The Silence is Broken
By Onyx-dreamer
Disclaimer:
Me: ;_; Fingers. . .hurt. . .
OC: Didja know that carpal tun-
Special Effects(SE): *WHAM!!*
Me: You stupid thing!!!! Go to Hell and BURN! *returns tennis racket to Mary-Poppins space* Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to tell somethin' from a guy's POV when you're a girl? FRIGGEN HARD! And I don't like saying things that a guy would. It makes me look like a lesbian. . . ;_; *sigh* Oh well. I don't own anything in Golden Sun. Moving on. . .
A/N: *gasp* A change in POV! Whatever will I do. . .
(Normal 3rd person POV)
They watched as the most pure soul on Earth died and was unfairly sent to Hell. They now had another job to do. They buried the pure soul beneath his own element and pulled his most prized weapon from the ground.
The Djinn having finished that part of their deal, walked forth to the Inn. Morning had arrived. Flint entered the Inn and scrambled up the stairs to the bedrooms. He stood before the last door and squeaked softly.
The door soon opened to reveal Mia. Flint stepped in and hopped onto Mia's shoulder. He spoke to her thoughts, "He's gone from this plain of existence. One of his last requests is that I did this for him." Flint places a soft kiss on Mia's lips. Her eyes watered. "I am now your Djinn Mia. Isaac has two other requests that I partake in. He wanted me to tell you that he loved you. The last thing he wanted was to give you his sword. It is caked in his own blood, and covered in his element. He hopes that you will clean the blade. It's outside, in front of the Inn."
Mia walked outside the Inn to find the Gaia Blade sticking out of the ground like a cross. She no longer had any tears to shed. She now realized Isaac did not want her to.
"Is there something else you had to do with the other Djinn?" Mia asked, staring at the sword.
"No. They will now go to Dora, his mother, and tell her of all the great things her son has done for the world," Flint explained.
Mia nodded her understanding. She walked up to the blade and pulled it free of the earth. She began to carefully clean the sword.
A/N: Back to Isaac's POV. ^-^
I have stopped traveling downward. My eyes are closed in fear of what I might see if I open them. I feel no heat. I thought Satan burned his captive souls?
I then hear a voice. "Stop Isaac. Open your eyes and fear not. The Seven Spirits surround and protect you. Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Light, Dark, an Purity."
I open my eyes. I find myself in a wide grass expanse with a cloudless sky above. Before me is a large and regal gold dragon bearing the horns of a lamb. He is surrounded by seven candles; each has a different flame upon it. His tail is curled around a sword and his golden skin has seven stars upon it.
"Your demons haunt you naught here Lamb. You are the key to the Revelation retold and reborn," the dragon spoke.
"Who are you if I may ask?"
"I am the remainder of Heaven; the sole survivor. I am Wisdom. I was foretold to have risen from the earth to bring down the blasphemous monster. You, the Lamb, have arrived to play out the unwritten chapter of Revelation."
I'm curious. And surprised. A piece of Heaven still existed? And what is the Revelation? What did this dragon want with me? "Wisdom, where are we? What is the Revelation and why do you keep calling me Lamb?" I asked.
"Dear Lamb, we are in Limbo, the world of wandering spirits and unfinished business. It was where souls were judged and sent to either Heaven or Hell. The Revelation is the last chapter written for the history of all things. This why you are here. You will have a choice given to you that will decide the fate of the Universe. I know not what the choice is, for some of the Revelation was left unwritten. It gave leeway for change, for chaos to play a hand. And chaos took all the leeway it could."
"Dear Lamb, look upon the candles." I look down at the seven candles, each burning with it's own color. But one shown less brightly than the rest.
"Lamb, these are the Seven Spirits. Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Light, Dark. . ." He has come to rest his eyes upon the dimmest flame, and then turns to look at me.
"Purity," I breathe, "Wisdom, why does the most powerful of all spirits shine so dim?"
The dragon looks sad. "For the world to be in balance, all flames must be equal. We did not find this out until it was too late. Lamb, how many souls did you know that were pure? How many did you meet in your travels?"
I thought. "Three. There were three."
"Name them for me Lamb," the dragon asked.
"Mia, Garet, and Ivan," I answered. Wisdom closed his eyes, his 'eyebrows' drawn together in concentration.
"Mia, the reincarnation of Mary. Pure, caring for others without thought of self. Garet, the defender. He protects no matter what the cost. Ivan. . ." the dragon's eyes opened in surprise as he looked at me. I now notice, his eyes are the same shade of purple as Ivan's. "Lamb, you know each of the spirits possess a trait special to them. Water is healing, Earth is might, Fire is courage, Light is renewal, Dark is solitary, Purity is as it is. Lamb, do you know what Wind possesses?"
"The Wind possesses. . ." I guess, "Wisdom?"
"Lamb, your friend Ivan my reincarnate, my mortal self. But time is lost on this conversation. Lamb, do you know what happens when you combine the Seven Spirits?"
"I know that Wind, Fire, Water, and Earth create the Stone of Sages. . .I did not know the other three existed." I explain.
The dragon nodded, "Lamb, you are speaking of the stars I carry on me. The Spirits combined give the keeper of that combined flame Armageddon powers. The powers of God, the ability to do his wonders. The seven Stars combined yield indestructible armor which not only protects from physical attacks, but also spiritual," the dragon instructed.
I looked at the Spirits and Stars in wonder. Who could've known that Alchemy reached to Heaven and Hell? I eyed the sword that the dragon protected. It was a magnificent sword that was expertly crafted. The pommel had a large, flawless, beautiful, clear blue diamond the size of a hefty pebble inset on it. The hand guards were of gold and made to look like angel's wings, detailed so well that you could make out the individual barbules on the feathers. The actual blade was double edged and had a strange language etched into with beautiful design. The metal of the blade was so well polished that you could look into it and see your every feature mirrored back with perfect clarity. I stupidly wondered who could've crafted such an object. I tear my eyes away and turn to look back at Wisdom.
"Am I being sent down to battle?" I ask. I really want to get this over with.
"Dear Lamb, you'll go. But your thoughts deceive you. You're not going to battle by yourself," the dragon chuckled.
"But I have taken the responsibility. No one else should have to partake in such an act," I scowled. How could he laugh at such a thought?
Wisdom smiled gently. "I will fuse with your body, much like your little Djinn do. You need my knowledge to defeat him and to use the armor properly."
I looked at Wisdom in awe. He would join with a mere and flawed mortal like me? I didn't deserve such help.
The dragon smiled at my thoughts. "Lamb, you were chosen because you are the most pure soul in existence, as pure- maybe even more so- as me. Are you ready for me to join with you?"
I was stunned. Most pure? Me? I then accepted this at face value. We needed to go.
The dragon's smile only grew. "All right. But before I do, I must fuse the Spirits and Stars," he rumbled.
I watched in wonder as he fused all seven flames from the candles into one. He then lowered the single flame onto the Purity candle. He turned and collected the seven Stars off of his sleek, golden hide into one claw. He concentrated and before my eyes I saw the Stars merge and form into mirrored, thin pieces of armor. The dragon laid the armor next to the candle. He raised his head and looked me in the eyes.
"When I join with you, be prepared for painful and overwhelming memories and knowledge. Are you sure you're ready?" Wisdom asked seriously.
I looked him back in the eyes and nodded my head yes.
"Very well," Wisdom replied. I felt a sudden power surge from Wisdom as his image faded into a bright light. I closed my eyes to prevent them from becoming blinded.
The light becomes intense as it nears me. I feel it as it enters me. My head begins to overflow with multitudes of images, languages, histories, and a multitude of other things. All this while the muscles along my back begin to burn. My head begins to throb as I take all the information this fusing is giving to me. I vaguely feel something explode along my back and feel a strange weight appear. I can also feel my eyes transforming. Then everything stopped and the light disappeared. The headache instantly vanished. I open my eyes. My eyesight is slightly different, sharper and more lucid than it had been before the fusion. I turn my head and to investigate the new weight along me back and jump in fright. Golden wings have sprouted from my back. I then hear a familiar voice in my mind.
'You're an angel now Lamb. Fear not. You also bear my mark upon your forehead and I've given you my dragon sight.'
I sighed in relief. I then walk over to the armor and flame. Which first?
'Get the flame first. And don't be worry about doing anything special with it. It will automatically absorb into you,' the dragon whispered.
I reach out and touch the flame. I watch as the brilliance from the flame merges into the palm of my hand and spreads through out my body. I feel the power it possesses situate into my body.
Now the armor. Each piece was almost paper thin and fit perfectly into place as if it were made for me. As I strap on the last piece of armor, the right wrist guard, I look at myself in the mirror-like surface. In place of my natural, Persian blue eyes, there are now purple, reflective orbs with a reptilian pupil. Also on my forehead was the mark Wisdom told me about. It was a dragon that formed a circle by bending around until its nose touched the tip of its tail. My hair had also changed. It was the same style, only that among my natural golden blonde hair, there were streaks of blue, red, purple, black, light blonde, and white. Otherwise, I was still myself.
There was one last object remaining in the vast expanse of Limbo.
The sword.
'Lamb, that is Death's sword. The rider of the fourth seal horse carried it. The horse and rider came to life when your past self opened the seven seals of God's book after being killed for sacrifice and then resurrected. You will carry that sword to slay the Devil. Go and pull it free. You've been craving to do so since you saw it,' the dragon urged.
I walked solemnly toward it. If it was Death's sword, then why wasn't he carrying it? Oh well. I reach out and grasp the handle. Instead of being ice cold as I suspected, the sword radiated a gentle warmth. I pulled it free from the ground. The balance was perfect, not to mention it was lighter than any sword of its size ever crafted. It was lighter than a rapier. But a problem now surfaced for me. Where was the scabbard?
'I was waiting for this question. Behold, the last of all Heavenly objects. The Conqueror's diamond scabbard.'
Before my eyes, out of nowhere, a large horse that was black as night with silver eyes appeared. It was tacked with a bridle and saddle of the finest leather and all the adornments and clasps where of the best-smelted mythril. On the horn of the saddle there was a stamp of a set of balance scales. Hanging from the horn was a clear diamond scabbard, inset with twelve different gems.
'Your past self had twelve apostles. Each gem represents an apostle. The stones are of jasper, sapphire, chalcedony, emerald, sardonyx, sardius, chrysolyte, beryl, topaz, chrysoprasus, jacinth, and amethyst.'
I reached up and took the scabbard. I inspected it more thoroughly. Once again I was left astonished at the craftsmanship. There were carvings depicting valiant battles and noble kingdoms. It was truly amazing. I sheathed the sword and put it on my belt.
The black horse was still standing there, looking at me expectantly. 'This is the third seal horse. The rider judged which souls were worthy of passage to Heaven and which were not. He is capable of riding from place to place effortlessly. He is how you will get to Hell. Before you mount, I will let you send one message to the living realm. Who do you wish to send it to?'
I thought. What would I say first? I was guessing that the battle would affect everything, which meant life in Angara would be miserable once it started. This meant people would be harmed. Then I remembered what my original plan was. I would tell some one to gather certain, choice individuals and take them to that clearing in the woods. But who to tell? Garet? No, he would brush it off as a hallucination. Mia? No, she's already got enough on her plate. That left Ivan.
A/N:
Me: ;_; CARPEL TUNNEL!!! PAIN!!!! This is the last of what's in my notebook. The rest will be a stream of whatever comes out of my head. See? I had a reason for Isaac to kill himself! Leave me alone about that! 'Cause if you don't I can drastically change the end I had in mind and make sure Isaac doesn't-MMPPPHHHHRRRPPGHHHH!!!!!!
David: You don't want to give anything away! That's bad! You're ruining it for your readers!!!!! Now SHADDUP ONYX!!
Me: *meekly* Ok David-kun. . .I sowwy. . .
David: Please review her so she doesn't throw a temper tantrum.
Disclaimer:
Me: ;_; Fingers. . .hurt. . .
OC: Didja know that carpal tun-
Special Effects(SE): *WHAM!!*
Me: You stupid thing!!!! Go to Hell and BURN! *returns tennis racket to Mary-Poppins space* Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to tell somethin' from a guy's POV when you're a girl? FRIGGEN HARD! And I don't like saying things that a guy would. It makes me look like a lesbian. . . ;_; *sigh* Oh well. I don't own anything in Golden Sun. Moving on. . .
A/N: *gasp* A change in POV! Whatever will I do. . .
(Normal 3rd person POV)
They watched as the most pure soul on Earth died and was unfairly sent to Hell. They now had another job to do. They buried the pure soul beneath his own element and pulled his most prized weapon from the ground.
The Djinn having finished that part of their deal, walked forth to the Inn. Morning had arrived. Flint entered the Inn and scrambled up the stairs to the bedrooms. He stood before the last door and squeaked softly.
The door soon opened to reveal Mia. Flint stepped in and hopped onto Mia's shoulder. He spoke to her thoughts, "He's gone from this plain of existence. One of his last requests is that I did this for him." Flint places a soft kiss on Mia's lips. Her eyes watered. "I am now your Djinn Mia. Isaac has two other requests that I partake in. He wanted me to tell you that he loved you. The last thing he wanted was to give you his sword. It is caked in his own blood, and covered in his element. He hopes that you will clean the blade. It's outside, in front of the Inn."
Mia walked outside the Inn to find the Gaia Blade sticking out of the ground like a cross. She no longer had any tears to shed. She now realized Isaac did not want her to.
"Is there something else you had to do with the other Djinn?" Mia asked, staring at the sword.
"No. They will now go to Dora, his mother, and tell her of all the great things her son has done for the world," Flint explained.
Mia nodded her understanding. She walked up to the blade and pulled it free of the earth. She began to carefully clean the sword.
A/N: Back to Isaac's POV. ^-^
I have stopped traveling downward. My eyes are closed in fear of what I might see if I open them. I feel no heat. I thought Satan burned his captive souls?
I then hear a voice. "Stop Isaac. Open your eyes and fear not. The Seven Spirits surround and protect you. Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Light, Dark, an Purity."
I open my eyes. I find myself in a wide grass expanse with a cloudless sky above. Before me is a large and regal gold dragon bearing the horns of a lamb. He is surrounded by seven candles; each has a different flame upon it. His tail is curled around a sword and his golden skin has seven stars upon it.
"Your demons haunt you naught here Lamb. You are the key to the Revelation retold and reborn," the dragon spoke.
"Who are you if I may ask?"
"I am the remainder of Heaven; the sole survivor. I am Wisdom. I was foretold to have risen from the earth to bring down the blasphemous monster. You, the Lamb, have arrived to play out the unwritten chapter of Revelation."
I'm curious. And surprised. A piece of Heaven still existed? And what is the Revelation? What did this dragon want with me? "Wisdom, where are we? What is the Revelation and why do you keep calling me Lamb?" I asked.
"Dear Lamb, we are in Limbo, the world of wandering spirits and unfinished business. It was where souls were judged and sent to either Heaven or Hell. The Revelation is the last chapter written for the history of all things. This why you are here. You will have a choice given to you that will decide the fate of the Universe. I know not what the choice is, for some of the Revelation was left unwritten. It gave leeway for change, for chaos to play a hand. And chaos took all the leeway it could."
"Dear Lamb, look upon the candles." I look down at the seven candles, each burning with it's own color. But one shown less brightly than the rest.
"Lamb, these are the Seven Spirits. Water, Fire, Earth, Wind, Light, Dark. . ." He has come to rest his eyes upon the dimmest flame, and then turns to look at me.
"Purity," I breathe, "Wisdom, why does the most powerful of all spirits shine so dim?"
The dragon looks sad. "For the world to be in balance, all flames must be equal. We did not find this out until it was too late. Lamb, how many souls did you know that were pure? How many did you meet in your travels?"
I thought. "Three. There were three."
"Name them for me Lamb," the dragon asked.
"Mia, Garet, and Ivan," I answered. Wisdom closed his eyes, his 'eyebrows' drawn together in concentration.
"Mia, the reincarnation of Mary. Pure, caring for others without thought of self. Garet, the defender. He protects no matter what the cost. Ivan. . ." the dragon's eyes opened in surprise as he looked at me. I now notice, his eyes are the same shade of purple as Ivan's. "Lamb, you know each of the spirits possess a trait special to them. Water is healing, Earth is might, Fire is courage, Light is renewal, Dark is solitary, Purity is as it is. Lamb, do you know what Wind possesses?"
"The Wind possesses. . ." I guess, "Wisdom?"
"Lamb, your friend Ivan my reincarnate, my mortal self. But time is lost on this conversation. Lamb, do you know what happens when you combine the Seven Spirits?"
"I know that Wind, Fire, Water, and Earth create the Stone of Sages. . .I did not know the other three existed." I explain.
The dragon nodded, "Lamb, you are speaking of the stars I carry on me. The Spirits combined give the keeper of that combined flame Armageddon powers. The powers of God, the ability to do his wonders. The seven Stars combined yield indestructible armor which not only protects from physical attacks, but also spiritual," the dragon instructed.
I looked at the Spirits and Stars in wonder. Who could've known that Alchemy reached to Heaven and Hell? I eyed the sword that the dragon protected. It was a magnificent sword that was expertly crafted. The pommel had a large, flawless, beautiful, clear blue diamond the size of a hefty pebble inset on it. The hand guards were of gold and made to look like angel's wings, detailed so well that you could make out the individual barbules on the feathers. The actual blade was double edged and had a strange language etched into with beautiful design. The metal of the blade was so well polished that you could look into it and see your every feature mirrored back with perfect clarity. I stupidly wondered who could've crafted such an object. I tear my eyes away and turn to look back at Wisdom.
"Am I being sent down to battle?" I ask. I really want to get this over with.
"Dear Lamb, you'll go. But your thoughts deceive you. You're not going to battle by yourself," the dragon chuckled.
"But I have taken the responsibility. No one else should have to partake in such an act," I scowled. How could he laugh at such a thought?
Wisdom smiled gently. "I will fuse with your body, much like your little Djinn do. You need my knowledge to defeat him and to use the armor properly."
I looked at Wisdom in awe. He would join with a mere and flawed mortal like me? I didn't deserve such help.
The dragon smiled at my thoughts. "Lamb, you were chosen because you are the most pure soul in existence, as pure- maybe even more so- as me. Are you ready for me to join with you?"
I was stunned. Most pure? Me? I then accepted this at face value. We needed to go.
The dragon's smile only grew. "All right. But before I do, I must fuse the Spirits and Stars," he rumbled.
I watched in wonder as he fused all seven flames from the candles into one. He then lowered the single flame onto the Purity candle. He turned and collected the seven Stars off of his sleek, golden hide into one claw. He concentrated and before my eyes I saw the Stars merge and form into mirrored, thin pieces of armor. The dragon laid the armor next to the candle. He raised his head and looked me in the eyes.
"When I join with you, be prepared for painful and overwhelming memories and knowledge. Are you sure you're ready?" Wisdom asked seriously.
I looked him back in the eyes and nodded my head yes.
"Very well," Wisdom replied. I felt a sudden power surge from Wisdom as his image faded into a bright light. I closed my eyes to prevent them from becoming blinded.
The light becomes intense as it nears me. I feel it as it enters me. My head begins to overflow with multitudes of images, languages, histories, and a multitude of other things. All this while the muscles along my back begin to burn. My head begins to throb as I take all the information this fusing is giving to me. I vaguely feel something explode along my back and feel a strange weight appear. I can also feel my eyes transforming. Then everything stopped and the light disappeared. The headache instantly vanished. I open my eyes. My eyesight is slightly different, sharper and more lucid than it had been before the fusion. I turn my head and to investigate the new weight along me back and jump in fright. Golden wings have sprouted from my back. I then hear a familiar voice in my mind.
'You're an angel now Lamb. Fear not. You also bear my mark upon your forehead and I've given you my dragon sight.'
I sighed in relief. I then walk over to the armor and flame. Which first?
'Get the flame first. And don't be worry about doing anything special with it. It will automatically absorb into you,' the dragon whispered.
I reach out and touch the flame. I watch as the brilliance from the flame merges into the palm of my hand and spreads through out my body. I feel the power it possesses situate into my body.
Now the armor. Each piece was almost paper thin and fit perfectly into place as if it were made for me. As I strap on the last piece of armor, the right wrist guard, I look at myself in the mirror-like surface. In place of my natural, Persian blue eyes, there are now purple, reflective orbs with a reptilian pupil. Also on my forehead was the mark Wisdom told me about. It was a dragon that formed a circle by bending around until its nose touched the tip of its tail. My hair had also changed. It was the same style, only that among my natural golden blonde hair, there were streaks of blue, red, purple, black, light blonde, and white. Otherwise, I was still myself.
There was one last object remaining in the vast expanse of Limbo.
The sword.
'Lamb, that is Death's sword. The rider of the fourth seal horse carried it. The horse and rider came to life when your past self opened the seven seals of God's book after being killed for sacrifice and then resurrected. You will carry that sword to slay the Devil. Go and pull it free. You've been craving to do so since you saw it,' the dragon urged.
I walked solemnly toward it. If it was Death's sword, then why wasn't he carrying it? Oh well. I reach out and grasp the handle. Instead of being ice cold as I suspected, the sword radiated a gentle warmth. I pulled it free from the ground. The balance was perfect, not to mention it was lighter than any sword of its size ever crafted. It was lighter than a rapier. But a problem now surfaced for me. Where was the scabbard?
'I was waiting for this question. Behold, the last of all Heavenly objects. The Conqueror's diamond scabbard.'
Before my eyes, out of nowhere, a large horse that was black as night with silver eyes appeared. It was tacked with a bridle and saddle of the finest leather and all the adornments and clasps where of the best-smelted mythril. On the horn of the saddle there was a stamp of a set of balance scales. Hanging from the horn was a clear diamond scabbard, inset with twelve different gems.
'Your past self had twelve apostles. Each gem represents an apostle. The stones are of jasper, sapphire, chalcedony, emerald, sardonyx, sardius, chrysolyte, beryl, topaz, chrysoprasus, jacinth, and amethyst.'
I reached up and took the scabbard. I inspected it more thoroughly. Once again I was left astonished at the craftsmanship. There were carvings depicting valiant battles and noble kingdoms. It was truly amazing. I sheathed the sword and put it on my belt.
The black horse was still standing there, looking at me expectantly. 'This is the third seal horse. The rider judged which souls were worthy of passage to Heaven and which were not. He is capable of riding from place to place effortlessly. He is how you will get to Hell. Before you mount, I will let you send one message to the living realm. Who do you wish to send it to?'
I thought. What would I say first? I was guessing that the battle would affect everything, which meant life in Angara would be miserable once it started. This meant people would be harmed. Then I remembered what my original plan was. I would tell some one to gather certain, choice individuals and take them to that clearing in the woods. But who to tell? Garet? No, he would brush it off as a hallucination. Mia? No, she's already got enough on her plate. That left Ivan.
A/N:
Me: ;_; CARPEL TUNNEL!!! PAIN!!!! This is the last of what's in my notebook. The rest will be a stream of whatever comes out of my head. See? I had a reason for Isaac to kill himself! Leave me alone about that! 'Cause if you don't I can drastically change the end I had in mind and make sure Isaac doesn't-MMPPPHHHHRRRPPGHHHH!!!!!!
David: You don't want to give anything away! That's bad! You're ruining it for your readers!!!!! Now SHADDUP ONYX!!
Me: *meekly* Ok David-kun. . .I sowwy. . .
David: Please review her so she doesn't throw a temper tantrum.