Golden Sun: Alternate Ending Chapter 2
Also: Raising the Rating to R…or Not
1 A/N-Yes, this has taken awhile to do…and I'm sure EVERYONE has waited for this…OK, probably not, but I figured I'd write this anyway. Just to warn everyone, this story is pretty bad…I actually have two ideas for this story, so I'm not sure which I'll use…except one is pretty darn bad, so I'll stick with the other…since no one probably has a clue what I'm saying, so I'll just write. Also, if your age doesn't at least have the value of 13 (thirteen) DO NOT READ THIS! This is for mature audiences, and 13 is the bare minimum I think a person should be to read this. So there.
1.1 Friendship to its Full Extent
1.1.1 Also: A Friend in Death
Kyle looked around himself. In his favorite room of the house, he started to admire his accumulated wealth, and over large amount of money…it almost brought a tear to his eye. Almost. That is, it would have brought a tear to his eye, if he had control of it. All Kyle could do now was think, and that sometimes even escaped him. As Dora turned him in his wheelchair, the wind outside intensified.
"It'll be quite a storm tonight, I reckon…" she said to Kyle, though she expected no response. He just stared ahead, as all else escaped him. In front of the couple was a large sum of gold and silver coins, the total wealth of the wondrous family. If fate had shown itself, they would be more worried then they currently felt. The Espada Epee lay, dusty, on its side, nearly stuck to its sheath from such constant misuse. The couple had commonly guessed, but didn't truly know…they would never use the sword…again. No one would, as it would be many hundred years until another would lay eyes on this place.
Dora looked at her husband lovingly, yet tragically. 'Has it really been three years…?' she thought to herself, as no one was nearby. Isaac lay on his bed, nearly three staircases above. Isaac would need his rest, as soon occurrences would show…
Kyle still did his staring. All the gold, the silver, everything…it meant nothing. Both would give it all two score to give Kyle his self back…but nothing could. He had chosen his own path, and paid the consequences.
Kyle searched his dwindling mind. "Why…can't…I…move?' he thought, slowly, as his mind couldn't process things that well. He searched his mind, his memory, everything, until he found it…the tale of his paralysis.
* Flashback *
It was a warm, summer day. Kyle had just finished his day in the Psyenergy mines…and yet another day of great findings. As their pay was determined by the findings, each worker was a very rich one…and Kyle was hardly excluded. It was hard work, but very well worth it. He refused to admit it, but his greed overtook his fatigue, and soon all he thought about was his next paycheck.
At the mines, Kyle obviously had made his friends, but had made a few enemies. Stein, Isaac's friend Garet's father, was hardly one that he enjoyed company with. The two constantly fought each other, be it in the mines, in mind, or in power of children. Unfortunately, the children were too often brought in.
Now, Isaac and Garet easily got along, but just being in the same room was too much for the grown men. There was only one thing they agreed on, and that was the stress in their job. As Kyle walked to work, he finally decided to get along better with Stein.
"Hey Stein," Kyle said, not wanting to sound too happy, or too gruff. The reply came soon,
"Hey." The two stared at each other for a while, until Kyle said,
"Having any trouble today in the mines? I heard a monster of some kind came up…" Kyle trailed off. He knew soon his descent would come. Stein looked up from cleaning his pick, and answered,
"Yea, they're monsters. They came, and last shift got attacked. Buncha' trouble followed, and they all left. We're next. I guess yeh lucky, havin' a 'magic' sword, or something. C'mon, it's our shift, and we gotta monstah' to kill."
Now, Kyle knew it wasn't the best idea to fight mystic, evil monsters, but seeing how much trouble he would get into if he didn't fight, he said, "Yea, let's go."
The two went to the nearby elevator, and were lowered into the mines. Kyle unsheathed his sword. He didn't usually use a pick for his mining; he preferred his sword, as its magic could easily chip of Psyenergy stones. It was quite easier for him to mine then the others. He was the richest of the miners, and he worked nearly the least.
As the two reached the mine, the noticed a very strange thing to greet them. It wasn't the smell of a rotting corpse, as they could smell, but not see. It wasn't the pitch-blackness, that they may have been used to, but made the place all the more demonic. No, it was the silence. Never had either of the two men heard the mines quiet, let alone silent. As they let their mind imagine a great hand, holding an even greater light, it came, and the inky blackness changed into pearly white. All the more eerie, it seemed. As the two grown men saw, the pile of blood and dead bodies went down a single row. As Kyle and Stein looked at each other, they each saw a determination in the others eyes…though didn't know that they too showed that trait.
They cautiously walked down the aisle, worried about what was ahead. It was doubtful that many didn't think such thought, as impending doom was felt with or without a feeling. It seemed gruesome.
The pile of bodies finally lead up to a single room, a large domed complex, one that could easily fit most (or all) of Vale. Strange how far they were in…most likely very far, to be here. As they looked forward, they saw the creature of such bother…the Perdix. It had recently killed a thing, as its three tongues lay out, and its normally white teeth gleamed red…a blood red. A dead body skinned of its skin accompanied the gruesome creature. The white bones gleamed more horridly then the blood, most likely because of the freshness.
The Perdix saw the two approaching, and laughed. The simple chuckle broke out into a large, wailing laughter. It must have found the site queer, a man with a sword and the other with an old pick. He was an ancient monster himself, for he had seen many things. He had seen the forming of the elemental star…in fact; it had been some of his strength that shared in them. He didn't plan to die that day…but he was slowly growing hungrier…
Kyle and Stein looked ahead, a determined feel in their heart, and their eye. The monster sensed that when he stared into the mere mortals eyes. Feelings of simple fear attacked Perdix, but he easily fought them off. He was a king of monsters; a simple two humans weren't going to end his reign. He stood on his two feet, and letting out a roar, unleashed his magic.
Now, there is quite a difference between ancient magic and current magic. Current magic involves slightly smaller sums of energy being aimed at a point, and unleashed specifically upon that, whether the item moved or not. Ancient magic involved a large blast of energy that in no way was focused, barely following the pointed direction. It was one of the largest sorts of power, but rarely could be harnesses, let alone not kill the magi. Perdix was old, and very skilled.
As the pure sum of magic neared the two, fear finally took over. They jumped to wither side, but in doing so the entrance was blocked. There was no exit. There was only battle.
The blast sent a tremor through he whole dome, and it dislodged many boulders and spare rocks on the ceiling. Stein only saw the rocks when the hit. He was stuck, and slowly being squished. As he looked up, he saw Perdix walk forward. It raised its claw, ready to wrench off the torso of the dying human. Stein lay his head down, waiting for the end.
Kyle saw the cruelness that was about to occur. A great rage filled his heart, his mind, and his hands. It stretched to the Epee, and that became Kyle's extension. He gripped it, and with a rise of red to his eyes, charged at Perdix. He stabbed in the back, with every bit of might…and it did nothing. Perdix kicked him, as Kyle had approached him from behind. Kyle charged again. He stabbed, time after time, trying to save his dying friend. The Perdix finally turned around. Stein was safe, but only for a moment. Kyle was running out of time.
Perdix and Kyle stepped away from Stein and his rock, the two locked in battle. Stabs and blasts of energy…and without Perdix seeing, Kyle used some Psyenergy to move Stein's boulder, just enough so he could get out. 'Run, my friend,' Kyle thought to himself…he knew he couldn't last much longer. He looked to Kyle. He was going to miss him in his afterlife. Oh well…all things must come to an end…ad this was Kyle's time. Kyle lowered his sword, and let it come.
Perdix struck. As if an eagle from the sky, he picked up Kyle. He looked the man straight in the eye, and cackled. As Kyle had his last moments, he threw his sword behind him. He would have no use for it in a belly.
The sword hit the hard floor. As Perdix bit off Kyle's head, and slowly plucked off his arms, the Epee began to grow. It started a light green, the turned to a dark blue, and finally a fire red. As Perdix turned, he was blinded by the approaching light…and surprised by the bringer.
Stein held the Epee proud. He ran forward, and stabbed Perdix clear threw the throat. He continued down the center of him, until the creature lay in two halves. He looked at the sword he had, and the creature at his side. He couldn't bare the sight. Kyle had given his life for him. Stein had constantly bullied him around, as he was larger, and stronger. Now he understood, a build was nothing without heart. And Kyle was full of his own.
As Stein walked away, he turned back one more time. He saw Perdix, and watched as he squirmed awhile, like a dying snake. He walked away, sword in hand, to the above world.
1.1.1.1 The End
A/N-Here goes. If you go to my school, you may not wish to read this, and if your name on ff.net is Iggs, you probably will never read this. So hah. Anyway, thank you for reading…and now, I will work on MoaM. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and if you didn't too badly.
Also: Raising the Rating to R…or Not
1 A/N-Yes, this has taken awhile to do…and I'm sure EVERYONE has waited for this…OK, probably not, but I figured I'd write this anyway. Just to warn everyone, this story is pretty bad…I actually have two ideas for this story, so I'm not sure which I'll use…except one is pretty darn bad, so I'll stick with the other…since no one probably has a clue what I'm saying, so I'll just write. Also, if your age doesn't at least have the value of 13 (thirteen) DO NOT READ THIS! This is for mature audiences, and 13 is the bare minimum I think a person should be to read this. So there.
1.1 Friendship to its Full Extent
1.1.1 Also: A Friend in Death
Kyle looked around himself. In his favorite room of the house, he started to admire his accumulated wealth, and over large amount of money…it almost brought a tear to his eye. Almost. That is, it would have brought a tear to his eye, if he had control of it. All Kyle could do now was think, and that sometimes even escaped him. As Dora turned him in his wheelchair, the wind outside intensified.
"It'll be quite a storm tonight, I reckon…" she said to Kyle, though she expected no response. He just stared ahead, as all else escaped him. In front of the couple was a large sum of gold and silver coins, the total wealth of the wondrous family. If fate had shown itself, they would be more worried then they currently felt. The Espada Epee lay, dusty, on its side, nearly stuck to its sheath from such constant misuse. The couple had commonly guessed, but didn't truly know…they would never use the sword…again. No one would, as it would be many hundred years until another would lay eyes on this place.
Dora looked at her husband lovingly, yet tragically. 'Has it really been three years…?' she thought to herself, as no one was nearby. Isaac lay on his bed, nearly three staircases above. Isaac would need his rest, as soon occurrences would show…
Kyle still did his staring. All the gold, the silver, everything…it meant nothing. Both would give it all two score to give Kyle his self back…but nothing could. He had chosen his own path, and paid the consequences.
Kyle searched his dwindling mind. "Why…can't…I…move?' he thought, slowly, as his mind couldn't process things that well. He searched his mind, his memory, everything, until he found it…the tale of his paralysis.
* Flashback *
It was a warm, summer day. Kyle had just finished his day in the Psyenergy mines…and yet another day of great findings. As their pay was determined by the findings, each worker was a very rich one…and Kyle was hardly excluded. It was hard work, but very well worth it. He refused to admit it, but his greed overtook his fatigue, and soon all he thought about was his next paycheck.
At the mines, Kyle obviously had made his friends, but had made a few enemies. Stein, Isaac's friend Garet's father, was hardly one that he enjoyed company with. The two constantly fought each other, be it in the mines, in mind, or in power of children. Unfortunately, the children were too often brought in.
Now, Isaac and Garet easily got along, but just being in the same room was too much for the grown men. There was only one thing they agreed on, and that was the stress in their job. As Kyle walked to work, he finally decided to get along better with Stein.
"Hey Stein," Kyle said, not wanting to sound too happy, or too gruff. The reply came soon,
"Hey." The two stared at each other for a while, until Kyle said,
"Having any trouble today in the mines? I heard a monster of some kind came up…" Kyle trailed off. He knew soon his descent would come. Stein looked up from cleaning his pick, and answered,
"Yea, they're monsters. They came, and last shift got attacked. Buncha' trouble followed, and they all left. We're next. I guess yeh lucky, havin' a 'magic' sword, or something. C'mon, it's our shift, and we gotta monstah' to kill."
Now, Kyle knew it wasn't the best idea to fight mystic, evil monsters, but seeing how much trouble he would get into if he didn't fight, he said, "Yea, let's go."
The two went to the nearby elevator, and were lowered into the mines. Kyle unsheathed his sword. He didn't usually use a pick for his mining; he preferred his sword, as its magic could easily chip of Psyenergy stones. It was quite easier for him to mine then the others. He was the richest of the miners, and he worked nearly the least.
As the two reached the mine, the noticed a very strange thing to greet them. It wasn't the smell of a rotting corpse, as they could smell, but not see. It wasn't the pitch-blackness, that they may have been used to, but made the place all the more demonic. No, it was the silence. Never had either of the two men heard the mines quiet, let alone silent. As they let their mind imagine a great hand, holding an even greater light, it came, and the inky blackness changed into pearly white. All the more eerie, it seemed. As the two grown men saw, the pile of blood and dead bodies went down a single row. As Kyle and Stein looked at each other, they each saw a determination in the others eyes…though didn't know that they too showed that trait.
They cautiously walked down the aisle, worried about what was ahead. It was doubtful that many didn't think such thought, as impending doom was felt with or without a feeling. It seemed gruesome.
The pile of bodies finally lead up to a single room, a large domed complex, one that could easily fit most (or all) of Vale. Strange how far they were in…most likely very far, to be here. As they looked forward, they saw the creature of such bother…the Perdix. It had recently killed a thing, as its three tongues lay out, and its normally white teeth gleamed red…a blood red. A dead body skinned of its skin accompanied the gruesome creature. The white bones gleamed more horridly then the blood, most likely because of the freshness.
The Perdix saw the two approaching, and laughed. The simple chuckle broke out into a large, wailing laughter. It must have found the site queer, a man with a sword and the other with an old pick. He was an ancient monster himself, for he had seen many things. He had seen the forming of the elemental star…in fact; it had been some of his strength that shared in them. He didn't plan to die that day…but he was slowly growing hungrier…
Kyle and Stein looked ahead, a determined feel in their heart, and their eye. The monster sensed that when he stared into the mere mortals eyes. Feelings of simple fear attacked Perdix, but he easily fought them off. He was a king of monsters; a simple two humans weren't going to end his reign. He stood on his two feet, and letting out a roar, unleashed his magic.
Now, there is quite a difference between ancient magic and current magic. Current magic involves slightly smaller sums of energy being aimed at a point, and unleashed specifically upon that, whether the item moved or not. Ancient magic involved a large blast of energy that in no way was focused, barely following the pointed direction. It was one of the largest sorts of power, but rarely could be harnesses, let alone not kill the magi. Perdix was old, and very skilled.
As the pure sum of magic neared the two, fear finally took over. They jumped to wither side, but in doing so the entrance was blocked. There was no exit. There was only battle.
The blast sent a tremor through he whole dome, and it dislodged many boulders and spare rocks on the ceiling. Stein only saw the rocks when the hit. He was stuck, and slowly being squished. As he looked up, he saw Perdix walk forward. It raised its claw, ready to wrench off the torso of the dying human. Stein lay his head down, waiting for the end.
Kyle saw the cruelness that was about to occur. A great rage filled his heart, his mind, and his hands. It stretched to the Epee, and that became Kyle's extension. He gripped it, and with a rise of red to his eyes, charged at Perdix. He stabbed in the back, with every bit of might…and it did nothing. Perdix kicked him, as Kyle had approached him from behind. Kyle charged again. He stabbed, time after time, trying to save his dying friend. The Perdix finally turned around. Stein was safe, but only for a moment. Kyle was running out of time.
Perdix and Kyle stepped away from Stein and his rock, the two locked in battle. Stabs and blasts of energy…and without Perdix seeing, Kyle used some Psyenergy to move Stein's boulder, just enough so he could get out. 'Run, my friend,' Kyle thought to himself…he knew he couldn't last much longer. He looked to Kyle. He was going to miss him in his afterlife. Oh well…all things must come to an end…ad this was Kyle's time. Kyle lowered his sword, and let it come.
Perdix struck. As if an eagle from the sky, he picked up Kyle. He looked the man straight in the eye, and cackled. As Kyle had his last moments, he threw his sword behind him. He would have no use for it in a belly.
The sword hit the hard floor. As Perdix bit off Kyle's head, and slowly plucked off his arms, the Epee began to grow. It started a light green, the turned to a dark blue, and finally a fire red. As Perdix turned, he was blinded by the approaching light…and surprised by the bringer.
Stein held the Epee proud. He ran forward, and stabbed Perdix clear threw the throat. He continued down the center of him, until the creature lay in two halves. He looked at the sword he had, and the creature at his side. He couldn't bare the sight. Kyle had given his life for him. Stein had constantly bullied him around, as he was larger, and stronger. Now he understood, a build was nothing without heart. And Kyle was full of his own.
As Stein walked away, he turned back one more time. He saw Perdix, and watched as he squirmed awhile, like a dying snake. He walked away, sword in hand, to the above world.
1.1.1.1 The End
A/N-Here goes. If you go to my school, you may not wish to read this, and if your name on ff.net is Iggs, you probably will never read this. So hah. Anyway, thank you for reading…and now, I will work on MoaM. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and if you didn't too badly.