Disclaimer: I no own Golden Sun, get the picture?
I have finally decided to start something new that involves many different pairings. However, to see if your favorites are in here, you will have to read.
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Robin the Slayer
The kingdom of Imil sat in the northern reaches of Angara, its territory spanning the frozen wasteland. The luxurious outside of the icy castle and quaint homes disguised the slow decay in the people's wealth.
The current king, Lord Conservto, had raised taxes for a third time and most found themselves lucky to have jobs. Throughout the kingdom, instant murmurs of revolt arose. Conservto protected himself, however, tightening the palace guard and sending for princes and knights from all around to court his daughter.
In the deep torch-lit halls of the cold palace, an aged man sat, covered in the glistening blue and golden robes of his ancestors. The man's ancient white hair still held the faint teal shine of a Mercury adept, and his grey eyes showed the worries of the kingdom that rested on his frail shoulders.
"Prince Piers of Lemuria is here my lord," a young blonde girl, clad in a white robe with a purple sash around her neck opened the tall brown doors to the king's inner chamber.
A tall man stepped into the lavish room, his long cerulean hair tied behind his head, trailing down the silver clothes of his status. A cloaked figure followed behind, his entire body veiled in a black cloak.
"Lord Conservto, I bare greetings from his highness King Hydros of Lemuria," the man's deep voice rumbled as he kneeled on the ground along with his covered companion.
"It's good to see you Piers," Conservto dropped all formalities, and stood, his bones creaking with age. "Your visage has not changed even after twenty years."
"Thank you," Piers looked to his childhood friend. "However it seems that the aging process just accelerated for you."
Conservto laughed heartily, before turning Piers' covered companion, "And who is this you've brought with you?"
"He is my advisor, Ivan. Ivan, show yourself to the king," Piers ordered.
The boy pulled down the dark hood, revealing vibrant yellow hair that framed a young face. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Conservto," The boy's violet eyes shone brightly.
"I see that we're both intelligent enough to choose Jupiter Mages as our advisors," Conservto motioned to the blonde girl who opened the door. "She is Sheba."
Piers smiled as they each greeted one another, but he soon stopped them, "I hate to bother, but why have you summoned me here?"
"Ah yes," Conservto turned, muddled in thought. "I'm in quite a pickle, Piers. I fear for my life, for there is whisper of revolt within my kingdom. My only hope is for my daughter to marry and bear a strong heir to my throne." Conservto was interrupted by the doors being thrown open violently, and an armored knight stomping inside.
"Alex, what are you doing in here?" Conservto demanded, recognizing the man's long sapphire hair and deep blue eyes.
"I wish to speak with you my liege," the man kneeled, waiting for acknowledgement.
"Stand, and wait for my council with Prince Piers to end," Conservto turned back to Piers. "To make things short, I wish for you to marry my daughter."
Piers's amber eyes widened from this request, however, his confused mind made him nod.
"Good, good," Conservto and Piers did not notice the seething knight standing beside them.
"Lord Conservto, this matter needs your immediate attention," Alex said through gritted teeth. "He has escaped our clutches and entered the kingdom."
Conservto's face paled at this, his fear showing through, "I thought he was dead, killed in the conflict between the Venus and Jupiter Clans. Are you sure it was him?"
"Yes, my lord, though none saw him. Only a shadow was visible as he slayed my entire troop," Alex slammed his fists together.
"Who is this you speak of?" Piers interrupted.
Alex turned to the prince, his sharp blue eyes piercing Piers's own, "We speak of the ultimate fighter, completely lost in the rapture of bloodshed. His kind has died out over the centuries and he is the last. We speak of Robin the Slayer."
"Achoo," a sandy haired boy sneezed as he trudged through the snow meadow, his azure eyes locked on the royal stables.
"Someone must be talking about me," he mumbled as he pulled his yellow scarf and blue tunic closer to his body.
The harsh winds of the Imilian tundra vanished as the boy stepped into the dry stable, shaking of the snow from his body. Across the hay- strewn floor, by the horses, he could see his friend trying to feed a horse with a shiny red apple, though it constantly refused.
"Garet, what are you doing," the boy walked up behind his spiky red- haired friend.
"I'm just trying to feed this horse a good apple, Isaac," Garet turned to his friend, his brown eyes not noticing that Isaac had snatched the apple from his hand.
"You can't just try to stuff it in their mouths Garet," Isaac reached out his arm toward the brown horse, the apple lying in his open palm.
"Like you're an expert on horses," Garet remarked coolly, but gasped as the brown horse came closer and started eating the apple from Isaac's hand in large bites. He was even more startled when Isaac reached out a hand and lightly stroked the horse's mane.
"So do we have to do any work right now?" Garet asked, trying to change the subject.
"Our boss told us that since this is our first day as stable hands, we just have to feed the horses, saddle them up to ride when requested, and clean up before we leave," Isaac sighed, repeating the instructions. "So let's get to work."
"But, I don't think that they like me very much," Garet watched the horses all around the stable glare at him.
"Then you can get fired and go back to being a mercenary," Isaac reminded Garet of the alternative. "Then we can both be found by bounty hunters and killed."
"Well if you put it that way..." Garet reached for a nearby wooden bucket and prepared to start feeding the horses.
Inside the lush courtyard of the castle, blocked completely from the outside world, a cerulean haired girl sat by a tranquil pond, humming softly to herself. The sad tune rebounded over the open space, making an orchestra form one voice. Her gloomy tune halted however, as her sapphire eyes stared closer into the reflection of her pale face. Her reverie was broken however, when she heard someone calling her name.
"Lady Mia, your father wishes your presence," Alex bowed in his bright armor, his smile somehow still visible.
"Thank you Alex, you may tell him I am coming," Mia's voice was as melodic as her humming as she ordered Alex away. Soon she stood, brushing off her blue dress, and followed after.
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Not much that I can say except REVIEW!
I have finally decided to start something new that involves many different pairings. However, to see if your favorites are in here, you will have to read.
@_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@
Robin the Slayer
The kingdom of Imil sat in the northern reaches of Angara, its territory spanning the frozen wasteland. The luxurious outside of the icy castle and quaint homes disguised the slow decay in the people's wealth.
The current king, Lord Conservto, had raised taxes for a third time and most found themselves lucky to have jobs. Throughout the kingdom, instant murmurs of revolt arose. Conservto protected himself, however, tightening the palace guard and sending for princes and knights from all around to court his daughter.
In the deep torch-lit halls of the cold palace, an aged man sat, covered in the glistening blue and golden robes of his ancestors. The man's ancient white hair still held the faint teal shine of a Mercury adept, and his grey eyes showed the worries of the kingdom that rested on his frail shoulders.
"Prince Piers of Lemuria is here my lord," a young blonde girl, clad in a white robe with a purple sash around her neck opened the tall brown doors to the king's inner chamber.
A tall man stepped into the lavish room, his long cerulean hair tied behind his head, trailing down the silver clothes of his status. A cloaked figure followed behind, his entire body veiled in a black cloak.
"Lord Conservto, I bare greetings from his highness King Hydros of Lemuria," the man's deep voice rumbled as he kneeled on the ground along with his covered companion.
"It's good to see you Piers," Conservto dropped all formalities, and stood, his bones creaking with age. "Your visage has not changed even after twenty years."
"Thank you," Piers looked to his childhood friend. "However it seems that the aging process just accelerated for you."
Conservto laughed heartily, before turning Piers' covered companion, "And who is this you've brought with you?"
"He is my advisor, Ivan. Ivan, show yourself to the king," Piers ordered.
The boy pulled down the dark hood, revealing vibrant yellow hair that framed a young face. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Conservto," The boy's violet eyes shone brightly.
"I see that we're both intelligent enough to choose Jupiter Mages as our advisors," Conservto motioned to the blonde girl who opened the door. "She is Sheba."
Piers smiled as they each greeted one another, but he soon stopped them, "I hate to bother, but why have you summoned me here?"
"Ah yes," Conservto turned, muddled in thought. "I'm in quite a pickle, Piers. I fear for my life, for there is whisper of revolt within my kingdom. My only hope is for my daughter to marry and bear a strong heir to my throne." Conservto was interrupted by the doors being thrown open violently, and an armored knight stomping inside.
"Alex, what are you doing in here?" Conservto demanded, recognizing the man's long sapphire hair and deep blue eyes.
"I wish to speak with you my liege," the man kneeled, waiting for acknowledgement.
"Stand, and wait for my council with Prince Piers to end," Conservto turned back to Piers. "To make things short, I wish for you to marry my daughter."
Piers's amber eyes widened from this request, however, his confused mind made him nod.
"Good, good," Conservto and Piers did not notice the seething knight standing beside them.
"Lord Conservto, this matter needs your immediate attention," Alex said through gritted teeth. "He has escaped our clutches and entered the kingdom."
Conservto's face paled at this, his fear showing through, "I thought he was dead, killed in the conflict between the Venus and Jupiter Clans. Are you sure it was him?"
"Yes, my lord, though none saw him. Only a shadow was visible as he slayed my entire troop," Alex slammed his fists together.
"Who is this you speak of?" Piers interrupted.
Alex turned to the prince, his sharp blue eyes piercing Piers's own, "We speak of the ultimate fighter, completely lost in the rapture of bloodshed. His kind has died out over the centuries and he is the last. We speak of Robin the Slayer."
"Achoo," a sandy haired boy sneezed as he trudged through the snow meadow, his azure eyes locked on the royal stables.
"Someone must be talking about me," he mumbled as he pulled his yellow scarf and blue tunic closer to his body.
The harsh winds of the Imilian tundra vanished as the boy stepped into the dry stable, shaking of the snow from his body. Across the hay- strewn floor, by the horses, he could see his friend trying to feed a horse with a shiny red apple, though it constantly refused.
"Garet, what are you doing," the boy walked up behind his spiky red- haired friend.
"I'm just trying to feed this horse a good apple, Isaac," Garet turned to his friend, his brown eyes not noticing that Isaac had snatched the apple from his hand.
"You can't just try to stuff it in their mouths Garet," Isaac reached out his arm toward the brown horse, the apple lying in his open palm.
"Like you're an expert on horses," Garet remarked coolly, but gasped as the brown horse came closer and started eating the apple from Isaac's hand in large bites. He was even more startled when Isaac reached out a hand and lightly stroked the horse's mane.
"So do we have to do any work right now?" Garet asked, trying to change the subject.
"Our boss told us that since this is our first day as stable hands, we just have to feed the horses, saddle them up to ride when requested, and clean up before we leave," Isaac sighed, repeating the instructions. "So let's get to work."
"But, I don't think that they like me very much," Garet watched the horses all around the stable glare at him.
"Then you can get fired and go back to being a mercenary," Isaac reminded Garet of the alternative. "Then we can both be found by bounty hunters and killed."
"Well if you put it that way..." Garet reached for a nearby wooden bucket and prepared to start feeding the horses.
Inside the lush courtyard of the castle, blocked completely from the outside world, a cerulean haired girl sat by a tranquil pond, humming softly to herself. The sad tune rebounded over the open space, making an orchestra form one voice. Her gloomy tune halted however, as her sapphire eyes stared closer into the reflection of her pale face. Her reverie was broken however, when she heard someone calling her name.
"Lady Mia, your father wishes your presence," Alex bowed in his bright armor, his smile somehow still visible.
"Thank you Alex, you may tell him I am coming," Mia's voice was as melodic as her humming as she ordered Alex away. Soon she stood, brushing off her blue dress, and followed after.
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Not much that I can say except REVIEW!