Ok, this is my first fic here at ff.net. I hope you all like it in some way. This is the basic intro and prologue. If I get a good response I'll finish typing the first chapter. Please, criticize it and be as harsh as you want to. This is, after all, a learning experience.
And now, I've never done this before, but that lil disclaimer thing: Golden Sun and all the other stuff that falls under its category are owned by Nintendo and whoever else created it. I only made up the plot-line and some of the characters. I take no credit for anything else… I hope that's good enough to keep me out of trouble. ^_^' Okay, and now…
GOLDEN SUN: LOST AGE OF ALCHEMY
INTRODUCTION
Legends speak of an ancient and prosperous time. People lived in peace. There was no sickness and death only came from a great number of years. This was the Lost Age of Alchemy.
Alchemy was a tool for the people. A means of crop raising, herd raising, and other helpful things. Those stronger in its power were designated to lead the land. No one feared those in command. It was also a time of naiveté.
In a rural town, a simple peasant child was born to a simple peasant family. But this child grew to become more than simple, and much more than a peasant.
PROLOGUE
My son. Benjamin. How amazing to have a child. And yet, he was a pain. Like then.
"Ben! Ah, not again!" The boy had yet again knocked over my table of studies. It seemed he did this every other day. And he always cried afterwards.
"Come on, Ben! I tell you not to do this each time you do! Just...go to your room."
Ben sobbed as he mounted the stairs. I sighed and began to pick up. The boy will never learn, I thought.
His head came from behind the doorway. "YOU HATE ME!" he yelled. My heart was torn, shattered into a million of tiny pieces.
He ran into his room. Great, I thought, Jesse will kill me now. That was all we needed, a dysfunctional son.
I tried to open the door to his room. Ben was holding it shut with his Psynergy. It was exceptionally strong for a five year old. It made me feel proud to be his father.
"Ben, I don't hate you. I just want you to learn. Come on out. We'll clean up and then do something fun." What child could resist and offer like that?
"Like fishing?" he asked enthusiastically. "Yes," I replied, "We can go fishing." Fishing, it was his favorite past time. He seemed enthralled with the water.
This exchange had coaxed him out of his room. We went down and cleaned the mess he had made.
We headed out to the river when we finished cleaning. The day was clear and beautiful, as it always seemed here in Vale. Majestic Mount Aleph was a backdrop to the horizon, as it always had been.
Next to me sat Benjamin. My son. He was smiling and enjoying himself. How amazing it truly was to have a child.