Disclaimer: Golden Sun I do not own, yes.
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Now its time for Ivan's Adept Corner-
Ivan: Now we have here, iditus iotis, commonly known as Garet.
Garet (burning random things.)
Ivan: We have to be careful to keep our distance or...ARRGH.
Garet: Shorty burn!
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I really think I should get rid of those two...
Well, what are you waiting for, start reading!
Oh, yeah random faces are scene separators.
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The Cursed Blade
Night fell over the sleeping town of Yallam, masking the five who stood outside Sunshine's house. Even Luna was blocked out when Ivan flashed lilac, calling forth a flurry of clouds.
Without a sound, Garet and Sunshine walked into his house, leaving the other three outside in the storm, waiting. Inside the small room, on the burning forge, the Darksword sat, glowing eerily in the presence of the rainstorm, perhaps anticipating its revival.
Lightning flashed as fire burned, constantly heating the iron furnace. Thunder rolled with each strike against the blade, forcing the pieces to regroup. The speed of the slamming matched the velocity of the maelstrom brewing without, trying to beat the rain.
Luna set as Sol rose, though none could see him through the dark clouds. As if on cue, the rain started its gentle torrent, just as Garet and Sunshine stepped from the boiling heat of the forge, the fires of accomplishment in their eyes, but frowns on their faces.
"What's wrong?" Isaac asked Garet, noticing how shaken he was.
"Nothing," Garet sighed exhausted, but he changed his decision when he saw the worried looks on his friend's faces. "It's just that the sword seems to suck all the energy from you, that's all."
"Indeed, this is a cursed blade," Sunshine spoke, his voice slightly raspy. "The wielder must possess a great will to live to even touch the hilt."
From behind his back, Sunshine produced the completed Darksword, wrapped back in its packaging. "Return after you defeat whatever you have to with that sword. I will have a few surprises ready by then."
The adepts said their goodbyes to the master smith, and hiked out of Yallam to their ship. Soon they were out on open water, ready to find the last two of the summon guardians, and lay the mighty Duhallan to rest.
Babi's ship sailed swiftly through the waters of the Eastern Sea, trailing slowly northward. Day slowly turned to night as Sol set and Luna rose. Soon, darkness enveloped the surrounding sea, forcing the adepts to stop for the evening.
-_-
Soft moonlight played over the long deck, bathing it a urethral glow. Ivan sat in the middle of the deck, watching the light dance in rapture. Memories of a dance he had shared in Tolbi flowed through is mind, a night he would never forget.
The light dimmed suddenly, snapping Ivan from his memory. He stood up, searching around the deck for any intruders; however, a thick fog blinded his eyes. Ivan carefully stood, feeling completely blind, but the problem was quickly solved.
"Reveal," the world about him faded to shades of gray, the mist dissipating. Ivan rushed down to below decks, not wasting a second of his time.
Isaac, Mia, and Garet soon walked out in the night air, each yawning lazily. Their tired eyes soon sprung open though, when they looked into the sea of mist surrounding them.
"Where are we?" Garet's head whorled about franticly, feeling completely trapped.
"We must have been drifting north since we went to sleep," Mia reasoned.
"Didn't you put the anchor down Garet?" Isaac turned to his friend.
Garet's eyes widened in realization, before he tried to look as innocent as possible, "I thought Ivan was supposed to do it!"
"Well, we are stuck in the mist until it clears," Mia stopped all arguments. "Let's just keep drifting until we clear the mist."
The other three nodded in agreement, leaving their fate up to the sea, as they slowly drifted through the mist, ever northward.
~_~
Isaac sat by the helm, holding the wrapped Darksword in his lap. His left hand itched feverishly, his hand rubbing the packaging. An unusual thought entered his mind, as his hand roved over the covering, his mind focused on the blade.
'It wouldn't hurt to take a look," he thought curiously. 'I must make sure that the blade is okay.'
Isaac's hand slowly tore into the packaging, starting at the hilt of the dark blade. His fingers stopped however, as it pulsed maliciously. His left hand instantly jumped from the hilt as if on fire.
"What is this?" Isaac dropped the wrapped sword to the ground, staring at it in horror. "It's like the sword sucks my very soul away."
Isaac's mind however, was still under the influence of the malevolent blade, as his hand once again reached for the hilt, but not before tearing off the rest of the covering. He hoisted the Darksword up high, its long blade piercing the air, and gazed at the corrupted beauty of it.
Archaic markings ran in the center of the long sword, each pulsating a darker shade. They trailed down to the red hilt that seemed to seep blood. Isaac could feel a gripping despair force itself into his heart as he held the blade, Acheron's grief was now his burden to bear.
O_O
A soft crash awoke Mia from her light slumber, waking her in a flash. She scanned her dark room, looking for the source of the noise. A second clatter form above beckoned her attention, this time much louder.
"Monsters," Mia whispered, reaching under her bed to grab her mace. Quickly she rushed up top, ready for a fight.
) ^(-_-)^ (-_-) ) ^(-_-)^ (-_-) ) ^(-_-)^ (-_-) (- _-) ^(-_-)^
Well, that was a good chapter, filled with weird twists.
Isaac: You made me power hungry...
No, I made a point that the Darksword is cursed. Anyways, when did you get back?
Isaac: Just a few minutes ago.
Then start the reviewer's spotlight, freeloader.
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Reviewer's Spotlight-
khmerboi919- Mine is the Sol Blade (very cliché.) Thanks for the review.
The 8BTFreek- It is a lot more powerful than its game counterpart. I want to illustrate that all power carries a price. Thanks for the review.
PyroDragon88- They still have two more guardians before they reach Duhallan, Sentinel and the mystery guardian.
Piers's weapon is a top secret until the group meets them.
They will get to the lighthouses eventually, and I am working on a way for the two groups to meet. Thanks for the review.
Anime-Master7- Thanks for the review.
WildfireDreams- Thanks for the mythology lesson and review.
Now its time for Ivan's Adept Corner-
Ivan: Now we have here, iditus iotis, commonly known as Garet.
Garet (burning random things.)
Ivan: We have to be careful to keep our distance or...ARRGH.
Garet: Shorty burn!
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I really think I should get rid of those two...
Well, what are you waiting for, start reading!
Oh, yeah random faces are scene separators.
@_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@ @_@
The Cursed Blade
Night fell over the sleeping town of Yallam, masking the five who stood outside Sunshine's house. Even Luna was blocked out when Ivan flashed lilac, calling forth a flurry of clouds.
Without a sound, Garet and Sunshine walked into his house, leaving the other three outside in the storm, waiting. Inside the small room, on the burning forge, the Darksword sat, glowing eerily in the presence of the rainstorm, perhaps anticipating its revival.
Lightning flashed as fire burned, constantly heating the iron furnace. Thunder rolled with each strike against the blade, forcing the pieces to regroup. The speed of the slamming matched the velocity of the maelstrom brewing without, trying to beat the rain.
Luna set as Sol rose, though none could see him through the dark clouds. As if on cue, the rain started its gentle torrent, just as Garet and Sunshine stepped from the boiling heat of the forge, the fires of accomplishment in their eyes, but frowns on their faces.
"What's wrong?" Isaac asked Garet, noticing how shaken he was.
"Nothing," Garet sighed exhausted, but he changed his decision when he saw the worried looks on his friend's faces. "It's just that the sword seems to suck all the energy from you, that's all."
"Indeed, this is a cursed blade," Sunshine spoke, his voice slightly raspy. "The wielder must possess a great will to live to even touch the hilt."
From behind his back, Sunshine produced the completed Darksword, wrapped back in its packaging. "Return after you defeat whatever you have to with that sword. I will have a few surprises ready by then."
The adepts said their goodbyes to the master smith, and hiked out of Yallam to their ship. Soon they were out on open water, ready to find the last two of the summon guardians, and lay the mighty Duhallan to rest.
Babi's ship sailed swiftly through the waters of the Eastern Sea, trailing slowly northward. Day slowly turned to night as Sol set and Luna rose. Soon, darkness enveloped the surrounding sea, forcing the adepts to stop for the evening.
-_-
Soft moonlight played over the long deck, bathing it a urethral glow. Ivan sat in the middle of the deck, watching the light dance in rapture. Memories of a dance he had shared in Tolbi flowed through is mind, a night he would never forget.
The light dimmed suddenly, snapping Ivan from his memory. He stood up, searching around the deck for any intruders; however, a thick fog blinded his eyes. Ivan carefully stood, feeling completely blind, but the problem was quickly solved.
"Reveal," the world about him faded to shades of gray, the mist dissipating. Ivan rushed down to below decks, not wasting a second of his time.
Isaac, Mia, and Garet soon walked out in the night air, each yawning lazily. Their tired eyes soon sprung open though, when they looked into the sea of mist surrounding them.
"Where are we?" Garet's head whorled about franticly, feeling completely trapped.
"We must have been drifting north since we went to sleep," Mia reasoned.
"Didn't you put the anchor down Garet?" Isaac turned to his friend.
Garet's eyes widened in realization, before he tried to look as innocent as possible, "I thought Ivan was supposed to do it!"
"Well, we are stuck in the mist until it clears," Mia stopped all arguments. "Let's just keep drifting until we clear the mist."
The other three nodded in agreement, leaving their fate up to the sea, as they slowly drifted through the mist, ever northward.
~_~
Isaac sat by the helm, holding the wrapped Darksword in his lap. His left hand itched feverishly, his hand rubbing the packaging. An unusual thought entered his mind, as his hand roved over the covering, his mind focused on the blade.
'It wouldn't hurt to take a look," he thought curiously. 'I must make sure that the blade is okay.'
Isaac's hand slowly tore into the packaging, starting at the hilt of the dark blade. His fingers stopped however, as it pulsed maliciously. His left hand instantly jumped from the hilt as if on fire.
"What is this?" Isaac dropped the wrapped sword to the ground, staring at it in horror. "It's like the sword sucks my very soul away."
Isaac's mind however, was still under the influence of the malevolent blade, as his hand once again reached for the hilt, but not before tearing off the rest of the covering. He hoisted the Darksword up high, its long blade piercing the air, and gazed at the corrupted beauty of it.
Archaic markings ran in the center of the long sword, each pulsating a darker shade. They trailed down to the red hilt that seemed to seep blood. Isaac could feel a gripping despair force itself into his heart as he held the blade, Acheron's grief was now his burden to bear.
O_O
A soft crash awoke Mia from her light slumber, waking her in a flash. She scanned her dark room, looking for the source of the noise. A second clatter form above beckoned her attention, this time much louder.
"Monsters," Mia whispered, reaching under her bed to grab her mace. Quickly she rushed up top, ready for a fight.
) ^(-_-)^ (-_-) ) ^(-_-)^ (-_-) ) ^(-_-)^ (-_-) (- _-) ^(-_-)^
Well, that was a good chapter, filled with weird twists.
Isaac: You made me power hungry...
No, I made a point that the Darksword is cursed. Anyways, when did you get back?
Isaac: Just a few minutes ago.
Then start the reviewer's spotlight, freeloader.
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Reviewer's Spotlight-
khmerboi919- Mine is the Sol Blade (very cliché.) Thanks for the review.
The 8BTFreek- It is a lot more powerful than its game counterpart. I want to illustrate that all power carries a price. Thanks for the review.
PyroDragon88- They still have two more guardians before they reach Duhallan, Sentinel and the mystery guardian.
Piers's weapon is a top secret until the group meets them.
They will get to the lighthouses eventually, and I am working on a way for the two groups to meet. Thanks for the review.
Anime-Master7- Thanks for the review.
WildfireDreams- Thanks for the mythology lesson and review.