Disclaimer: I like Golden Sun. I really like it a lot and that's why I'm devoting my time and energy to this story. I don't own the characters. I don't really even own the computer I'm writing this on. So… I own nothing.

AN. I haven't actually played Golden Sun in a while but I remember the characters and I like them. So I thought up this story and am writing it. If there are any discrepancies between my story and the game get over it and enjoy. If you like it you should tell me about you liking it. If you think it sucks, keep it to your freaking self and blow me. With that said… goodnight and enjoy.

Golden Sun: The New Age… Chapter 1

His golden hair matched the rising sun as it peaked over the mountain. A cool air blew through the trees as Isaac continued forward. His eyes radiated with a calm shine, and his mind was clear of any troubling thoughts. A warrior is ever vigilant. A warrior is determined. He focused on the task ahead. He knew of his enemy. The battle would be decisive and difficult. He would win.

He carried his sword in his hand as he hiked up the hill. Had he passed the border yet? He didn't know, nor did he care. Patience. They would come soon enough.

He saw a flash in the corner of his eye. A quick movement. They were here. Two swords came from nowhere and he struck them both away with the scabbard of his own blade. There were four of them, two preparing to strike again and two waiting behind tree's for the correct time to make their move. The first two attacked again a stab and a swing. Isaac moved to the right dodging the one blade and countered the second.

Their movement was quick, but so was his. He dodged and countered, still having not drawn his sword. Suddenly he saw an opening and lashed out with his foot. The kick hit the attacker hard in the chest sending the black masked man slamming hard into a tree. The other attacker winced as Isaac's fist connected with is jaw. The man fell back as another punch sent him to the dirt.

Like clockwork as the last of the two fell the others lunged from their respective trees. Isaac saw it coming. "Move," he said quietly to himself concentrating his psyenergy on the stones that was under one of his would be assaulter's feet. The rocks slid from under the man's foot and he went stumbling to the ground. Isaac moved quickly ducking the swing of a sword and grabbing the fallen the body up. The body crashed into the only man with a sword and they both collapsed to the ground.

"So how'd I do?" he asked expectantly, to no one.

"Damn," one of the men on the ground muttered as he rolled on an elbow. "Ouch."

"Damn, ouch from Drayson… anyone else?"

"Errg," another said pulling his mask off revealing a bloody nose. "You didn't even take out your sword!"

"No need," Isaac replied helping another to his feet. "You guys hit hard though. Hard and fast. I mean man! When you first attacked… for a second there I thought you had me Oren"

"Didn't help us any," said the one with bloody nose. "Dammit you hit hard!"

Isaac smiled, and then stopped suddenly. "What about Shen?"

"You knocked him into that tree over there. Pretty hard too. I don't think he's waking up anytime soon," Drayson said nursing his arm.

"Ouch…" Isaac said sympathetically.

The man's body had hit the tree rather hard and was lying limply against the bark. "He'll get up eventually," Wai said cracking his neck to the side.

"I suppose."

"Well Isaac, I think you're about ready for the Colosso."

They began to walk back to Xian.

-Garret marveled at the immensity of the place and at the beauty as well. Tolbi was surely a large city. He cracked his neck and pulled his travel bag over his shoulder. He made his way onto the cobblestone road and into the clamber of the hundreds of people wandering the streets in excitement of the Colosso. The vendors selling tickets, and merchandise; blacksmiths hammering away fixing metal, making weapons and tempering swords; it all brought a familiar feeling of happiness to Garret. For some reason the smell of the battle had always invigorated him. He walked along through the crowd with a smile on his face. "Sir, would you like to buy a calendar of the events scheduled before the Colosso?"

Garret turned his head to see a fair-haired woman smiling at him from behind a merchandise stand. "And what would I need that for?" he asked with a grin looking into her blue eyes.

"I had supposed you would enjoy knowing when the fights would take place. We have some great talent coming in to Tolbi for the Colosso. You do know about the Colosso, right?"

"Yes, of course I do."

"Well then maybe perhaps you would care to buy a ticket to the event?"

"No thank you, but on second thought I'd like to see one of your calendars."

"Of course sir," she said handing him over a calendar.

Garret opened it up and looked over the fighters and there scheduled times to fight. "It looks like my first match is tomorrow at noon," he said still looking down at the piece of paper.

"What, sir?"

Garret pulled out a pen, and signed his name on the calendar. He gave the paper to the woman. "I hope I'll see you at noon."

"I wouldn't miss it, Sir Garret," she said with a cute grin.

Garret smiled to himself and continued on his way to the palace.

-The two sailors watched as the people got off of the boat. "The Colosso always brings 'em in," one said to the other.

"No kidding. Hey wait look at that one!" he said pointing at a purple robed female walking down the gangplank.

"Wow… she's a beauty."

"Ma'am can I help you with your bag," the sailor said as the girl passed.

"Yeah, me and my friend here could escort you to the nearest inn. O' course unless you have a reservation chances are slim that you're getting in."

"Uh huh. Do you have a reservation ma'am?"

The girl lifted her head to look at the two men walking along side her. "No, I can't say I do."

"Then where are you planning on staying ma'am? Me and my friend have a place—"

"Thank you for you're thought, but I do have a place to stay."

"Where?" said the sailor.

"The palace."

"Hah, you're a funny one. Only fighters in the Colosso can stay in the palace."

"I know."

"Then what are you trying to say?"

Sheba looked at them from under her hood and smiled at each of them. "Why don't you tell me?"

On the coast winds tend to change directions, speeds, and strengths. Suddenly the air pressure between the two sailors increased and both blew off the pier. As suddenly as the wind had come up it left, and the blonde beauty continued on her way to the Tolbi palace.

-Felix stared out into the night sky. She was here. He could feel it. He smiled. He would see her again.