonade and looking out the window, watching the two fight. Her brown, almost purple hair shone in the sunlight streaming through the window.
"Picard, Felix!" Jenna called. "Come and get some lemonade before one of you knocks the other's head off."
"Coming!" They both yelled. They slowly got up, brushing dust and dirt off their pants and tunics, Picard seeming to have a harder time with the grime than Felix.
Both walked into the house, grabbing a glass from Jenna and sitting down at the large circular table in the middle of the room. Picard looked strangely pensive as he sipped his drink. He suddenly seemed to make his mind up about something.
"Felix, Jenna, we need to talk."
"What about?"
"There was one thing I neglected to tell you about in Lemuria, because our journey was in such haste," Picard began.
"Wait Picard. I think everyone should hear this. Ivan, Mia and Sheba should be arriving soon. I'll go gather the others while we wait," Felix volunteered, rising from the table.
"Good idea."
Felix ran outside the house, squinting while readjusting to the new light. He ran across a large stretch of grass and up some steps carved into a hill to get to Isaac's house, hoping to find both Isaac and Garet there. Sure enough, they were inside, Garet trying desperately to teach Isaac how to cook. Despite his reputation as a pyromaniac, Garet could actually cook very well, giving his house's cooking area the nickname, 'Garet's Kitchen.'
"No, Isaac! Don't add so much-" Garet warned, but it was too late. Isaac had already added the entire bottle of parsley to the white wine sauce Felix saw boiling over the fire.
"Oh man... sorry Garet." Isaac looked extremely disappointed with himself.
"Isaac, Garet, do you think you could put that sauce aside for a moment? Picard has something important to tell all of us."
Garet rolled his eyes. "Is this another one of his stories? Because if it is..."
"Garet, I think this is serious. He really looked worried."
"Let's go. The sauce is ruined anyway."
They turned off the fire, and put away all the ingredients quickly. As Isaac and Felix walked out the door, Garet set the pot of sauce down into the sink, but quickly dipped his wooden spoon into the sauce, and brought it to his mouth. "A little dry, but not bad," he said to himself. He took off his apron, and walked out the door, spoon in his pocket.
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A loud whizzing sound filled the air, and a bright, white light emanated from a spot on the ground twenty feet from the doorstep where Jenna stood waiting, looking worried.
Eventually, the bright light dimmed, thousands of particles flew across the sky, and the shapes of three people formed. Ivan, covered in ice, formed on the left. In the middle appeared Mia, her blue cape billowing in the breeze. On the right was Sheba, snow still stuck in her hair.
"Wow, you were right Mia, Imil really is beautiful!" remarked Sheba, as she brushed snow off her shoulders.
"Thank you."
"So, what's going on, guys?" questioned Ivan, as snow melted from his clothes. A puddle of water quickly formed on the ground.
"We don't know yet. Picard wants to tell us something," Felix exclaimed.
"Sheba, have you been having strange dreams recently? Flashes of light?"
"Why do you ask? It's not too rare for a Jupiter Adept, I suppose."
"When we were in Lemuria, there was one thing which I neglected to tell you," Picard began.
"What was that?" asked Jenna.
"In Lemuria," Picard began, "there was a story that has always been told to the youngest of our kind. The story told of a whole different world, shielded by the flowing waters of Gaia falls, on the ends of the earth. This other world was plagued by horrible monsters early in its history, demons that fed off the power of the lighthouses. When the first adepts came into being, they banded together to destroy the monsters, and thusly were able to live in peace for centuries to come. Both worlds traded with each other, and prospered. Boats ferrying people and goods crossed Gaia falls with no difficulty. But, when the decision was made to seal alchemy away, the nobles of the time knew that this decision would lead to the separation of the worlds. It was long debated, with many opposed to the idea, and many supporting it. The decision was finally made to seal the powers away. When this happened, however, Psyenergy drained from most of the people in this world, and many of the Psyenergy stones disappeared. Only a select few remained, near the four areas of great power where each element was separated. To this day, no one has been able to return to Mesosavli. We seem to have been separated ever since."
"But now that the lighthouses are lit, people should be able to get to the other side, shouldn't they?" asked Jenna.
"They should," Picard responded, "but I'm not sure how the passage is accomplished. Boats would be crushed by the immense pressure of the waterfalls."
"So what's you're point, then?" Garet was beginning to lose interest. His short attention span was beginning to run out.
"My point is that we may need to find a way to reach the other side. Any people there could be in grave danger, for when we released Psyenergy, we may have released horrible monsters upon them!" Picard snapped back. His glare was icy.
"Maybe we should ask Kraden about this," Isaac said. Garet stepped back a little.
Jenna looked startled. "Isaac, don't you remember the last time we asked Kraden about something? He gave us a two hour lecture on the meaning of the word 'potato'."
"I still think we should consult him. After all, he does know a lot about alchemy." Isaac looked around at the glum faces of the others. "I can always use retreat," he said, shrugging.
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"Hmmmm," Kraden pondered.
"What is it?" Sheba asked.
Sheba cut the link abruptly. Kraden, not used to this, flinched. The group, totally oblivious to what was going on, was staring at the two, hoping to get an answer.
"The flashes of light are not just light," Kraden explained. "Upon closer inspection, I believe that they could actually be memories. You were right, Picard. It does have to do with the other world. I have read of this world in very old books. Do you know if you ever visited it when you were...er...young?"
"That was a long time ago Kraden. I'm not sure." Picard said ponderously.
"But if Sheba were to have memories of this world, that would mean that she would have to be... old, right? As old as Picard is," Ivan remarked. "And that's older than dirt!"
"Very funny Ivan," Picard chuckled.
"So what do you think, Isaac? It seems like we have another adventure, and a mystery to solve," Garet asked.
"Yeah. What do you think, Sheba, Picard? It's really up to you two."
"I would like to. How about you, Picard?" Sheba responded.
"I concur, but we should probably get packing!" Picard said, enthused.
"I'd love to go, too!" Kraden interjected.
"OK Kraden," the group said monotonously.
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Sour: Until next time, this is Sour and Alex, over and out.