---Disclaimer—I do not own Golden Sun or anything like that. This is a complete fan work and is not official in any way.

If you like action packed stories with things blowing up, DO NOT READ ON! This is a story mainly about a deep internal struggle going on for a boy named Lyndon. It will include heavy emotions and may even make you cry. Okay, maybe it won't, but it will probably get you sad. And no, this has nothing to do with my life.

So, please read and enjoy! I'd appreciate any reviews. Criticism is allowed.

Prologue

I remember those days all too well. I was an outcast among my people. The kid in the corner who had no friends; the one nobody wanted to be around. I was, what many people would call, a failure.

I was ridiculed and harassed, all because of my abilities. I was different from all of them. I was a Mercury Adept. I learned it all through my journey. That time I lived in was very different from the past. Adepts were not abundant. I discovered that I had inherited this power from a distant ancestor. I learned a lot.

I still have scars from my childhood. They will never heal. I have overcome the fault within me, but the journey was not easy.

This is my story. The story of how I was forced to overcome everything. I needed to defeat the evil that was threatening us. I had to conquer the power of the opposing forces. I had to endure the hardships people around me created. I had to learn what I did not understand. I had to not fear the emotions.

But most of all, I had to believe in myself.

Chapter 1

"H-hey guys, can I p-play?" I said softly to the other kids. They were playing a game everyone in Daila called Bounceball. The players dribbled a ball on a hard surface with their hands, bouncing it up and down as they went. To score in the hoops that were raised off the ground, they needed to punt the ball with their feet in the net.

"Get away, Lyndon," said Erik, who was one of the more "popular, cool kids" in Daila. "No one wants you here." He turned around and resumed playing.

"But I can play!" I protested.

Erik stopped what he was doing. With a glare in his eyes, he said fiercely and slowly to me, "No, you can't. It would not be fair. Whichever team had you would lose."

Everyone else stopped the game immediately and stared at me. They wanted me to be gone. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I thought I could play just as well as everyone else could.

"Erik, can you just give me a chance?"

Erik looked back to some of his buddies. They let out a laugh, as if they were mocking me. The biggest of his friends threw the ball to Erik.

"Here's the deal, Lyndon. If you can kick this ball into the net from here, you can play," Erik said. He laughed at he handed the ball to me. Everyone else let out a small giggle, which eventually turned into a round of laughter.

This is it, I thought. This is my big chance to show them what I'm made of. I held the ball in my hands, and stationed it a little above waist height. I took a gulp, and let the ball drop down.

I wound up my left leg and sprung forward. I was sure I was going to hit the ball smack on.

But I didn't. My foot missed the ball, and my leg went high into the air. I fell on my back, in the only patch of mud on the entire field. Everyone burst into hysterical fits of laughter.

Even Mayg, the one girl who was nice to me, couldn't muffle her laughing.

I felt like a total loser. I knew I was, too. I couldn't even complete the simplest of things: kick a ball across the field. And in doing so, I had made a fool of myself. I was ashamed to be who I was. I wanted to just lie down in a ditch and die.

I wanted to rid my soul of this suffering. Anything would be better than this, I thought.

I tried my best to stifle the tears from coming. But I couldn't. I just couldn't. I had been humiliated to such an extent I couldn't take it any more. I got up quickly and brushed the mud and dirt of my back, then ran off as fast as I could. All the while I could hear the snickers of the other children.

I didn't hold back now. A single tear rolled down my cheek. Soon, they were rolling freely. I sniffed as I went. My chest felt so heavy. I slowed my pace down to a walk. My head was looking straight at the ground. I continued to sob, walking the streets by myself.

That is when I suddenly started to get angry. I was furious. I couldn't pinpoint who I was mad at, but I was agitated by someone. It was most likely myself who I was mad at. It always was. I hated myself. But for a split second, I thought I felt a speck of rage to the other children. It was the first time in many months I had been angry at someone other than myself. I thrust out my hands in aggravation.

But most of all, I still hated the person who I was.

Then strangely, clouds started to form over the sky. What made it all the more weird, though, was that the sun was shining brightly previously. There was not a cloud in sight. The sun was beating down on me hard. But the clouds came in, and they covered up the rays.

The whole land became dark. Raindrops began to fall. They pelted me, and soon my clothes became drenched.

Little did I know that I had cast Psynergy. I was too misinformed at the time, so I just presumed it was a natural effect. But I now know that I was special. I possessed the power of Mercury. I could manipulate the molecules of water, whether I intended to or not.

I picked up my pace to a brisk walk, and then I reached an all-out sprint to my house.

I rocketed off as fast as I could. I reached the wooden door and pulled it open as quickly as possible. I dashed inside.

I still had the tears on my face. Luckily, my father, who was sitting on the couch, thought it was just rain. And I was thankful for that. He never understands me. Even he ridicules me sometimes. But if he knew what I went through every day, he would never say a bad thing about me again.

I didn't even say "hello" to him. I just was focused on getting to my room as quickly as possible. I got up stairs and ran into my room, and then shut the door with a loud "BANG". It was the one place I was safe from the world. I was always alone, and it made me feel safe.

It was the only place others couldn't hurt me.

How I longed for a lifetime of permanent solitude. What I would give to live my life alone, with no human interaction. I just want to leave this place, I thought. I want to live somewhere where I belong.

I wanted to have one single friend. Was that too much to ask?

My father heard the loud noise the door had caused. He came upstairs and put his ear on the door. He could hear my soft sniffles. I had not ceased my crying.

Without even knocking, he opened the door and came in.

"…Lyndon?" He said to me. His face did not look like he neither cared about me, nor was he mad at me.

His big, gruff body moved towards me. His thick curly hair bounced slightly as he approached. The deep, green eyes he had started into me, as if they were viewing the darkest pit of my heart. He reached out a strong hand and touched me on the back.

"You okay?" He said to me, in a somewhat comforting tone.

I sniffed and spoke in a nasally voice. "Yes. I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"Lyndon, you're 13 years old. You really have to stop doing this. Are you still a baby? Do you need me to sing you a lullaby each night, and feed you a bottle?"

Oh, how I wanted to cry even more. But I couldn't. I just couldn't. Not in front of my father. Whenever I was disappointed in myself, I was infuriated that I couldn't even have a tale to please my father. He was never proud of me.

To him, I was useless.

To myself, I was useless.

I was nobody.

I had no purpose.

Or so I thought.