I am an Adept
By me, alias "Black Shark".
Disclaimer: I don't own Golden Sun (The Lost Age). So there. And the title is kinda ripped off from a movie too... heh heh... don't flame or sue! Please!
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The elevator began its slow descent down to the ground. Overhead, the final beacon, lit, shone a bright beam of light in the direction of Vale.
Isaac turned his head away. He knew the great cost the sight came at. His hands, forever bloodied.
A light touch landed on his arm. A healing touch. Mia spoke three words, words that spanned infinity in the simple garb of tenderness: "I'm sorry, Isaac..."
It was as if a tear had dropped onto his very heart. But like the element Venus, his heart had become like stone, a far cry from the goddess of love who could penetrate any soul with lust. The tear bounced off stone – both of Isaac's heart and of the hard elevator floor.
The elevator was halfway down.
On the ground, Proxians gathered, looking up in surprise and anticipation.
A singular feeling of hatred surged within Isaac. He longed to strike them all down, those who had caused him and so many others so much pain, even if they believed it was for the greatest good. In the act of shaking himself free from her touch, he purged himself of all other emotions. His mind began focusing psynergy to destroy the Proxians below.
Rejected, Mia turned away, her arm dropping back down to her side.
Isaac looked down at Jenna's sobbing form, the externality of Mars broken, fiery spirit crushed beneath the weight of her parents' hands in her own hands.
The hammer stroke fell.
Even if he annihilated everything, would that bring their parents back?
The passion of vengeance faded away too, leaving only passiveness. The last bit of living seeped out from his stone heart. Isaac's hand went up to his chest, where he had once put the Mars star next to own his heart. Two hearts, shining.
Isaac looked down at Jenna again. They would recover, and someday their two hearts would shine again, bringing new life into Weyard's long-delayed spring.
Duty had been assigned him, and he had seen it through and discharged it honourably. He had lived up to the name of the Adept.
The elevator touched down.
Isaac's hands were open, lifted towards the Proxians, their emptiness saying the obvious that his lips could not find the words to say: "The lighthouse is lit."
Then his tongue found words of his own, four words that explained why he had gone through all he had gone through, saving the world at an even greater cost than his own life.
"I am an Adept."