BLOOD MOON

a Golden Sun: The Lost Age fanfic by JetNoir

CHAPTER ONE

TO ENTRUST IS SOMETIMES TO ABANDON


"Have you heard about this cursed village?"

"Maybe you could do something about this village…it's evil."

"That village down south. They say its full of…werewolves."


Vault

As soon as the Mayor heard, he leaped out of his bed and out the house, with his pyjamas still on.

"What happened?" he asked, eyes widened with disbelief.

"I don't know!" his aide cried, "This is like a dream. Some game we played as children! It's supposed to be impossible!"

"Well obviously it isn't!" the mayor snapped, losing what little patience he had in the first place, "I want to know what happened. Exactly what happened!"

"The guard came to change this morning as always. He found the other guard lying on the floor in a puddle of blood, with the cell door open."

"So," cried the mayor, "we've let a murderer escape!"

The quest was half done.

Two of the four lighthouses had been lit.

Soon the seal of Alchemy would be broken, and the Golden Sun will rise.

But not today.


Garoh

People have always said that the mountains hold many secrets, but none can claim this more than the mountain that holds the small town of Garoh. Hidden from the world, rumour spread about it, whispered in the dark. A village hidden because of a reason. Because of a curse…

When four travellers came to town, they were scared. The cliffs were beautifully inscribed with pictures of wolves and men, then another of all wolves and a moon. When the real moon rose, all they could hear was frantic howling.

They learned the truth. Garoh is inhabited with people of the ability to change into wolves. This transformation is uncontrollable, and so once a month, if there are people in the town, the inhabitants must hide from the full moon.

People hate them. People fear them. If discovered, they would be destroyed – wiped out. What was so strange, was that that when they learned the truth, these four didn't mind. They were no longer frightened.

These werewolves weren't scary, or vicious brutes. They learned peace and respect with each other.

But what if a person was alone? What if they slowly began to change? To evolve? To revert back to a bestial nature.

This is going to be interesting…


Several miles from Garoh, The Mountains

The man had been looking for a place to call his own for some time. After hurriedly leaving the town called Vault, he craved peace, craved a new life, a fresh start. So here, in the magical mystical mountains, he decided to build a cottage, overshadowed by the dominating peak of Air's Rock…


Note: Hope you enjoyed that. This chapter was originally planned to be an adaptation of the full meeting in Garoh…but that ended up being twenty pages long, and very boring! So…next chapter coming up soon, and please review!

Disclaimer: Golden Sun: The Lost Age is copyright to Camelot / Nintendo; and the story to me. This story has been written on the understanding that you may read it and print it out; but you may not pass it off as your own, hire it out, or sell it for money. You also may not put it on your own or any other web page without my express written permission. Thankyou!

JetNoir