Firstly, I disclaim. I don't own Golden Sun, Camelot, or any of the characters or places appearing herein. Not so for some of the psynergy, as I toss around a few psynergies and the concept of psynergy-mixing, which aren't in the games. Secondly, there will be no pairings beyond the ones that are suggested in the games, and even those will be light to unrecognizable. Finally, I can't be sure of when this will be continued, but it will be sooner or later. I just prefer posting as I write to finishing the whole thing and then posting it.

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The sound of rain falling against the roof of the temple was the first thing the young blond heard as he was roused from his not-so-deep slumber. It wasn't the rain that had awakened him, of that he was sure. It was something indescribable. A feeling, he decided, was the nearest term he could come up with, though if it were a feeling, it didn't belong to him, nor anyone nearby for that matter, which made it all the stranger. But whatever it was it was telling him he needed to be awake.

He sat up, blankets falling down into his lap, and he ran a hand over his face and through his hair, trying to feel a bit more coherent than he did at the moment. A shiver ran up his spine as he realized just how cold the room was, especially when all that stood between the cold air and his fair skin was a thin, worn and tattered silk shirt, a birthday gift from years before.

Pushing himself to his feet, he grabbed a thick robe hanging off the back of a chair by his bed and wrapped it around his shoulders, pulling the sleeves on and buttoning it down to his waist. Thankfully, he thought, the loose fitting cotton pants were warm enough without having to add another layer. Almost without thinking, he grabbed his keepsake rod from where it leaned against a wall beside his sleeping mat, and let the end drag on the ground as he walked silently toward the altar.

Tightening his grip on the rod, he whispered quietly and felt the waves of psynergy gathering and flowing through his body. "Sight."

"I can't reach him, my psynergy is dry! What about you, Kyle?"

"I'm tapped too."

"Hold on Felix! I'll go find someone who can help him; stay here and-"

"Ah! Felix!"

"No, it's okay, he's still there! Go find someone who can help!"

"Mom, let me go too! I can't just stay here and watch!"

"All right, head down to the square and find someone- anyone- who has any psynergy left."

"Hold on Felix! Help is on the way! Just don't let go!"

"Ivan."

The youthful adept's eyes opened at once, shocked out of the meditative state the 'Sight' psynergy had placed him into. Turning slowly, he smiled slightly as he saw his violet-haired sister, standing nearby and watching him. "Sister. Did I wake you?"

She shook her head. "No- well, somewhat. You couldn't sleep, so…"

He glanced down at the floor, the faint traces of a blush crawling across his cheeks. "Sorry. I didn't mean to project. I don't know why I did it; I just felt like I had to."

"Don't worry." She said, making a dismissing wave with her hand, "Go ahead and continue. I think it's important."

Ivan's eyes widened. "Have you foreseen-?"

"No, nothing like that." She shook her head, her hair waving back and forth in the motion. "My instincts say so. Even ones such as us must take a leap of faith now and again."

Ivan nodded, then turned back to the altar, once again letting the psynergy wash over him. "Sight."

"Isaac, Garet. Have you come to help Jenna?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, the path has been blocked by boulders. We can show you the way back."

"Oh, good boys. I'm proud of you two."

"Okay! I'm ready, let's go!"

"Have you recovered your psynergy?"

"Enough to save Felix, and from the sound of it this isn't something that can wait."

"Do you know where this takes place?" Hamma's voice again startled him, but at least this time he managed to retain the effect of the psynergy and move it toward the back of his mind. That way he could avoid casting 'Sight' again and still return to the vision at a moment's notice.

"No. I don't recognize any of it. The clothes do seem Angaran, though. The plants look northern, too. But no snow, so it can't be too far north. And they spoke of boulders. A mountain, maybe," he paused and looked to Hamma again, his eyes opening in shock. "It's not-it couldn't be. Mount Aleph?"

She nodded.

"Do you really think the prophecy is coming true?" he sounded confused.

Hamma cocked her head. "Did you doubt it? I am not the only one to have seen the prophecy. It has been handed down to us from our ancestors. The same as your rod."

"I-I didn't doubt it. I just-" he turned himself inward momentarily to check on the vision again. "I never dreamed it would happen in my lifetime."

She smiled slightly, "I would like to get some sleep tonight, so do you think you can-"

Ivan began to nod immediately. "Yes. I'll keep it down." He smiled at her, his eyes tired but apparently too excited to just leave it alone. With a smile of her own, Hamma departed, leaving Ivan alone again, and he returned to his vision.

"Mom, Dad. Please no."

"I can't believe it. Dad. Felix. Don't leave me."

"This is terrible. Terrible. Someone should go tell the mayor. Stay here, I'll go-"

"No. I'll go."

"Isaac, are you sure?"

"Yeah. I can't, uh, be here right now. I have to go."

"Are you okay Isaac?"

"-have to…go."

Ivan frowned. The sensation that something odd was going on was stronger than any time before, but he still couldn't pinpoint what it was. But he could feel that something in the vision was out of place. There was something extra that shouldn't be there otherwise.

"Reveal," he muttered, letting the second psynergy mix with the first, and then turned to the vision again to see if he could discover what was distracting him so much.

The blond boy leaving the rest seemed normal enough, except that the obvious psynergetic presence surrounding him was a good deal stronger than he'd seen in anyone else. The girl and red-haired boy had a similar psynergetic light as well, though not quite as powerful as the other boy possessed. There was a man, and nothing spectacular about him.

Then he turned to the woman nearby. She had long auburn hair, but almost like a ghostly apparition, there was a different woman next to her, with blonde hair. And as he looked at the two different women, he saw the ghost-woman vanish entirely, and the odd feeling grew.

"Everyone else is gone, Menardi. Who would have suspected Sol Sanctum contained such power."

"That must have been a trap to protect the Sanctum. Next time we must be prepared. Let's get out of here Agatio."

Something had pulled his attention back again, and when he looked, the blond boy appeared to be listening in on a conversation between a pair of warriors: one male and one female.

Again, just behind the male warrior stood a specter of different warrior, with blue hair hanging down in his face. And the feeling had grown beyond Ivan's comprehension. His hands and face were sweating, apparently, because he felt as though he were drenched, and there was an overpowering smell that he had only just begun to realize had been present the entire time, but too subtle to actually sense. And he knew the smell well.

Seawater.

(Mercury psynergy?) He thought. All the adepts he'd seen in the vision so far had been limited to Mars and Venus alignments. But somehow there was an overpowering Mercury presence.

And as soon as he'd thought the words, the presence seemed to collect itself and focus on him.

"Who's there?" The bodiless presence asked, but it didn't wait for an answer. "Ah. It's you. I should have known. You know, it's not polite to eavesdrop. Using your psynergy to spy on others, for shame."

"Who are you?" Ivan kept his attention solely on the spirit, unaware that the two Mars adepts had assaulted the boy and his newly arrived companion, and the young ones were not faring well.

"No one you need concern yourself with. But really, I must teach you manners."

And the presence began to gather an unfamiliar psynergy that, despite Ivan's knowledge, he couldn't recognize, and he couldn't escape the sensation that it wasn't really any form of psynergy at all.

"Flash."

The energy surged, and the vision was consumed in a bright white light. The blond boy who lay unconscious on the ground alongside the red-haired boy vanished, and the enormous release of power threw Ivan from his crouching position before the altar. He flew through the air and struck the wall on the opposite side of the room, falling to the ground in a broken heap. His eyes were clenched shut, and blood ran down his face from numerous burns.

Hamma ran from her room when she heard the commotion, and fell to her knees beside her brother, yelling for one of the other monks that resided in the temple to bring a healer.

And the rain kept falling.