Oh. My. God. People actually like my story! And they like it enough to put it on their favorites list!(Faints from sheer joy)

I will try to update regularly. (For example, I was going to go to bed. Then I read the reviews and decided to finish this chapter instead.) (OOOH! Figured out how to put in POV breaks! And here was me, thinking that little button was for underline or something...)

By the way, what is a Mary Sue? I think it's an OC that falls in love with a character from… whatever your fic is based on. Am I right? (never could really be sure when I was reading other fanfic, because there was never more than a passing, flame-type mention of them)

Chapter One: Luna and Sol

"I see you have finally decided to return to me for advice, children," the Wise One commented telepathically, its single eye fixing them with its unblinking glare. Felix had to force himself not to grit his teeth at the sound of amusement in the Wise One's 'voice'. "It is because of the girl called Sheba, is it not?"

"Yes," Felix replied civilly, as Jenna stomped on Garet's foot to keep him from making a stupid comment. Much as Felix hated the Wise One for what it had done to his parents, if it could save Sheba, than he would do anything.

"Than I have mixed news for you, children. I do know what ails Sheba. However, I am unable to aid her myself." Felix gritted his teeth. "She was created from the power of both Light and Darkness, and has the ability to wield the powers of both. Her illness stems from that ability, for the conflicting elements, left unchecked, will consume one another, destroying her body in the process. She might be able to obtain the power of Light by herself, but to gain any mastery over the darkness, she will need a teacher, an Adept of the Lost Clan…"

"What are you talking about?" Felix demanded.

"I sense another quest on the horizon," Garet muttered. Jenna kicked him in the shins to shut him up.

"Hmm… how to explain…"

"In the ancient times of peace the world was ruled by the Six Great Clans. The Fire Clan, the children of Mars, the Earth Clan, the children of Venus, the Wind Clan, the children of Jupiter, the Water Clan, the children Mercury, the Phoenix Clan, the children of Sol, and the Dragon Clan, the children of Luna.

"When the ancient war broke out, the six clans, each a separate nation with different strengths and weaknesses, allied against one another in a struggle that threatened to destroy our very world. The only thing we do know about this ancient war is that it centered on some conflict between the Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan.

"When the war continued for years without ceasing, the Ancients decided that anything would be worth ending the war. At this point, the Phoenix Clan came up with the concept of sealing away the power of Alchemy. However, when their plans became public to the other five clans, the Dragon Clan protested, saying that the price of ending the war in that manner was too high."

"And they were right," Garet muttered, "Stupid fools, sealing away the lifeblood of Weyard to end their petty squabbling…"

"Like you should talk," Jenna hissed, hitting him lightly over the head with her staff

"Ahem. Seeing as the people of Vale are the descendants of the Phoenix Clan, I don't see where you have room to judge, Garet. Now, as I was saying …"

"The Dragon Clan pleaded with the other clans to seek another path to reconciliation, but their pleas fell on deaf ears. Seeing that nothing they could say or do would change the minds of the other clans, the Dragon Clan called upon their dark powers and fled Weyard, the land they had sworn to protect. However, they did swear by Luna herself to return should the other clans ever… 'repent of their folly and unbind our beloved homeland'. They also aided in my creation before leaving… but once the seal was placed, the Lost Clan was never seen nor heard from again. Those few that did stay were struck down by plague or the elements, as if the very land rejected them. Within a single generation, the Dragon Clan was no more in the land of Weyard, and the ways of the Darkness were lost with them.

"It sounds like the Dragon Clan was very powerful." (And probably evil. They DID help to create the wise one…) Felix said evenly. "But you said so yourself that they all disappeared when the seal was placed on the power of Alchemy. How is this going to help Sheba?"

"But the seal has been broken. Since it is, the Children of the Moon will likely return. You must find them and convince them to train Sheba."

Felix inhaled sharply. "What will happen if I don't find a Dragon Clan Adept?"

"Then Sheba will be torn to pieces by her own power from the inside out. It is one of the most painful deaths an Adept can die, and one of the slowest."

"Then I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Felix growled. The Wise One said nothing, but Felix got the distinct impression that it was smirking at him.


Cool. Damp. Hard. Where the hell am I? Alanna wondered to herself as she forced her eyes open and dragged herself to her knees. She felt like every inch of her skin stung. But what the hell

Glass. She was sitting in a sea of broken glass. On the wall next to her was what looked like a mirror frame. Did I cast the Portal Breaker again? she wondered. Silly thing to do from this side of a mirror… Then her eyes registered her broken sword sticking out what looked like a wooden mirror frame, buried to the hilt. Oh. Well, at least that stops them from following. The fact that the sword had gone through several inches of solid rock didn't bother her. It wasn't the first time such a thing had happened. Now, where in Luna's name am I?

Stone walls surrounded her, as well as crates that seemed to be filled with various trade goods. The only light came from a hole in the thick wooden door…no, a tiny window. The flickering light was… torchlight, perhaps? Which meant she was underground, or at least in a place with no windows. And she had trashed the only easy escape route. Today's Mistake #18. Or maybe the first mistake of today. I still have no idea how long I was unconscious. So… where the heck was she? A store room? Hmm…then why was the floor damp? Shouldn't a store room be dry?

She touched her damp cheek. Her fingers came away red.

Aaah… it appears I was hurt a lot worse than I first thought… she realized numbly. And then she realized what was stinging so badly. Hundreds of cuts from flying glass. She looked down at her feet, and the huge pool of crimson that had ruined her light blue jeans and her favorite violet blouse. I was going to need to throw this stuff out anyway, she consoled herself, trying very hard not to think about how she'd survived after losing so much blood. Heather was still going to kill her, though. At least this time, she hadn't been wearing clothing borrowed from her twin. She could still see Laurel's glare…

Off-subject. Very off-subject. Priority one: Get outside. Or better yet, find another mirror. Moving gingerly so as not to reopen her wounds, Alanna pulled her sword out of the wall and returned it to its proper resting place – hanging on a leather rope from her neck. Then, with equal caution, she made her way to the door and pushed lightly against it.

Locked. And bolted. From the outside.

She could have screamed in frustration. Luckily, she knew of at least one way out. But could her body take it without passing out again?

"Guess I'll just have to find out the hard way," Alanna muttered as she started to charge a basic Plasma spell.


"…van? Ivan, wake up!"

"Gah!" yelped the blonde-haired teenager, falling from his perch in the half-finished house's support beams, barely getting a grip on his psynergy quickly enough to stop the fall. His older sister Hama tsked in annoyance.

"Honestly, Ivan! You can't just fall asleep like this! You could have gotten hurt!"

Think. Some way to placate his sister's motherly instincts. Yes, he'd fallen asleep. Hadn't he had a dream? What had it been about? Something… silver…

Silver eyes?

"… and are you even listening to me?" she growled, exasperated.

"No," he replied honestly. There wasn't any point in lying to another wind Adept… she'd know instantly. That couldn't have been a vision of the future. And there's no point in telling Hama about it if it's not… she'll just get excited for no reason…

"I… oh, I've gotten sidetracked. Listen, Felix and the others want to see all of us. They've found out what's wrong with Sheba."

"Really? That's a relief. As long as… it is curable, right?" he asked, noting the worried look on Hama's face.

"That is what we need to talk about," Hama sighed.

Nope, don't like that tone AT ALL.


Sorry the Wise One's history was so long. Yes, I am aware that I have taken some liberties with the original history of the war that ended the Golden Age. Yes, I know it was long, but it needed to be in there. Is Hama one or two m's? I need to get the original Golden Sun game back from my kid sister and replay for reference. Ivan and Hama feel drastically OOC. Of course, it IS almost midnight. That might have something to do with it…