Hey everyone, I know it's been way too long, and I'm overdue for a fic, to say the least. Well, here it is. I'd like to thank JokersSpecter for support, ideas and beta reading. So, without further ado, the fic.
Disclaimer: Y'know, I really shouldn't have to say this, but I don't own Golden Sun.
Cold winds ripped across the countryside and resentful rain hammered the ground. Paying no heed to the weather, he continued up the hardly beaten path through the part of the forest know as "the Dark Heart of the Wood," and made his way, loosely tied scarf flapping about, to his intended destination: The Cloak of Night. Such a castle was infamously known as the epitome of evil, keeping even the bravest of souls at bay. Exept one.
Isaac walked up the slope of a hill as the castle came into view. He stopped at the top, and reflected on his friends' pleas not to go. The man hadn't listened to them; not able to wait around any longer.
As of late, numerous deaths occured in Vale, and each was just as shrouded in mystery as the last. When it was least expected, a hapless soul would scream in terror, and when concerned people would arrive at the scene of the unspeakable happening they would find the victim petrified; forever cast in stone with glimmering tears of blood that trailed from the eyes of the granite figure.
His friends assured him that they couldn't do anything as of that time; they had no foundation of clues to begin a search. With the exeption of Garet, Isaac know Mia,Jenna, Picard, Sheba, Felix, and Ivan didn't know of the Cloak of Night, which was located about 100 stadia northeast of Vale. The relatively small town never liked talking about the castle; mentioning it to outsiders was unofficially forbidden in most minds. The fact that it never appeared in the daytime was most unnerving. Just a simple, seemingly innocent field of grasses and small wildflowers occupied the area of the Cloak of Night. Only at night could one see the frightfully constructed towers and elaborate and detailed gargoyles that seemed to peer into one's soul who would dare approach such a place. The strange thing was, no one could witness the appearance or dissapearance of the castle. No matter how determined to watch it, something would distract the hopeful viewer, as if the structure itself commanded whatever it was to hide the transformation of the 2000 acre field.
Isaac, now at the steps of the grand citadel, gazed up at the stone walls, which had to be three hundred feet tall at the very least.. He looked down at the moat and its muddy banks behind him, under the giant wooden drawbridge. He couldn't tell if the churning waters were moving about from the pouring rain, or from unseen monsters swimming around impatiently for their next meal; finding out which wasn't appealing. He took in a deep breath.
They say a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
Isaac placed his foot on the first stone slab as he began his way up to the Cloak of Night.