Disclaimer: If I were the president, I would own Golden Sun. Last time I
checked, I wasn't George Bush.
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Now its time for Ivan's Adept Corner-
Ivan: (in an Australian accent): Now we have tracked the two adepts of Venus and Mercury, commonly know as Isaac and Mia to this spot to watch the most wondrous thing in the teenage world come to pass.
Isaac: I love you Mia...
Mia: I love you too.
(much kissing)
Ivan (still in an Australian accent): Next week we will investigate the strange rituals of teenage Mars adepts.
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I am back with the next chapter of AE; I hope ya'll enjoy it.
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Rekindle the Forge
A light breeze blew over the charred meadow, a calm interlude before the climax of the vicious battle. Valukar stood out, his bright red body largely unscathed while the adepts looked completely exhausted. The cooling zephyr stopped suddenly as they jumped back into the fray.
"Shine Plasma," this time no lightning rained forth from the sky as Ivan yelled.
"You fools have no energy left," Valukar sneered, showing that a few of his fangs were missing.
"We may be down, but we're not out," Ivan gasped, steadying himself on his staff.
"Don't be so sure of that," Valukar slammed his mighty hammer into the ground, sending ripples of energy outward.
An onyx circle formed within the waves, making two rows. Archaic symbols of power, life, knowledge, and courage molded from the burned landscape, with the crimson of power and the gold of courage shining the brightest. The remaining trees and ground trembled under the mighty read of a powerful being.
A mechanized god, that sat taller than the nearby mountains, rolled on monstrous treads toward the adepts. Its round brown armor opened on several spots, revealing a barrage of missiles all directed at the adepts.
"This is the spirit of the man I once called master, Daedelus," Valukar yelled despite the massive effort it took to keep the summon on the living plane. "Now attack them!"
The expected flurry of projectiles did not come however, as the behemoth turned to a new target, Valukar. The armor opened again, showing the teeth of the missiles.
"What are you doing?" Valukar demanded though he already knew the answer.
Rockets screamed from the brown encasing, flying directly towards Valukar. The meadow became a sea of destruction as each exploded in a maelstrom of fury. No sound was heard from the demon, except for his mighty hammer crashing to the ground, the only object spared from the carnage. Daedelus's form faded quickly, back to the universe of the gods.
"What was that?" Garet demanded, brushing the heavy layers of soot from his clothes.
"He finally took his revenge," Isaac murmured thoughtfully, pulling the summon scroll from Valukar's hammer.
"What?" the three others turned to Isaac.
"Nothing, don't worry about it."
The town of Yallam was a quiet and peaceful village, set apart from the rest of the world. Time seemed to flow slower in the midst of the history imbedded in the entire area, a lasting tribute to its beauty.
The adepts walked through the town, watching the children play in a nearby meadow as they crossed a small bridge. Further down, they could see Sunshine's hut, dark and gray with a man sitting in an old rocking chair outside. His black hair was ruffled around his round face, with an unfinished carving of a rabbit in his hand in his hand.
"Are you Sunshine?" Ivan reached and tapped the man on his shoulder. The man only stirred slightly in his slumber, paying the adepts no mind.
"Wake up!" Garet marched forward and shook the man by the shoulders roughly, this time getting a response.
"What's your problem?" the man mumbled incoherently, blinking in the harsh sunlight.
"Are you Sunshine, the sword smith?" Garet questioned forcefully.
"Aye, and who might you four be?" Sunshine pulled a long glass bottle from behind his chair and took a few sips.
"We're looking for someone to reforge this sword," Isaac stepped forward, pulling out the two bundled pieces of the Darksword. "We were told that a sword smith in Yallam could restore it."
"What is the name of that sword," Sunshine sat forward in his chair, bringing the wrapped pieces into his lap.
"It is the Darksword," Isaac could see a flicker of recognition in the man's gray eyes.
Sunshine gave the broken Darksword back to Isaac and sat back in his wooden chair, pondering the thought. "I will look through my family's records to see if this is one of our swords. There should be instructions on the repair of it," Sunshine stood and limped slowly toward his home. "Come back tomorrow and I might have the answer."
"Thank you," Mia said nicely, as the four walked over to a nearby inn to sleep for the night.
Sol rose high over the mountains as the adepts strolled back to Sunshine's house. By the tome they made it there, Sunshine was already waiting for them, sitting in his old chair, looking through a small book. He stood as the adepts approached, anticipating their arrival.
"I will forge the sword for you, however, I will need something to produce a very hot flame," Sunshine opened the book to a page and showed the heat specifications to the adepts.
"No problem," Ivan joked, motioning to Garet. "We have our own portable volcano."
"We will start tonight then," Sunshine decided. "I wouldn't want all of Yallam to know that I am forging omnipotent weapons for strangers."
Sunshine once again turned, heading for his home. Secret thoughts of the high that forging weapons gave to him entered his mind after so many years of abandonment. 'Perhaps,' he thought, 'this will be the greatest challenge of my life.'
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All right, another chapter down the drain.
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Now for the reviewers' spotlight-
Lu Xun 88/ PyroDragon 88- I came up with an interesting (and original) weapon for Piers. I believe that Garet will get Excalibur. Thanks for the review.
The 8BTFreek- Daedelus is the human artificer, in Greek or Roman mythology. (I'm not sure which.) Isaac (with clothes on) + water = very wet Isaac. Of course he will get his good arm back. Too many reviewers would kill me if he didn't. Not only can we say 'expert pyrotechnics', we can say 'entire town burning down because Garet and Jenna are pyromaniacs. Thanks for the review, but what does ~MMIV~ mean?
Anime-Master7- Thanks for the review.
WildfireDreams- Thanks for the compliment and review on this and chapter 18 of AE. ^_^
luner- Thanks for the review.
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See ya'll next time.
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Now its time for Ivan's Adept Corner-
Ivan: (in an Australian accent): Now we have tracked the two adepts of Venus and Mercury, commonly know as Isaac and Mia to this spot to watch the most wondrous thing in the teenage world come to pass.
Isaac: I love you Mia...
Mia: I love you too.
(much kissing)
Ivan (still in an Australian accent): Next week we will investigate the strange rituals of teenage Mars adepts.
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I am back with the next chapter of AE; I hope ya'll enjoy it.
@_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@
Rekindle the Forge
A light breeze blew over the charred meadow, a calm interlude before the climax of the vicious battle. Valukar stood out, his bright red body largely unscathed while the adepts looked completely exhausted. The cooling zephyr stopped suddenly as they jumped back into the fray.
"Shine Plasma," this time no lightning rained forth from the sky as Ivan yelled.
"You fools have no energy left," Valukar sneered, showing that a few of his fangs were missing.
"We may be down, but we're not out," Ivan gasped, steadying himself on his staff.
"Don't be so sure of that," Valukar slammed his mighty hammer into the ground, sending ripples of energy outward.
An onyx circle formed within the waves, making two rows. Archaic symbols of power, life, knowledge, and courage molded from the burned landscape, with the crimson of power and the gold of courage shining the brightest. The remaining trees and ground trembled under the mighty read of a powerful being.
A mechanized god, that sat taller than the nearby mountains, rolled on monstrous treads toward the adepts. Its round brown armor opened on several spots, revealing a barrage of missiles all directed at the adepts.
"This is the spirit of the man I once called master, Daedelus," Valukar yelled despite the massive effort it took to keep the summon on the living plane. "Now attack them!"
The expected flurry of projectiles did not come however, as the behemoth turned to a new target, Valukar. The armor opened again, showing the teeth of the missiles.
"What are you doing?" Valukar demanded though he already knew the answer.
Rockets screamed from the brown encasing, flying directly towards Valukar. The meadow became a sea of destruction as each exploded in a maelstrom of fury. No sound was heard from the demon, except for his mighty hammer crashing to the ground, the only object spared from the carnage. Daedelus's form faded quickly, back to the universe of the gods.
"What was that?" Garet demanded, brushing the heavy layers of soot from his clothes.
"He finally took his revenge," Isaac murmured thoughtfully, pulling the summon scroll from Valukar's hammer.
"What?" the three others turned to Isaac.
"Nothing, don't worry about it."
The town of Yallam was a quiet and peaceful village, set apart from the rest of the world. Time seemed to flow slower in the midst of the history imbedded in the entire area, a lasting tribute to its beauty.
The adepts walked through the town, watching the children play in a nearby meadow as they crossed a small bridge. Further down, they could see Sunshine's hut, dark and gray with a man sitting in an old rocking chair outside. His black hair was ruffled around his round face, with an unfinished carving of a rabbit in his hand in his hand.
"Are you Sunshine?" Ivan reached and tapped the man on his shoulder. The man only stirred slightly in his slumber, paying the adepts no mind.
"Wake up!" Garet marched forward and shook the man by the shoulders roughly, this time getting a response.
"What's your problem?" the man mumbled incoherently, blinking in the harsh sunlight.
"Are you Sunshine, the sword smith?" Garet questioned forcefully.
"Aye, and who might you four be?" Sunshine pulled a long glass bottle from behind his chair and took a few sips.
"We're looking for someone to reforge this sword," Isaac stepped forward, pulling out the two bundled pieces of the Darksword. "We were told that a sword smith in Yallam could restore it."
"What is the name of that sword," Sunshine sat forward in his chair, bringing the wrapped pieces into his lap.
"It is the Darksword," Isaac could see a flicker of recognition in the man's gray eyes.
Sunshine gave the broken Darksword back to Isaac and sat back in his wooden chair, pondering the thought. "I will look through my family's records to see if this is one of our swords. There should be instructions on the repair of it," Sunshine stood and limped slowly toward his home. "Come back tomorrow and I might have the answer."
"Thank you," Mia said nicely, as the four walked over to a nearby inn to sleep for the night.
Sol rose high over the mountains as the adepts strolled back to Sunshine's house. By the tome they made it there, Sunshine was already waiting for them, sitting in his old chair, looking through a small book. He stood as the adepts approached, anticipating their arrival.
"I will forge the sword for you, however, I will need something to produce a very hot flame," Sunshine opened the book to a page and showed the heat specifications to the adepts.
"No problem," Ivan joked, motioning to Garet. "We have our own portable volcano."
"We will start tonight then," Sunshine decided. "I wouldn't want all of Yallam to know that I am forging omnipotent weapons for strangers."
Sunshine once again turned, heading for his home. Secret thoughts of the high that forging weapons gave to him entered his mind after so many years of abandonment. 'Perhaps,' he thought, 'this will be the greatest challenge of my life.'
@_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@
All right, another chapter down the drain.
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Now for the reviewers' spotlight-
Lu Xun 88/ PyroDragon 88- I came up with an interesting (and original) weapon for Piers. I believe that Garet will get Excalibur. Thanks for the review.
The 8BTFreek- Daedelus is the human artificer, in Greek or Roman mythology. (I'm not sure which.) Isaac (with clothes on) + water = very wet Isaac. Of course he will get his good arm back. Too many reviewers would kill me if he didn't. Not only can we say 'expert pyrotechnics', we can say 'entire town burning down because Garet and Jenna are pyromaniacs. Thanks for the review, but what does ~MMIV~ mean?
Anime-Master7- Thanks for the review.
WildfireDreams- Thanks for the compliment and review on this and chapter 18 of AE. ^_^
luner- Thanks for the review.
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See ya'll next time.