The Choice
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My fifth stand-alone story, This one is going to be a little differient than my others, largely since I'm dealing with a non-main character.
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It figures.
Fate was never kind to her. Her father was an alchololic, her mother was a permanent resident six feet under. And she was born in the middle, somehwere. No matter what her childhood was like, she still had a dream: World in crisis.
And the hard part came when she had to let her jewels go.
It had seemed easy, in thought. But when the merchant was rescued by her husband, she knew that time had run out. In order to save the world, she had to give him up.
First went Ivan, the adorable child of not even a year. Next went her daughter Sheba, not even eleven months.
It was her mission. She had no choice.
Sheba was no easier to let go than Ivan was. Summoning a burst of wind, she sent Sheba toward a town in the desert, one who awaited a child from the sky. Sheba was that child.
And then, without her or her long-since desceased husband, they grew, growing stronger as time went by until the day...
When the mountain blew, she went to the temple that Ivan would pass through. She knew she had to meet them, even if it destroyed her heart.
For the first time in an hour, Master Hama stopped crying.
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I know that I'm gonna get flames, so R&R! Let me know your thoughts!
And I don't own Golden Sun! Geez...
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My fifth stand-alone story, This one is going to be a little differient than my others, largely since I'm dealing with a non-main character.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It figures.
Fate was never kind to her. Her father was an alchololic, her mother was a permanent resident six feet under. And she was born in the middle, somehwere. No matter what her childhood was like, she still had a dream: World in crisis.
And the hard part came when she had to let her jewels go.
It had seemed easy, in thought. But when the merchant was rescued by her husband, she knew that time had run out. In order to save the world, she had to give him up.
First went Ivan, the adorable child of not even a year. Next went her daughter Sheba, not even eleven months.
It was her mission. She had no choice.
Sheba was no easier to let go than Ivan was. Summoning a burst of wind, she sent Sheba toward a town in the desert, one who awaited a child from the sky. Sheba was that child.
And then, without her or her long-since desceased husband, they grew, growing stronger as time went by until the day...
When the mountain blew, she went to the temple that Ivan would pass through. She knew she had to meet them, even if it destroyed her heart.
For the first time in an hour, Master Hama stopped crying.
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I know that I'm gonna get flames, so R&R! Let me know your thoughts!
And I don't own Golden Sun! Geez...