Disclaimer: I do not, sadly, own Golden Sun or any of its characters. I do not own the bits and pieces I am borrowing from Yugioh, either (This story was originally thought up as a Golden Sun/Yugioh cross over. I'll try to keep the Yugioh to a minimum...) Nor do I own the "Roleback" song used in the Walmart commercials. (You know the one I'm talking about) I'm about 95 sure that I own my own brain. Also, this is my first fanfic that I've ever posted, so I blame any mistakes on my lack of expierence. And... ah, yes, all the other characters in this story and the plot belong to me! If you steal them, I will do... bad things to you! evil laughter

Pairings will probably be as follows: Felix/Sheba, Isaac/Jenna, Ivan/OC, and possibly Garet/Mia.

Prologue: Down the rabbit hole…

Alanna danced out of the way as a bolt of black lightning slammed into her previous position, pointedly favoring her injured leg. Blood ran down her right leg in angry red rivulets, and every movement jarred the offending limb, sending waves of agony through the teenager's body. Definitely broken something this time, she thought glumly. Of course, the chances of there being a 'next time' were looking slimmer and slimmer.

She kicked a faceless mannequin into her opponent's path, hoping to stall for a bit of time, and maybe find a way out of the death trap that was the old, abandoned mall. Her adversary cut through the mannequin effortlessly with her giant black scythe, and Alanna shuddered, as if the doll's fate was an omen of her own. The scythe came down for her head as her enemy smiled a feral smile like a wild beast, her dead black eyes promising death. Too injured to dodge, Alanna decided to try something she hadn't dared to try in their battle so far, she raised her weapon in a desperate attempt to block.

Broken holy sword met cursed scythe in a shower of multicolored sparks, and, miraculously, Alanna's one-handed parry held against her opponent's double-handed downward swipe. Alanna was driven to her knees by the force, but the attack didn't go through.

"What did you hope to gain from that, Alanna Magdalena Keller?" asked the wielder of the scythe.

"This," Alanna snarled, ramming the bolt of lightning she had been charging for quite some time into her opponent's unprotected stomach with her free hand. There was a blinding flash and a deafening crack as the other woman was hurled into the air to land gracelessly in a pile of rusting and broken steel support beams and other construction items. Alanna brushed a clump of chestnut brown hair out of her face. She'd lost her hair tie somewhere in the struggle, so her hair hung in limp, tangled, sweaty mats down her back. As she struggled to catch her breath and glared pure, undiluted hate at the prone form of her enemy, she prayed to the goddess Luna that the filthy excuse for humanity wouldn't rise again. Using some of the last of her psynergy, she cast out her senses to see if her enemy was playing possum. No, the wretched, loathsome woman was well and truly unconscious, and had received several very serious injuries when she had landed, including at least two broken limbs and a punctured lung. "Blessed be Luna, I can finally finish her off…"

"Mistress Liriel!" Shouted a voice from somewhere on the first floor, echoed by several others. Alanna cursed her own stupidity for forgetting about Liriel's cronies. She had had three options.

Finish off Liriel and risk getting caught by loyal henchmen.

Flee, hope to hell she could find a mirror on this floor, and gate the hell out of this rat trap.

Drag Liriel along with her so she could be tried according to clan law.

"Screw clan law," Alanna sneered, limping over to her fallen nemesis and raising her broken sword over her head…

"There she is!" was the only warning Alanna got. She barely managed to throw herself to the floor quickly enough to avoid the barrage of spells that came flying through the door. Alanna counted one, two… five flunkies. Four too many for her to handle in her weakened condition…

"Blessed be Luna!" Alanna gasped. Lying on the floor not ten feet away was an intact mirror big enough to be used as a portal… If only she could get there in time…!

"Ready spells! Be sure not to hit the Mistress! On my mark!"

Alanna started to roll away.

"One!"

Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'… Alanna sang in the back of her head, laughing somewhat hysterically under her breath.

"Two!"

Keep that body Rollin'… She was actually going to make it out of this mess alive…

"Three!"

Rollin', Rollin', Rollin'… ROLEBACK! sang the crazy part of her brain. She felt the transition from concrete to glass. She was on top of the mirror.

"Four!"

"Sorry, gentlemen, but I win today," Alanna sneered.

"FIVE! Fire at…!"

It was too late. Alanna had vanished, leaving only the echo of her mocking laughter and the memory of a pair of gleaming silver eyes.

"Saranderish'Avalen," she said as soon as her entire body had fallen through the portal. The vague light of the portal winked out and she allowed herself to fall unchecked for several moments, imagining the screams of the underlings as the mirror exploded in hundreds of glass shards flying everywhere like airborne knives. Perhaps, if she was lucky, one of those knives would slit Liriel's throat…

No. That would be far too much luck for one day. Just be grateful you're alive… she told herself. She halted her fall and came to hover in the sea of inky purple blackness, called the Realm of Shadows by her people. She had always loved spending time in the Realm, one of the many oddities that had set her apart as a child, but this wasn't the best time to bask in the blackness. First of all, she had depleted almost all of her psynergetic energies in her fight with Liriel. Since the Realm was a dead plane, those energies wouldn't be able to replenish themselves until she left. Secondly, she had been wounded multiple times in her fight with Liriel. And those wounds were going to attract the monsters that lived in the Realm.

And since I left my dueling deck at home, I have no way to summon monsters to fight them, she thought bitterly to herself. Today's Mistake #17.

Now… a Portal that would lead her home so she could have her injuries healed and get some much-needed sleep… Rosemary had better be grateful. This is, after all, her fault…

She felt the disturbance of a portal opening and cursed eloquently in the Old Language. It hadn't occurred to her that Liriel's servants would find another portal so quickly. Luckily, they were fairly far away from her. Of course, distance didn't mean much of anything in the Realm. So, she did the only thing she could think of in the situation. She hurled herself through the nearest portal, praying to Luna that it would take her someplace relatively safe. And, preferably, somewhere on the same planet and in the same universe she'd been born in…

Felix held Sheba close as the coughing and compulsive spasms subsided. The attacks seemed to get worse every time, and more frequent. This, for example, was the third episode she'd had in two weeks. At least she didn't cough up any blood this time, he thought absently, stroking her short blonde hair away from her face.

Sheba's mysterious illness had started shortly after they had activated the fourth Lighthouse and returned to Vale to help with the reconstruction. It hadn't seemed too dangerous at the time, just a bit of coughing and a sensitivity to the cold. Things had escalated from there, and Sheba had grown weaker and weaker. Mia and Piers couldn't do anything to heal this mysterious illness.

Sheba was dying.

He'd promised he'd always protect her.

Now, if he wanted to keep that promise, he had exactly one option left. An option he truly despised.

With a world-weary sigh, he laid Sheba down on the bed and made sure she was properly covered by the sheet, before climbing down the stairs and exiting his family's newly-completed home. As he had expected, Jenna, Isaac, and Garet were waiting for him right outside.

"Felix." Dark brown eyes met light blue ones. "It's time, isn't it?"

"Yes," Felix sighed, spitting on the ground and laughing bitterly. "It's time for us to visit the Wise One once again.

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