A/N: Okay people, another story. Hurrah. Yes, I know I have fifty million stories I could be working on. So? Read and review, please, or I'll go insane...
... I like Karst for some reason. She doesn't get nearly enough recognition in either GS: TLA or in fanfiction, so... this is my contribution to that. XD
Disclaimer: I don't own Golden Sun. However, I'm going to be very angry if there isn't a third one out soon.
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How?
She was invincible.
There is no way she could have lost – to anyone.
She was the best fighter our clan has known in its long, cold years.
And yet…
She lost.
How?
She could not have lost.
The fight was four-on-two, yet I have seen her pull out of worse odds without a scratch.
It's impossible.
That she would lose to an aspiring warrior…
No.
She could not have lost.
Never.
Not Menardi.
Not my sister.
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I have almost forgotten what tears tasted like – salty, bittersweet – like glory, passion, and despair all rolled into one. I have not allowed myself to cry for several years. Yet now, they flow freely, tiny rivers that leave trails down my face.
I glance over at Agatio. He stands, hands folded, in front of the grave we have marked with the names of Prox's best warriors. Puelle gives the traditional dead-blessing, praying for their brave souls to have rest, wherever they are now.
It has been several years since their deaths. Rightfully, Agatio and I should have joined them and added our names to the warriors long gone. Yet we are alive, honoring the memories of loved ones.
Had it not been for Felix, we would have certainly died that day in the Mars Lighthouse. As our strength ebbed away, the light of the Star kept us alive…
And we lived. Felix and his foolhardy friends nearly died rescuing us…I remember him standing at the door to the room we were trapped in, sweat beading on his face as he kept the ceiling from falling in on us. I remember the firm grasp of the Water Adept – Piers – as he lifted my shamefully helpless form and carried me out…and then I remember only blackness and waking fifteen days later.
I remember wanting to die. Wanting to join my sister.
I look now at Felix, who is weeping silently. The tears freeze on his face, unwarmed by the heat I keep forgetting he has none of. He is a Venus Adept.
He does not have to worry about the bittersweet taste of tears.
I close my eyes, adding my prayer to the murmurs of the others. I pray that Menardi and Saturos will find in death what they had no time for in life.
My sister. To me, the dearest person in all of Weyard. She died giving life to the world she loved so. Not just Prox – although Prox felt the relief better than any of Weyard did – but the world that she traveled and admired and loved with all her heart.
I remember…she loved mint dearly. When she came upon a few leaves of the rare substance, she would stash them in her pack and save them until returning to Prox. Then she would make mint tea, and I always watched her breathe in the steam and smile in ecstasy.
I smile in spite of myself and place a mint leaf in the snow before her grave. Not her grave, even – a memory. Her body was lost in the fires of the Venus Lighthouse.
I think of my beloved sister, looking down on us and wondering why we are crying so. She scolds us for not enjoying a beautiful day.
Forgive me, my sister.
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A/N: R&R, people! Corrections or comments are greatly appreciated. Flames don't bother me because I'm a Mars Adept.
... meh. I need something to write. Someone challenge me!