Chapter 1 - Prelude
Author's Note: This story is NOT based on an actual DS game, or on an actual Golden Sun game or rumor (that I know of), and is entirely based on a concept plot I concieved while making an outline of what a DS GS game MIGHT be like. As such, this plot is in no way based on any work of Camelot outside of the original two games for the Game Boy Advance.
Note that this is NOT AU: this is a fan continuation. I am aware this is a fanfiction site, but due to what seems to be confusion among some readers, I am stating that the following is simply my idea of what the story of a GS:DS (or GS3, or whatever you would call the next one) would be like.
And on that same note, I do NOT own Golden Sun, Golden Sun: The Lost Age, Camelot, Nintendo, or the scenarios or characters within the two games. I do, however, claim the phrasing of words in this story as mine. If you are unaware of what this means, the way in which I tell this story, the words and the order in which they are used, and the plot is FROM MY OWN MIND, AND NOT ANY ONE ELSES. This is the only time I will say this, as the disclaimer is only truly required on the intro page.
With the above being made clear, I have also made absolutly sure that this story follows guidelines to the letter.
And now, on with the story. I hope you enjoy it.
Throughout the existance of the known world, the most deadly foe was time itself. Saying this to a common being would earn you a strange look, the lable of a lunatic, or just being dismissed as a strange outlander.
It is this dismissal that has proven most deadly. As time travels, stories are told, of grand battles, of the beginning of the world, the discovery of the elements, the building of the towers. As time travels, stories became commonplace, and people thirsted for newer stories, differient stories, stories that were something else.
And, as such, people twisted the stories, telling them with differient details, often exaggerating or twisting the truth, or even replacing it with fiction. This process would be repeated constantly, until the masses rejected the stories as legend, myth, or lore.
And here is where time itself comes in. As time moves, the stories are lost, and as time progresses, the tales are lost or mistold, and lessons of old are lost. One wise sage once spoke a phrase that conveyed the wisdom behind combating time:
"Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it."
The sage who spoke these words was ignored as always, for he had already recieved a lable for being wierd, troublesome, and even accused of poisoning the mind of the young. Ironic that he would be instramental in saving the world.
At least, that was what the thoughts were at the time.
The removal of the seal on Alchemy was acutally a sound idea, when one considered the reasoning behind it. But one thing that no one on Weyard ever realized was why their world began to shrink, why their civilization began to crumble. The reasons behind it were lost ages before them, and even if they had known why the world was dying, they were without the technology or knowlege to combat the threat.
The world that was Weyard both praised and cursed those that broke the seal that had existed for a time longer than any family line could be traced. The names, in particular, were on the tongues of many: Felix. Isaac. Jenna. Ivan. Mia. Others names were spoken, as well, one of which, ironically, was unknown by many but said with sorrow by a small group:
Alex.
It is ironic, this last name, for the common tales of its owner were of treachery, of betrayal, of evil. Said to have been thirsty for power, hungry for conquest, willing to betray those that loved and trusted him. It was even said that he longed to obliterate the world.
But a select few knew the real truth behind the man who owned the name. These few knew why he manipulated the praised ones into doing their tasks, why he seemed to be loyal one second and a traitor the next. They dared not speak of his true mission, for fear of being hunted down for one reason or another.
Time again struck, as ages past. The world returned to a peaceful state. Cities formed alliances. Old ways became forgotten, as new practices were being viewed as common place. Alchemy was common in the sudden surge in Adept population.
Yet no one realized that a change had started. Thanks to advanced foresight by its designers, the change was only noticable if one were to observe the sky for several generations, and even then, it was barely noticable. Even at the very edge of Gaia Falls, one could not see the differience.
That is, unless one fell off the "edge," and someone knew what they saw and fell after them.
Weyard, the once-dying world that had seemingly been reborn, was about to be reunited with its origins.
Weyard was about to return to the very place that gave birth to it, that created the massive hulk of land that so many had called their own world.
Weyard was falling.
End of Chapter 1
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MIKAA