Disclaimer- I don't own Golden Sun.
This is the last chapter, I hope you all enjoy.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The End
Sunlight played lightly over the misty isle of Lemuria, flowing softly over the ancient buildings in the light breeze. Sol's rays burned brighter on one particular spot however, its radiance shining on the statue of a single swordsman.
He stood frozen in a fierce battle pose, his stone scarf struggling against a nonexistent wind while he held his long sword up high. The sculpted spiky hair stood unaffected by the imagined wind, contrasting the rest of the statue. The face was blank, no hand skillful enough to carve the man's face.
Two distant figures strolled up the cemetery's walkway, moving slowly past the granite tombstones towards the grand statue. Their appearances grew clearer as the two grew closer, a middle-aged cerulean haired woman leading a small blonde girl down the many rows, both clad in long white dresses.
"Where are we going, Mother?" azure searched for sapphire as the little girl looked up to her mother.
"Just wait a few moments, Maria," the woman pleaded as the pair came upon their destination.
They came to rest under a small grove of trees, just before the stone swordsman. Silently they sat, watching the scenery before them in quiet wonder. Birds chirped melodiously as the mother and daughter enjoyed the calm of the area, temporarily forgetting the reason they were there.
"Mother, why did you bring me here?" Maria broke the peace surrounding them with one question.
"Maria," the woman paused thoughtfully before continuing. "There is something that both I and Piers have been hiding from you for a long time now."
"What is it?" Maria's midnight eyes were alive with curiosity as she leaned closer to her mother.
"Have you ever wondered why you look so different from us, or why you're an earth adept?" the mother was having great difficulty trying to explain the secret.
"No," Maria shook her head soundly, "I have never really paid it any mind."
"Well," the mother sighed as she tried to explain, but eventually, she decided that the truth was the best option. "Piers isn't your real father."
"What do you mean?" Maria's pale face looked dumbfounded for a moment, before her natural curiosity kicked in, causing her to ask her next question right afterward. "If Piers isn't my father, then who is?"
"Do you see that statue over there?" the mother pointed a gloved hand at the stone swordsman, watching her daughter nod her head slowly. "This statue is the grave of the greatest swordsman in all of Weyward."
Maria's eyes widened in anticipation, already knowing what was to be said next. Suddenly, she yelled out, not able to stand the wait any longer, "He is my father!"
"Yes," the mother answered softly, restraining the energetic girl in her lap. "I met Isaac a long time ago and fell in love upon first seeing him."
"If you were in love, then why did he leave you?" Maria asked quietly, reading her mother's sadness.
"Isaac never has left me," the mother smiled lightly. "A piece of him lives on in you."
"Mom," Maria hugged her mother tightly, feeling small droplets of water fall down on her head. "What was father like?"
The day slowly passed away, filled with a story of epic bravery. Silently, Maria listened to her mother tell the tale of the stable boy who was really the strongest warrior in the world. However, by the end of the tale both were confused as to why Isaac lost his final battle.
"Why did he die?" Maria cried into her mother's shoulder, her mother joining her.
"I think that he passed on something special to Maria," the mother pushed back her daughter's blonde hair and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Something special to protect you as you grow older."
"Hey you two," a new voice entered the conversation, Piers having snuck up the path. He looked at the pair's gloomy faces, already knowing what ailed them, but feigning ignorance. Quickly he picked Maria up in his arms, setting her on his broad shoulders. "The ship is ready to leave, Mia."
"Then Garet, Jenna, Sheba and Ivan are ready?" Mia smiled softly, standing from her spot on the grass.
"Yes, and we had best not keep them waiting," Piers started down the stone path, listening to Maria talk about her day.
Mia had not moved however, gazing intently at the stone statue of Isaac. Reflexively, she reached into one of her pockets, pulling out the folded yellow scarf from those many years ago. Sadly, she rubbed her pale cheek against the fabric, before uttering a small goodbye at the tombstone, small droplets of water streaming down her face, "Goodbye, Isaac."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
That's the end to Stable Boy, though if you are confused about something, I can always answer it via e-mail or in an installment of another story.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Reviewer's Responses-
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Shadowranger- Isaac could not turn into Robin because the Golden Sun's powers had already been passed down to his daughter. Thanks for the review.
Isaac's Girlfriend- Would it help if I apologized for letting him die? Thanks for the review.
The 8BTFreek- I suddenly feel very sorry for Sepiroth, though I cannot figure out why. Thanks for the wish of good luck, and thanks for the review.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------