BLOOD MOON

a Golden Sun: The Lost Age fanfic by JetNoir

CHAPTER TWO

THE FALL

Three Years Later

The mighty peak of Air's Rock glares over the lands of Oesinia, the gift – or curse, depending on your viewpoint – it holds, is still blown to the four winds.

The particles sweep upwards, trapped by fate, and are blown southward, towards the mountain range, towards the village called Garoh, and the small cottage built some miles away.

Cottage of the Moon, nr Garoh

The sun beat down fiercely as Jaden lifted the heavy axe locked securely in his large hands above his head, and brought it down with a tremendous thud! The object below was split firmly in two, the axe buried deep in the ground. Jaden bent, and picked up the two split pieces of wood, and threw them unceremoniously into the basket at his feet. It was three years to the day since he had first arrived here, and the peace he found was soothing. His previous life had not been pleasant, and so the building of this cottage was symbolic of him building a new life, piece by piece.

Sweat dripping down his forehead, he let the axe fall to the floor, and raised his head to the sun, letting its glorious rays bathe his face. Yet after a moment, he sighed, and bent to collect the split wood, and started to clean the blade of the axe.

His life was good, it was simple. The only people he saw were the occasional travellers and merchants. He grew and caught his own food. Everything was perfect.

Almost everything.

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As the sun slowly began to set, Jaden shifted in his seat. Something was wrong, he felt sick. Poisoning? Some bad herbs swept into the stream? Not uncommon…but no. This was different. The feeling soon passed though, and he settled back down.

Feeling sleepy, the fire recently set blazing, Jaden fell asleep as the Sun dropped below the horizon.

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Desert stretched out towards infinity, the hot sun beating down on all directions. Hot sun…no, two suns. Jaden was confused…how'd he get here?

The sand was soft beneath his feet. Feet. He was wearing nothing on his feet, and it seems he wearing a simple cloth robe. Nothing else.

Looking around the desolate wasteland, he groaned. Surely this wasn't real.

The growling started, and Jaden started to turn.

It was a Wolf.

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Jaden screamed and woke up. The moon was high in the sky now, a perfect orb. Jaden screamed again, but didn't know why he was screaming.

Pain. Excruciating. It ripped through his body, searing and merciless. Jaden jerked onto the floor, shaking and writhing.

He looked at his hands, to see them shrinking, and…and fur was sprouting. He felt his face, and fur met fur.

He shrieked, meaningless words spilling randomly out. He felt nothing but fear.

In no time at all, his transmogrification was complete.

The Jaden Wolf ran frantically out the door, scared, terrified, unsure and unknowing.

The moon still hung high in the sky.


Note: I apologise profusely for the long time it's taken for me to get this chapter up, it's been tricky to write. I promise to get chapter three up much quicker. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it, and as always, 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