Golden Sun: World Jump

By: Padfoot-chan

Yes, I know. I said that I would not write another Golden Sun story until I finished my other ones but I cannot help it. This one takes place 100 years after The Lost Age and starts in the modern world. I will not tell you who is talking first but everyone expect Picard has been reincarnated. Since Picard is a Lemurian he gets to live longer. Which is good considering that he is the only one left who remembers what happened.

Note: There will be shonen-ai later on in the story but not just yet. I still need to figure out where this thing is headed.

Read and Review please. I need to know if I should change this.

Chapter One: Confusion

I am just a normal teenage boy living in a one-bedroom apartment in the heart of Shinjuku. At least, I was a normal teenager living in Shinjuku until I was thrown into another dimension. It may sound crazy, unbelievable, but it really did happen. Here is how it all started…

The alarm of my clock rings loudly in my ears and I rub the sleep from my pale violet eyes before hitting the snooze button and searching with clumsy fingers to find my glasses. When I do find them, I slip them on and climb out of my bed, bumping into the side of my dresser as I stumble to my bathroom to get ready for school. It is the last day of exams and once this is over, I get three months off for summer before I have to go back to school in early April.

That is okay, I need a break. I am three weeks ahead of my class and am already into some of the work that the tenth graders at my school do but I have yet to take the final exams. I am in the top portion of my class, an honor student. I have no choice, though. I need to do my best, get the best grades on every worksheet, every test, and every exam so that I receive scholarships to attend college.

I am an orphan. Both of my parents died when I was younger. My mother died during childbirth and my father died when I was ten in a plane crash when he went to America. The only other family members I have are on my father's side of the family. They live in Hong Kong and would rather eat their socks than even consider that I am alive, let alone take me into their home.

They wired me some money so that I could buy this apartment here in Shinjuku but I had to get a job when the money they sent me began to run out. It is a good experience for me, I suppose, but I lose a lot of sleep because of it. Between work and maintaining top grades, I have no time for a social life so people consider me aloof, self-centered and just plain stuck-up. They can think whatever they want to as long as they leave me alone in the end. I do not have the time or energy to deal with people, especially when they only plan to bring me trouble in the end.

I dry my chin length hair before I step out of the shower and wrap my towel around my waist. I walk out of my bathroom after slipping my glasses back on and search through my dresser drawers to find my school uniform and socks. After I dress, I hang my towel to dry, brush the tangles out of my hair and make my way to the kitchen to pour myself some cereal.

I have been alone for almost six years now. I have gotten used to eating alone. Living in this small apartment alone. Sometimes I think about how life was like when my father was still alive, but even then, I was still alone. He would always leave Japan for business trips in other countries. I had even wondered what it would have been like to live with my aunt and her family in Hong Kong at one point in time but that would never happen.

My aunt's family is very secretive to say the least. My grandfather told me stories about them before he died, that my aunt's family was a clan of magic users and my father had given up his so called power when he fell in love with my mother.

I do not believe in anything like that. Believing in magic is for children or people who have time to dream their lives away. I barely have time to sleep let alone daydream about imaginary things of the sort.

I rise from my chair, place my bowl in the sink and rinse it out. I pick up my backpack and head out to the hallway and sit down on the step, slipping on my school shoes. I grab my keys from the table next to the door, pull the door open, walk out and lock the front door behind me and hurry out of the apartment complex.

It is only half a block's walk to my private high school so I do not have far to walk. I go to class earlier than the other students so that I can have some time to myself.

I am  just about to go through the gates to my school when a sharp chill runs up the back of my spine. I drop my backpack and spin around, my arm flying out with my palm facing up. The street behind me is completely empty. First I glance at my hand, wondering why I held my arm up in the way that I did but they I notice something. The streets are empty.

I pause for a moment. This is odder than actually finding some strange person standing in the middle of the street staring at me. The roads are usually packed, even at this hour. I do not understand why no one is here. If no one is here, how could I have gotten that weird feeling?

My senses are stronger than a normal person senses are. If someone is watching me, I will know, regardless of how far they are from me. It is somewhat weird.

However, why is no one here? What is going on?

I feel something else, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling this time. I turn around, looking at the courtyard of my high school. Once again, no one is there. I lean down and pick up my backpack before I step through the gate. Nothing strange happened. No one jumped me. A rapid dog did not jump out from the bushes to bite me or attack me. I breathe a sigh of relief as a gentle breeze blows my dirty blonde hair back out of my eyes. For some reason the wind always had the ability to calm my nerves, no matter how jumpy I was feeling at the moment.

I cross the courtyard, walk up the steps of the building in front of me and enter the high school. Even here, the feeling of something strange about to happen is strong. It wraps around me like a blanket, the air hot and thick, almost suffocating. I tense up again, the calming affects of the breeze from outside leaving me in a moment's time.

I make my way to my locker first, putting my backpack into the small compartment and taking out my reading book before closing and locking my locker again. My Homeroom class is nearby so I do not have to spend a lot of time walking around the campus.

I slide the door to my Homeroom open and enter the silent room. No one is in here either, but that is not as surprising as no one being in the building or no one being out on the streets. People usually do not come to class until the warning bell rings and the teacher comes in after the late bell rings.

I sit in my seat next to the window in the back row and run my hand through my hair, brushing back my messy locks. I cannot concentrate now. I should be studying for my exams right now but I cannot help but think about that weird feeling and why no one was out in the streets. People should be going to school or going to work or whatever else that have to do in the morning but the roads are devoid of people.


This has never happened before. Maybe there was a bomb threat this morning and I did not hear about that. However, if that were true, then would not there be military jeeps patrolling the streets to make sure that no one was out of their houses. Shouldn't there be sirens or something of the sort to remind people?

I roll my eyes and get out of my seat, walking to the window and pulling it open. Then something crosses my mind. What happened to all the animals? I cannot hear the chirp of a bird, the rustle of their feathers as they take flight. The courtyard is home to many birds and other kinds of animals and I hear them whenever I come to school but I cannot hear them now. I cannot hear anything expect my own breath, the beating of my heart in my chest and the rustling of the leaves as the winds blow by.

I climb out of the window, landing behind a bush and search the courtyard for signs of life, any kind of life. After searching the whole area, I come back to the classroom and site of the windowsill. The day started out like any other day so what was going on now? There was no sign of life in the whole school. There were no birds, no squirrels or anything else that usually roam the school grounds.

I hang my head and stare at the ground. Maybe there was some mass murder or something and everyone in Shinjuku was killed expect me. It is a stupid thought but I cannot think of anything else. Would people just stop everything that they are doing for some reason and if so, what reason could have made everything in Shinjuku stop.

Frowning, I pull off my black jacket and toss it onto my desk and unbutton the top three buttons of my shirt before heading over to the gate of the school again. Well, if no one is here, what is the point in my staying as well. I am about to exit the school when I have that weird feeling again, this time it is ten times stronger. I freeze where I am standing, trying to get rid of that tingle still in my spine.

Ivan…we need you once again. A voice cries out around me, echoing in my head and shaking my entire being.

I widen my eyes and look around wildly, "How do you know my name?" I cry out to the voice.

We need you once again, Ivan. Weyard is in trouble once again. Save your home and all will be known to you. Says the voice, this time, it is aided by two more voices. I shake my head, my vision blurring. Please, we implore you to help your friends once again. Save your world. Help them. Help Us. Help Weyard.

I fall to my knees, my hands going to my ears to try to block out the voices and my glasses fall to the ground, shattering, "What do you want from me!? Leave me alone! I don't know who you are! What is Weyard!?"

Weyard is in danger. Your friends are in danger. We need you to help once again, Ivan. Come to Us. The voices continue.


The wind picks up around me but I cannot look up. I cannot remove my hands from my ears. I shut my eyes tight against the wind and then all goes black. I am falling down. Down…down…into an abyss of nothingness. The light above me is fading. The wind is dissipating and I begin to fall faster. Then…I black out…

-TBC-

Found out who was speaking and since I like writing from Ivan's point of view, I am going to keep the story there. What happens to Ivan? Does he make it or is this the end of our favorite Jupiter Energist? Find out in the second chapter: Weyard!

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