A/N: Okay, I've had this chapter ready for a while but I never bothered to
put it up. Actually, I'm doing a sort of updating spree, so I'm putting up
a few. The next chapter in my Assasin story isn't ready yet though, so I'm
doing my best at the moment. Losta projects all at once are really
annoying.
Anywho! 'Nother chapter in this one. It occurs the same day the first chapter does, but later on. It's Isaac's confused thoughts, ending somewhat Isaac/Jenna (like that, Rainchild?). 'Kay, disclaimer, you know the drill, on with the story!
~*~ Betrayed ~*~
Isaac stumbled into his room. The stressful events of the day seemed designed to overtest his strength and his sanity. He hadn't even tasted dinner, because his stomach and his mind were both going in circles. Never in a million years had he ever once thought that something like this would happen. Not once.
He didn't know what to make of it. That morning, he had been just like any other youngster of Vale, with no more responsibility then doing his schoolwork. But less then twelve hours later, his destiny had flipped, and he was suddenly told to save the world. It was too much for anyone to handle, let alone a teenager. And yet, he had agreed.
He shook his head, trying to free his mind of the dizzying thoughts circulating it. When that failed, Isaac sighed and, going to his desk, pulled out the old green journal, a new blue journal, and the color- changing pen. Obviously sleep was not going to come easy tonight.
He opened the green one first and reread the first entry. White hot rage quickly ran its course through his veins as he remembered his misery that day for someone who didn't even care. Just as quickly the rage left, leaving a sad, empty and familiar void behind.
He sighed again and shut it, then opened the blue journal to the next available page and started to write.
"Dear Dad,
"Why didn't you tell me that Felix was alive? Why did you let me and Jenna mourn for so long for nothing? I hate the fact that I wasted so much time thinking about him, when not only did he live, he was helping those two bastards Saturos and Menardi prepare their plan to take the Elemental Stars from Mt. Aleph. How could he have betrayed his parents? Jenna? Me? I don't know whether to hate him or feel compassion for him.
"It doesn't really matter to me that he left. The thing that bothers me is that he never once tried to inform us that he was alive. Doesn't he care at all? Today, he even helped them take Jenna and Kraden!
"I don't care about the Elemental Stars. The only reason I accepted the quest the Wise One gave me was because if I stayed here in Vale and Felix succeeded, I would feel horrible. I would truly hate. And I am terrified of how desperate I would be, to really and truly hate anyone, let alone the best friend I ever had.
"I have to rescue Jenna and Kraden. I have to save the world. But most of all, I have to help Felix return to the boy I knew, instead of this cold- hearted man who would even stoop to stealing his own sister.
"Upon the holy northern stars, on the ancient legends of the great Sol, I swear this night that Felix will be stopped. I will not allow him to take over the world with the power of Alchemy. I will not let him win.
"Love from your determined son, Isaac."
He thought a moment, then grinned and added,
"P.S - They can't do it, anyway. Garet and I have the Mars Star, and we aren't giving it up any time soon."
He put both journals back in their spots, then dressed himself in pajamas and laid upon his bed, covers snuggled to his chin. As he felt himself dropping into the painless oblivion of sleep, he allowed one thought to manifest itself through his voice: "I promise I will, Jenna. I promise I will."
The next morning, as the townspeople gathered around to send Isaac and Garet off, Isaac felt as though he was still in his dream, and that any minute now Jenna would be pounding on his door, trying to rouse him and demanding that he accompany her somewhere. He smiled a little at that, wondering what she would be wearing. Maybe something that showed off a bit of...Where did THAT come from?!
"Isaac? Isaac, come on!"
He jolted to attention to see that Garet was looking at him expectantly. He grinned apologetically. "Sorry. Just thinking."
"Listen hero, you can do your 'thinking' later. Right now we've got to say goodbye to the folks!"
"Right." He forced his mind away from Jenna and back to reality. But even as he and Garet walked out the gates of Vale, he still couldn't help thinking that his dream would end soon, and he would be with her again.
A/N: ^_^ See? I worked a good bit on this, so REVIEW! I KNOW YOU CAN!
Mojo: Good grief, she's gone nuts again.
Saiyagal: Oh, what's your problem, Mojo?
Mojo: You need to stop playing Zelda and start writing.
Saiyaga;: ^_^; Don't know what you're talking about.
Mojo: Don't you.
Saiyagal: ^_^;;; Well, um, review please!!
Anywho! 'Nother chapter in this one. It occurs the same day the first chapter does, but later on. It's Isaac's confused thoughts, ending somewhat Isaac/Jenna (like that, Rainchild?). 'Kay, disclaimer, you know the drill, on with the story!
~*~ Betrayed ~*~
Isaac stumbled into his room. The stressful events of the day seemed designed to overtest his strength and his sanity. He hadn't even tasted dinner, because his stomach and his mind were both going in circles. Never in a million years had he ever once thought that something like this would happen. Not once.
He didn't know what to make of it. That morning, he had been just like any other youngster of Vale, with no more responsibility then doing his schoolwork. But less then twelve hours later, his destiny had flipped, and he was suddenly told to save the world. It was too much for anyone to handle, let alone a teenager. And yet, he had agreed.
He shook his head, trying to free his mind of the dizzying thoughts circulating it. When that failed, Isaac sighed and, going to his desk, pulled out the old green journal, a new blue journal, and the color- changing pen. Obviously sleep was not going to come easy tonight.
He opened the green one first and reread the first entry. White hot rage quickly ran its course through his veins as he remembered his misery that day for someone who didn't even care. Just as quickly the rage left, leaving a sad, empty and familiar void behind.
He sighed again and shut it, then opened the blue journal to the next available page and started to write.
"Dear Dad,
"Why didn't you tell me that Felix was alive? Why did you let me and Jenna mourn for so long for nothing? I hate the fact that I wasted so much time thinking about him, when not only did he live, he was helping those two bastards Saturos and Menardi prepare their plan to take the Elemental Stars from Mt. Aleph. How could he have betrayed his parents? Jenna? Me? I don't know whether to hate him or feel compassion for him.
"It doesn't really matter to me that he left. The thing that bothers me is that he never once tried to inform us that he was alive. Doesn't he care at all? Today, he even helped them take Jenna and Kraden!
"I don't care about the Elemental Stars. The only reason I accepted the quest the Wise One gave me was because if I stayed here in Vale and Felix succeeded, I would feel horrible. I would truly hate. And I am terrified of how desperate I would be, to really and truly hate anyone, let alone the best friend I ever had.
"I have to rescue Jenna and Kraden. I have to save the world. But most of all, I have to help Felix return to the boy I knew, instead of this cold- hearted man who would even stoop to stealing his own sister.
"Upon the holy northern stars, on the ancient legends of the great Sol, I swear this night that Felix will be stopped. I will not allow him to take over the world with the power of Alchemy. I will not let him win.
"Love from your determined son, Isaac."
He thought a moment, then grinned and added,
"P.S - They can't do it, anyway. Garet and I have the Mars Star, and we aren't giving it up any time soon."
He put both journals back in their spots, then dressed himself in pajamas and laid upon his bed, covers snuggled to his chin. As he felt himself dropping into the painless oblivion of sleep, he allowed one thought to manifest itself through his voice: "I promise I will, Jenna. I promise I will."
The next morning, as the townspeople gathered around to send Isaac and Garet off, Isaac felt as though he was still in his dream, and that any minute now Jenna would be pounding on his door, trying to rouse him and demanding that he accompany her somewhere. He smiled a little at that, wondering what she would be wearing. Maybe something that showed off a bit of...Where did THAT come from?!
"Isaac? Isaac, come on!"
He jolted to attention to see that Garet was looking at him expectantly. He grinned apologetically. "Sorry. Just thinking."
"Listen hero, you can do your 'thinking' later. Right now we've got to say goodbye to the folks!"
"Right." He forced his mind away from Jenna and back to reality. But even as he and Garet walked out the gates of Vale, he still couldn't help thinking that his dream would end soon, and he would be with her again.
A/N: ^_^ See? I worked a good bit on this, so REVIEW! I KNOW YOU CAN!
Mojo: Good grief, she's gone nuts again.
Saiyagal: Oh, what's your problem, Mojo?
Mojo: You need to stop playing Zelda and start writing.
Saiyaga;: ^_^; Don't know what you're talking about.
Mojo: Don't you.
Saiyagal: ^_^;;; Well, um, review please!!
