Something Worth Fighting For
Chapter One: Prologue
By: Black Demon567
'In war the is no one that is right,
There is only those who are left.'
Author's Note: Oh sweet Jeebus, I'm doing a war fic... a WAR fic...
Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun or Camelot.
An old man stood outside stood watching two children run towards him with bright smiles on their faces.
"Grandpa!" A little girl cried out. She was running quickly to greet her grandfather with a toothy smile to show her young age.
"Grandfather!" A boy whom was older then the little girl, yelled to the old man.
"Children! What a pleasant surprise! Where are your father and mother?" The grandfather gave a hug to each of his grandchildren. Before the children could answer another voice cut in...
"Right here. How are you, dad?"
"I'm fine son, thank you," the old man replied with a smile, his wrinkles creasing the sides of his mouth.
"Dad, do you think you could watch the kids? The wife and I have a bit of traveling to do."
"Ah, to where?"
"Imil." The son replied casually.
"I see." The grandfather replied, with a small smile. "Very well... I shall take good care of these youngsters here!"
"Thanks dad, you're one in a million." And with that the son left.
'One in a million...' The old man thought to himself.
"So, children... what would you like us to do?"
"Story!" The little girl smiled happily at her grandfather, "Pwease?"
"Yeah!" The older boy nodded in agreement.
"Well, I'm not sure if I know a story that you little ones would enjoy," he told them, placing his glasses at the tip of his nose.
"Tell us a story about love!"
"No, love is icky..." her brother said, placing his tongue out and wincing his eyes to show disgust. "How about violence?"
"No! Mommy says violence is bad!"
"Now, calm down you two." The grandfather placed himself in his comfortable seat in the living room. "How about both?"
"Both?" The younger girl asked.
"Yes, Rebecca. I know of a story that has both romance and violence." He smiled. "How is that?"
"Well, if it has violence then... okay!" The brother said happily.
"Alright then James. Now, Rebecca what do you say?"
"If... if you don't say too much about the violence." She then nodded and the grandfather placed his hands on his lap and began to think.
"Very well children," the grandfather stated. " I'll start this story off... a long time ago there lived a boy named Isaac."
"Isaac?"
"Yes, Isaac was only fifteen years old and one night changed the rest of his life..."
"How?"
"Well..."
A loud rambling came at the child's door waking him from his sleep, "Isaac!"
Someone's voice...
"Mom?" Isaac asked, but instead of an answer his mother, Dora, barged into the room.
"Hurry Isaac, get out of bed and get your clothes on." Quickly she searched through his drawers to find his tunic, his pants, and his yellow scarf, which had been given to him by his father. Dora threw his clothes to him, which he caught.
"Why?" He asked, taking off his pajamas and slipping on his tunic, then his pants, "What's wrong mom?"
"Isaac, please just hurry."
Placing his boots on, then wrapping his scarf his mother rushed him down the stairs to where his father stood. Isaac watched as every few seconds he would peer out the window with his sword held tightly in his hands. Isaac's eyes grew wide as he looked upon his father's grip on the metallic weapon.
"Dad...?"
"Sssh Isaac, they're here."
"Who is?" His father was about to speak when the door broke down and a few soldiers entered in followed by a cloaked man.
"Dora! Get Isaac out of here!" Kyle yelled, looking frantically at the cloaked figure and soldiers, and gripping his sword tightly, he lunged at one of the soldiers effectively deflecting his weapon and slicing the soldier's arm. "Go now!"
Dora quickly ran towards Isaac, grabbing his arm and almost dragging him out of the house through the back door as the child tried to hold back tears.
"Father!" His will and conscience were telling him to run back to his father and help him. He knew he would only get in the way, but he didn't care. Isaac wanted his father.
"No Isaac, don't worry!" Dora told him, still running, "Your father can hold his own!" Looking back, a golden light burned brightly through the house and it seemed as if the sun had appeared within its walls. "Kyle..."
"Mom!" Isaac cried, tears welling his eyes, "Please?" Looking back with blurred vision he saw his house explode, and let go of his mother's hand. The debris and smoke soon cleared with the wind passing through to reveal and Kyle and the cloaked figure with locked swords. "Dad!"
"Isaac?" Kyle turned to see his son running towards him, but then felt a sharp jab and looked down to see the cloaked man's sword thrust inside him. Kyle's eyes as well as Isaac's grew large as his father fell to the ground, his sword landing at his side. A golden light flew off into the trees.
"You should not have resisted," The cloaked man muttered, pulling his sword up to finish Kyle.
"NO!" Isaac screamed, crying with tears. His body turned to yellow light just like the ball of golden light that flew to the forest.
Dora looked at her son with fear as tears filled her eyes at the sight of her husband, and as she watched her son she noticed her body was paralyzed and she couldn't move towards him. Not only that but a powerful energy flew from him towards the cloaked man through the ground, exploding under him and hurling the man far away.
"Isaac!" Dora called out to her son, who had fallen to his knees. "Isaac!" Running towards him, she knelt down and hugged him tightly, crying with him. "Isaac, listen to me!"
"Dad..." Isaac cried out, his voice echoing over the sound of the clanging of weapons and fire raging from the town plaza.
"Isaac, listen to me!"
"...daddy..."
"Isaac, listen..." His mother trailed off, "I want you to go into the woods and hide. Take this with you." Once more like Isaac's glow, a light shone brightly on Dora's shoulder to reveal a small animal with big blue eyes, brown fur on the outside except for his stomach, which was tan. "His name is Ground. He is a dijjin and he will protect you whenever you call upon him. Ground?"
The small dijjin nodded in response.
"Take good care of my son." The dijjin nodded once more and hopped onto Isaac's shoulder and disappeared in a flash of bright light. "Isaac?"
"Mom?" Isaac asked looking up. His eyes were red from crying and his throat felt sore from screaming.
"Take care of yourself; I will stay with your father until the end." Dora told him.
Isaac could feel tears well up in his eyes once more, "No!"
"I'm sorry my son... but I have to," Dora began to cry also and hugged her son tightly, "Goodbye, I will see you soon. Now go."
"Yes, mom."
The young boy stood up and wiped away the tears from his eyes. Watching his mother and ran off into the woods.
"Good bye Isaac, I doubt I actually will see you in a short time, but I will sometime." Standing, Dora ran over to her husband, who held onto to his wound tightly, blood was splattered everywhere. She knelt by him and he opened his eyes and managed to crack a small smile.
"Dora?"
"Yes, hold on Kyle. I'm going to try to heal you..." Dora then concentrated her powers to her hands and pressed it upon Kyle's wound but it wouldn't disappear, "No..."
"It's alright Dora... no matter what you do, I will die."
There was a sound of armor and swords moving towards them but they couldn't hear it...
"No, don't say that!"
"Dora, I love you so much..."
"Kyle..." Dora whispered out as she watched her beloved husband's energy give out and his eyes close, "...I love you."
"How touching..." A voice said, "I think I might cry."
Dora, turned around and glared to see the cloaked man who had killed her husband, "You bastard."
The cloaked man grinned cruelly, making Dora's spine shiver.
"Ah, temper temper my dear. Now come over here without resistance and we might keep you alive." Dora's glare turned even colder and the man's grin grew smaller. Light flew from Dora's body and encased her in it, her hair flying out of its bun and her innocent face now wretched with anger.
"Over my dead body!" She roared. Her hands glowed with the same energy as she held them up and let go a fury of attacks.
"Kill her." The cloaked man said to his soldiers and then turned to walk into the forest.
Isaac looked back while he was running to see a golden light, similar to the one that destroyed his house enclose over where his house once stood, "Mom!"
He was about to turn back when he looked forward and banged right into another person who fell back. Rubbing his head, he grumbled and then stood up.
"Watch where you're going, punk." the other person said, standing up.
"I'm sorry... I just..."
"Isaac?" A girl's voice asked. Half ridden in the shadows stood a tired Jenna. Isaac looked at the person he ran into to see a boy his age with red, spiky hair.
"Jenna! Garet!" Isaac said in surprise.
"Isaac?" Garet asked. "Is that really you? Oh man, am I glad to see you!"
Before Isaac could speak another voice was heard, "Why have we stopped?"
"Stupid Garet ran into Isaac."
"Isaac's here? Why is he here?" A man with long, brown hair came into view.
"I don't know Felix," Jenna replied, "Why don't you ask him?"
"I'm here because my mother told me to run," Isaac said. Getting worried again he looked back to the remains of his house. The light wasn't there anymore. "I need to go save her!"
"So, that's what that light was..." Felix trailed off.
"Yes. It was Isaac's mother." The four of them flinched at the voice and looked to see a cloaked man standing behind a few trees.
"...Isaac? Do you know him?" Garet whispered to his friend.
"...No, but all I know is... run!" Isaac yelled, beginning to run to his left. The other three soon followed suit.
"Oh, so they want to play cat and mouse... very well." In a blink of an eye, he was gone.
"Who is that guy!" Jenna yelled out, looking back at the closely following cloaked man.
"I don't know!" Isaac said back, forgetting all that had happened earlier. All of a sudden he heard a gasp and he stopped to find Jenna on the ground clutching her knee in pain.
"Ow..." She muttered, now glaring at a tree.
"Jenna!" Felix ran over to her and slid to her stance, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine... I think. I only tripped on a branch."
Trying to stand up, she immediately fell down and screamed in pain, "Alright... it's worse then I thought."
"I'll have to have Garet carry you." Felix told her. Garet looked at him curiously and thought, 'But can't you do that, Felix?' His question was soon answered.
"What? No! Go!" Jenna said, staring at Felix's hand grasping his sword's hilt tightly, "Go Felix!"
"No. Garet and Isaac, you guys run," He said standing up and looking at his sister.
"But... but what about you!" Garet yelled back.
Tapping the hilt of his sword in his scabbard, "I'll hold this guy off as long as I can... now go."
"But..."
"Just go!"
"No, Felix! Come on!" Jenna cried out, desperately trying to grab him.
"Jenna, I have to." The auburn haired girl looked down sadly, and nodded. Garet, watching Felix's posture carefully, picked Jenna up.
She placed her head on Garet's neck and whispered, "Bring me to him." The spiky haired boy nodded and brought her to Felix.
Isaac stood there, not hearing what she said but Garet's eyes grew wide as he heard. Jenna then clutched onto Felix tightly and the older brother hugged her.
"I love you Felix... please stay safe." Jenna said to him. Then nodding to Garet, Garet held her tightly and began to run. Isaac remained though and Felix noticed.
"Isaac, go."
"No!" Isaac replied, "I can help you."
"Is..."
"Well, well... having a nice chat are we?" A familiar voice asked, "Shouldn't you be running?"
"Isaac, he's here. Run. Now!" Pushing Isaac in the direction that Garet ran, Felix drew his sword quickly.
Isaac stood there scared, but then took a breath and wished silently that Felix could hold him off, and then ran.
"Now... where were we?" The cloaked man asked, coming out of the shadows, "What's this? You wish to fight me, boy?"
"Yes."
"Foolish boy."
"Shut up!" Felix yelled, lunging at the man.
'Where are they?' Isaac wondered, running when he noticed that the path went downwards. It was too steep for him to stop and when he looked up he saw Garet holding Jenna while look down off the cliff. "Watch out!"
"Huh?" Garet said turning around, not ready for the impact.
Isaac, not being able to stop hit Garet and Jenna off the cliff along with himself and down into the cold flowing river. Quickly after hitting the water, Isaac swam upwards and gasped for bits of air before the current took Garet, Jenna, and himself down the river.
"Garet?"
"Isaac! Over... here!" Garet managed to gasp out, water splattering his face. He held tightly to Jenna who had become unconscious. Using one arm he was able to get to land. He threw Jenna over onto the ground gently and turned to see Isaac come down the river quickly. "Isaac!"
"Help me!" Isaac yelled out frightened.
Garet lunged outwards into the water and swam towards his friend when he heard the rumbling of something falling. Looking ahead he noticed something.
A waterfall.
"Shit." He breathed out, now pumping more power into his arms to reach Isaac. "Isaac, grab onto me!" Extending his arm to Isaac, he tried desperately to reach him. Isaac in turn managed to just grab onto his fingers.
With what little Garet could do, he pulled him close to himself but noticed they were to close to the end, "Isaac... we could really use some of your powers here!"
The Venus adept, nodding shot his other arm out of the water and a golden light formed. Out from a tree a vine grew and lunged itself into Isaac's hand. Concentrating, they were pulled in by the tree and their own strength upon to safety only a few yards away from the fall. Catching a breath, they soon ran over to Jenna and tried to wake her up but couldn't.
Knowing they couldn't do much, they decided was best to get rations.
"I'll go find something, you stay here with her," Isaac said. Garet nodding watched Isaac get up and walk off into the forest. Turning back to the other Mars adept, he sighed. In one night, he had to run and fear for his life so much... his stomach then growled.
'And miss dinner, too...'
Laughing at the ending sentence, the children looked to the windows and saw that Sol had gone down and Luna was coming up. Their grandfather smiled genuinely, "Come now, my grandchildren, it is time for us to go to bed."
"Aw, but I want to hear more! What happens to Isaac?" James asked intently.
"I think I shall save that for tomorrow, alright?"
"Aw... okay."
"I think Garet likes Jenna!" Rebecca said excitedly, "They sound like a perfect match!"
"You think so?" Their grandfather asked, "Are you sure?"
"Well... I'm not sure but... they sound so cute!" Rebecca almost screamed in excitement, "Do they fall in love? Do they? Do they?"
"I shall tell you sometime soon..." The old man yawned and stretched, "Come, let's go. These old bones aren't as good as they used to be."
Slowly walking up the steps, the man blew the last candle out and the children went to bed.
"So, Ground. Think I told the story like it happened?" The grandfather asked, entering his room. Soon, a small animal appeared on his shoulder.
"Almost. You forgot about Flint." The grandfather could almost see a grin as he too grinned. Another small animal appeared.
"Yeah, how could you forget about me?"
"I didn't forget; how could I forget anyways?" The grandfather asked, "Besides, that's a story I shall tell tomorrow." Getting dressed into his pajamas, he hopped into bed slowly, "Good night."
"...good night Isaac."
Author's Note: Wow, I actually finished a chapter! Jeebus Crisamos! Well, I'd love comments. Don't kill me for all those you think or know died! Sorry! Wow, I actually finished a chapter! Jeebus Crisamos! Well, I'd love comments. Don't kill me for all those you or died! Sorry!
Thanks to: :scratches head: Well... uh... a heck of a lot of people. You have no idea how much planning went into this tiny little fic. Thanks!
Author's Note: Kay, well if you liked the story or not... review please!