A/N: Here's a recap
Alex was trapped on Mount Aleph when it collapsed. There, he discovered the science behind the Stone of Sages.
He manipulated time, and exhausted Felix's body at Venus lighthouse. Thus, Felix never made it to the aerie before Isaac.
He never had the argument with Saturos, meaning that time wasn't wasted. Because time wasn't wasted, Saturos was able to cast the star in before Isaac showed up. They fought, and naturally as a team, Isaac won.
Before he could accept defeat, Saturos used Sheba as a bargaining chip, threatening to throw her off. Felix lost his temper, and there was another fight.
Thus, in all the chaos, Saturos and Menardi resorted to a fusion, though accidentally, they were too close to the beacon, causing a natural disaster as fire and earth collided. Afterwards, when Isaac was losing, things took another turn for the worse, involving a freak accident with the Mars Star…
Chapter 2 Act 1: She was Nameless
Post Fusion Dragon…
The young girl stroked Isaac's hair from his forehead, and rested her dainty fingers upon his still arm. A concerned look was on her pouted, cute face, for Isaac had been unconscious for a time.
"Um… Is he staying here with us?"
There was a long pause, silence sharply piercing Isaac's ears. His eyes were shut, yet light seeped through the lids. "…. No, the boy Isaac must return… This is not his place, nor will it ever be."
The girl's brow lowered, as her gaze reached up from Isaac. "So he is to return!" she answered in approval. She continued, looking down at the boy that lay motionless in front of her. "Is he to return, and find Felix?"
He took notice of her question and averted his gaze. He had picked up on her feelings toward the situation, and had known that she wanted him to answer yes.
"Isaac will proceed upon his own discretion, … and upon the day break following the moon's old face, …he will awaken."
Disappointed, she concluded that it was his way of saying no. Her hands left Isaac, as she laid them to rest on her lap. She continued to kneel, but her eyes began to search the empty light all around.
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Pre Twilight Quake...
The sound of calm waves as well as the smell of the fresh sea air filled the admiral's senses. A stream of sunlight fell through the soft, cotton-churned clouds, and lit the ship's deck.
Piers shielded his eyes from the rays of the sun, as he spotted the golden beacon through the mist and upon the horizon. He had left the confines of the Lemurian mainland, and was bestowed with a task entitled to him alone, a world's burden upon his shoulders.
"Could that be a lighthouse beacon?" he announced, still staring at the golden flash of light. His ship rocked up and down with each shove of the water, bobbing the head of the vessel in drifting bumps.
The boat began to rock, as the crash of waves far off grew louder. The peacefulness of the Eastern Sea soon became eerie and dark, as clouds became flat, sunlight still leaking. However the sounds of the current grew louder, as well as the squalls of flocking seagulls becoming worrisome.
The Lemurian scrambled up the ladder to the ship's nest, and looked beyond the deck, to the far reaches of the east. He had clearly seen it through the mist, a grand wave that swept the entire sea…
XXXXX"Kraden, you must hurry!" Jenna yelled to the old man as they ran to Idejima. The elder of the two had stopped, his hands falling to standing knees.
"I am sorry my child," Kraden responded, reaching for his chest, " that last man scared me out of my wits end" Jenna bit her lip as she rested both wrists on her hips.
They were soon interrupted as the golden beacon became lit. "Well, better early than late I suppose. I see my brother had no problems in lighting the beacon." Jenna continued to smile, fingers clasping the collar of her dress.
She had come to the conclusions that Isaac hadn't caught up with the others…
XXXXX"Ma? What is that?" The little boy tugged frantically on his mother's apron, both of them standing in their doorway, looking southeasterly toward the distant beacon.
"Get inside sweetheart," the woman patted the boy's bottom with the back of her hand, barely giving a glance at the golden light. The distant, southeastern light distracted many of the Suhallan townspeople, though she was more pre-occupied with the image of a traveller.
The foreigner looked odd, even if she were a warrior or merchant. Short-cut, maroon coloured hair slipped out from under her hood, as she walked with grace; crimson cape flowing out from under her brownish robe, swooping at her footsteps.
She had barely any belongings with her, carrying only a small purse slung over her waist, too small to hold any real supplies or necessities.
Her voice was raspy, yet carried a civil tone, as the words she whispered were spoken to the thin air—it was obvious that she had been thinking aloud. So many thoughts plagued this lone traveller. Thoughts of the family she left behind, her family yet to find… Questioning thoughts of self worth, pride, and determination was all she knew in her travels alone.
As she gazed further at the golden beacon so far away, she swore that regardless of what all others thought now, she had to find them…
Her oath was interrupted, as the distant beacon blinked twice, then faded into the red flame. She presumed that there was an explosion atop the lighthouse, for the fire was grand, so sudden that even the sound of cracking stone did not follow, until seconds later in an ominous delay. The blaze formed into the image of a captured sunrise above the lighthouse peak.
"Get inside! Women and children first, quickly!" Everyone took heed of the unseen alarm, running to the confines of any nearby house. Only the traveller remained, silent as ever, as if a ghost among the chaos.
A gust of wind flew down on her, loosening the knot she had on her robe. Her hood was thrown back, the brown drapery sliding off her slender physique. The robe was carried with the wind, yet she stood her ground with ease.
The ruby-maroon of her hair matched her eyes, slightly concealing the peach colour. Two side bangs framed her face on either cheek, while the complexion of her face turned apprehensive, the corners of her ears slightly lifting.
"I pray that the Proxians I search for were not there…"
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Alex stood there staring at the red light, the soldier's collar still in his grip. The Tolbian had already fallen, yet hung there at Alex's knee, waiting for his beating to continue. Alex relaxed his hand from the fist it was and let the man fall back to the ground.
All the other soldiers surrounding him backed off, some even dropping their weapons as they witnessed the Venus lighthouse ablaze. The wind picked up, throwing the sand into the air and onto the clothes of all the men. Tolbi soldiers littered the alluvial boundaries of the desert, most of them soaked from head to toe, though there hadn't been any body of water around. Nearly half of all the men had been struck down, most of them dead.
Yet all of it was forgotten, as each and every eye was fixed on the red light. Alex grew worried, forgetting all the soldiers.
"I must take my leave gentlemen; consider yourselves lucky…" he spoke, as he dusted some sand off his shoulders. He began to walk off in the direction of the lighthouse, towards the dark skies. None of the soldiers stopped him, or in fact noticed the young Imilian leave the battle unfinished and unharmed.
XXXXXPost Twilight Quake…
Post Chapter 0…
Night had fallen.
The forest was endless, the treetops swooping in haunting lows, reaching down to Isaac. He was covered in blotches of his own red blood.
Isaac fell in fatigue, collapsing to his knees, and then to all fours. Tiny blades of grass tickled the softness between his fingers, so thick and plentiful under his weight. There was another flash, as the silence of the wind became roaring.
A dragon roared in the night, swooping over the trees. Thousands of leaves turned to ember, floating like cherry blossoms in the night. Each one was blood red, as they danced in gusts around Isaac, and then turned to a nightly black.
And there she was… the keeper of Isaac's heart. She smiled at him amidst the tranquil blossom petals, as they continued to dance in the spring-like wind, a dreamy white all around.
"Could it really be you? But the lighthouse…"He sprang for her, only to stop abruptly, as the image of a white clad knight took the girl's stead, and lunged at Isaac in turn. Isaac was completely in awe by the identity of this warrior; and as he stood there, preparing himself to be pounced on by such a gallant figure, the image changed yet again, this time into a blur of brown.
A Forest Wolf ambushed Isaac, his own blood smearing on its fur. It's jaw set into his shoulder, locking into bone.
As the two collapsed, three Oak trees followed, crippled in shards of wood as they snapped in a flash of light—taking the wolf straight into the arms of death…
"My, my… very stupid," a new, dispassionate voice echoed into his dreams. Red eyes locked onto Isaac's stare, and then there was nothing but silence from this stranger.
Isaac awoke gently, dreary still.
The afternoon sun painted the walls of the room, warming him under all the comforters. The blinds of the windowsill were fully opened, no wind entering. Isaac laid there in a large bed, eyes slowly gaining focus. He began to notice the dresser by the window, as well as the vase full of yellow flowers. They were all in full bloom, radiating in the bright sunlight. The vase was white, with small brown horses painted all around.
He continued to look around the room, noticing his scarf hanging on a chair at his bedside. His under shirt was there too, as well as his belt and an empty mythril bag. The scarf too, glowed in the beautiful sunlight, much like the flowers
The blankets were at his chin, and slightly began to chaff at his neck. One of them was wool, a winter's comforter that found its way into the room by accident. He noticed then that most of his body was bandaged, his shoulder, his side, as well as his head. Some of his golden hair poked out on the sides, small clumps hanging out of the white of the band around his head. His right eye was also covered up.
Isaac couldn't remember how he had gotten here. Miraculously, he was not dead. He sat up, hearing people talk below. They were having a conversation, as he presumed. He got out of bed, searching for his boots. He quickly slipped into them, and stood firmly on the hardwood floor.
"Oh my," a young girl said, spooking Isaac a little. She seemed to be a year or two younger than him, and was blushing slightly at the young man. "Maybe it would be better if you went back to bed. My mom will be finished mending your clothes in a while."
Isaac realized that he had made her uncomfortable, wearing only his under shorts and boots. He quickly slipped off the boots from his feet, and slowly returned to the bed.
"Wait," he said before she closed the room door.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I shouldn't have just walked into your room like that. I had thought you were still asleep, and was just checking up. Next time I'll knock." she smiled, peeking through the doorway from outside in the hall.
"How did I get here?" he asked her.
"Hmm?" she was startled by his question, raising both eyebrows at him. She quickly brought them down, replying, "You were brought here by your travelling companion."
She quickly clapped both hands together, remembering something important.
"Which also reminds me, my father was asked that you were kept in bed until her return. It was a hefty tip she gave us, which was why my mom decided to return the favour by repairing your clothes. It was your traveling companion who addressed your wounds"
"Who?" Isaac asked in confusion, staring out the window.
"Stay in bed." the girl trailed off, as she adjusted her headband and then closed the door behind her.
Isaac sat under the blankets, still looking out the window. He began to pinch at the white cloth around his head, still wondering what the girl meant by travelling companion. He could hear the birds chirp outside, as well as the towns people go about with their daily lives.
He closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose. His mind wandered off as he found himself thinking of the past few days. He began to think of Garet and Ivan, and even began to hear their voices in his head. The last thing he could remember was all of them huddled around the secret entrance of the lighthouse.
He had remembered all the Laliverian workers at the metal doors, and how Ivan tried to negotiate their status with Feran. He remembered himself and Mia debating on using psynergy, and how Garet just stood there arms crossed in front of the entrance. He sighed as he continued to think back.
Mia. His thoughts were interrupted as he saw the mental image of her running towards him…
In fact, that was the last thing he remembered before waking up now. He had no idea why he was so badly injured now, but had gained new hope that maybe the others were with him. Maybe Mia was with him. Maybe the others had brought him here, and tended to him while he was passed out. Expectation within him grew, as he got out of bed once again. The room's door began to open for a second time, as Isaac just stood there.
"Please, my companion, what did she look like? Do you remem…" he began to ask.
A different woman entered. She was not the same girl as before, and she had not been Mia. She looked far more different, and carried a serious face. She looked up at him, but did not make eye contact as she left the door slightly ajar.
She walked to the other side of the bed and reached for the chair. Isaac's belongings were lifted from it, and dropped to the cushions. The woman looked up to Isaac, red eyes still serious. Unlike the other girl, this one wasn't embarrassed or uncomfortable with Isaac only wearing under shorts. It was not as if she liked him, it was just that she couldn't be bothered with his appearance.
She dragged the chair behind her, and took a seat looking out the window. She sat there in the sun, brisk light draping her.
She had short hair, and a bright cape. Her eyes were a varying red, and her skin had a hint of violet, somewhat matching her attire.
The door squeaked a little, for it was still left slightly open. She just sat there though. Her legs were crossed, the top leg slowly bobbing up and down, arms crossed as well. Isaac walked to the door, looking back at her once more. Her breathing was slow, folded arms moving up and down.
Isaac closed the door, staring at the knob. The slightest of smirks was heard.
"Most people would have left," she said, strong eyes staring at him now.
"Most people can't afford the most expensive room at this inn. In fact, many people wouldn't have been strong, or sympathetic enough to carry an unconscious stranger back to Lalivero…. I recognize this inn now."
"I suppose it was quite the journey," she said, "I only arrived here upon day break."
"For that I am indebted to you. But how did you find me? Were there any others?"
"I saved you from a wolf attack last night, and as far as I know, you were alone." The women didn't even sympathize with the sad look on his face.
"My name is Isaac." Isaac stood there, waiting for her name in return. It never came. She quickly changed the subject.
"I've also purchased the room next to this one. It's smaller, but still decent enough. You can move there. However it's been paid for only one night. I myself am leaving tomorrow." she continued to sit there, returning her stare to the window.
"That is more than kind of you, but…" Isaac looked to his possessions sprawled on the bed and felt guilty as he realized he had lost his money.
"I don't expect you to compensate for the purchases, I noticed that you don't have any money." she said, inspecting her nails to check if they were clean.
"I can't allow you to do all this for me with nothing in return"
"Its quite fine," she sighed " but maybe you could answer me this: Why were you lingering in the woods near the lighthouse ruins?" Her eyes became sharper, as she studied him for a response.
"I don't know why…" Isaac said shakily under his breath. He hadn't really known why, but it was as if he had forgotten something.
"No one has journeyed near there since the quake, all except a young girl in this town." she pressed on, waiting for another response.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that the people in this region are afraid of getting too close. They believe that the tower was the cause of the earth quake."
"Then why were you there… and what do you mean by quake?" Isaac asked, grabbing his undershirt.
"I'm… looking for someone… It seems as if you know less than I had initially thought." she sighed, standing up. "When your clothes are brought up, you're on your own" She walked towards the door, not giving him another look.
"But…" Isaac could sense the disappointed aggravation from her tone, as he realized then that she sought information from him—of which he had no idea of. He felt a guilty, that he wasn't able to repay the favour. He was somewhat worried that maybe now she would think that it was a waste of time saving his life.
The quiet sound of the doorknob's turn was heard, Isaac looking up just in time to see her disappear in a flow of crimson.
The door remained open as she left, leaving Isaac half naked before the innkeeper's daughter once again. The short girl stood there in the hall with his folded clothes. This time however, she was stunned, blushing with mouth slightly open.
"…"
"…"
"…"
sigh…
XXXXX(A/N: though towns look small and simple on the screen, I decided that in this fic they would be larger and more intricate, when applicable. It would be as if the people in Camelot decided to make their GS town appearances simplistic for the game boy advance)
A hefty merchant grazed Isaac's side, slightly putting him off balance.
"Excuse me boy," he said with a jolly laugh, slapping Isaac's back.Another merchant broke out into laughter, accusing the latter of having eaten more than his share of food in his lifetime. Both began to laugh, two others joining as well. The conversations soon continued to personal hygiene, and then lead to an argument as to who had the best prices on carpets.
The market place of Lalivero had become overcrowded since Isaac's last visit, filled with strange merchants, gamblers, and squatters of every kind.
Isaac was spooked again as the same merchant bursted into a furious laugh. The adept bit his tongue, annoyed at his current handicap. His eye was still covered up, leaving him blind on his right side, and at the mercy of any thieving pickpocket. Still the same, he made his way nimbly through the crowd.
Isaac had sold his mythril bag, as well as a few herbs and potions. They had been liquidated for a decent price, all except the herbs, a few of which had been crushed in his pockets. He had enough money to buy some food, as well as some extra in case of emergency. However Isaac still hadn't a lot of money.
He was upset that his friends were nowhere to be found and that he was the only one alone that night in the woods. He wanted nothing more than to search for them now.
"Those were good findings young lad. Now go fetch your brother and have him buy the last thing on the list. I will be over there buying fruit. Return to me when you are done, and then we'll pick up Jenna."
Isaac stopped abruptly in the middle of the crowd, as his head flung in search of the one that spoke. He had clearly recognized that voice, remembering it from a long time ago.
Isaac stood firm where he was, regardless of the few pressing forward on his back. At the last second, he saw an elderly man standing near the weapons and supplies house. The old man walked the market grounds, separating himself from the massing crowds.
He was distinguished by his furry brow, which was thick and grey on both sides, much like his beard. However he seemed different, his forehead larger as his hairline had receded. He bore upon himself a cane, yet still walked swiftly. He had two bags hooked under his right elbow, both of equal size.
"Kraden…"
Kraden stopped at the edge of the market place, upon a small fruit stand ran by a young girl, hair held back by a bandana.
Isaac walked to a market stand across from the old man, studying him carefully. Kraden sorted through the various fruits, making small talk with the owner. Isaac saw her laugh a couple of times, humouring the old man as he finally chose a few items to purchase.
Another merchant screamed out his wares, his voice drowning into Isaac's right side. The adept quickly spun on the man, completely startled and caught off guard.
"Excuse me" another spoke deeply, slightly shoving against Isaac. The man was tall, with a long face and drooping hair. Not once had Isaac noticed the pickpocket steal his bag of coins…
Isaac was growing annoyed with the newfound popularity of the Laliverion market, and felt relived as he watched Kraden stroll towards a few houses. He quickly made his way through the crowd, pursuing the old man.
Isaac watched him as he walked; it seemed as if he was making his way to the town's centre. He caught up to him, yet still maintained distance. It soon came to a point in which he had to take action, as he realized Kraden was about to call out to his colleague.
The young Earth adept quickly grabbed the scholar by his shoulders, and directed him into an alley in between two houses.
"What is the meaning of this?" Kraden waved his forearms in circles, cane following. "How dare you! If you are a thief then I must disappoint you, I have nothing of value."
Isaac turned Kraden around, and leaned him against the wall. "You have nothing to worry about, just relax!"
Both Kraden and Isaac were taken a back by the young man's slight loss of temper. Kraden however, was even more surprised at the fact that he was standing before Isaac after so long.
"I… Isaac. Is that you? Could this really be you? But it has been so long. Where have you been?" Kraden clearly expressed his shock and loss at this dilemma.
"Well it's me, and it is good to see you again. However we must act quickly. Please tell me that was Jenna in the town centre!" Isaac peeked over Kraden's shoulder, slightly glancing at an impatient girl standing next to the obelisk. "It had to have been…
I've found her…and Kraden."Is she with Felix? And where are Saturos and Menardi?"
"Saturos? Menardi? Oh my, what has happened to you? Your eye, is it still there? You look as if you've been through a horrific ordeal." Isaac's head began to throb with Kraden's last question.
"Where are your companions? Weren't there others with you?"
"Stop!" Isaac quieted the old man, his migraine growing. He sighed under his own breath, hands pressed against the wall to Kraden's side.
Kraden put a comforting hand on Isaac's shoulder. He was staring at the boy, whose face was concealed by his golden bangs.
"What happened at the lighthouse?"
Isaac's face whipped up from hiding, his eyebrows clearly showing his puzzlement. He smirked abruptly, nose wrinkled and eyebrows still low.
"We didn't even make it to the beacon! How am I supposed to answer that when I wasn't even there? So many people keep asking me about the lighthouse…"
"Isaac, didn't you pursue Felix and the others to the aerie?"
"No… We did make it to the entrance though. I remember walking in and preparing to enter the lighthouse. From there it's a blank. By dusk I found myself lost in the forest, nearly dead. Fortunately I was saved before I passed out, and brought back here to Lalivero. There was a nameless woman—it took her all of last night to bring me back here."
Kraden was taken a back by all that he had said. He continued to look at Isaac with curiosity, as to whether he was really serious. Kraden began to stroke his beard, other hand still resting on his cane.
"This woman that you speak of, you say that it took her all of last night to bring you here, to the nearest town?"
"Yes, I spoke with her this morning. She hadn't told me her name, but had made it clear that she found me early last night."
"And you remember nothing before that?"
"No."
"Isaac my boy, I need you to think hard for me. Are you absolutely sure?" Isaac peeked over Kraden's shoulder once again, barely having heard the question.
"Kraden she's leaving! Quickly tell me where Felix is, or Saturos and Menardi … no, more importantly where is Feran's daughter? Kraden I need you to go after Jenna. From there, I will protect you all, as soon as I find Saturos."
"Isaac…"
"I don't know where my friends are, but I've been alone before, during Collosso. If I have to, I can hold my own. I'll take on Saturos first, then Menardi. Alex will be another problem…"
"Alex is gone…" Kraden stopped him from talking, as he made Isaac face him, gently shaking the adept's shoulders.
"He's gone?"
"Yes… he left a couple of weeks ago. He had said that there were rumours of warriors to the far east, lead by a strong man with divine powers, according to the talk among merchants. We suspect that it's an adept. Alex had hoped that it was Felix, which was why he left both me and Jenna so suddenly."
"A few weeks ago you say… and Felix is gone as well? How exactly did he make his way to the far east?"
"Felix is gone, as well as the others, for some time now."
"But then… that doesn't add up? Did they abandon you?"
"We suspect that they all died atop the lighthouse. At least I believe so, though that is most unfortunate to say. Jenna on the other hand has travelled out to the lighthouse every day in search of anyone. She has been most determined these past few months. What can I say, she loves both you and her brother very much, and refused to admit your deaths."
"Kraden?" Isaac quickly dismissed the scholar's ramblings. "Stop with all this nonsense. We must act quickly!" Kraden didn't know what to make of the situation, as he kept on avoiding the inevitable…
"Maybe you should rest for a while; in fact you can return with me to Feran's house. Lalivero may have become overcrowded with outsiders recently, but Feran would still be kind enough to welcome a friend of mine."
"But Kraden," Isaac was annoyed at the way the old man wasn't listening, or even taking the situation seriously. "What about the lighthouse. I've noticed no light whatsoever. Does that mean that the beacon has not been lit? If so I must return… That's it, I understand now! My companions may still be there, trying to stop the beacon from being ignited! I must leave quickly!" Isaac stated
"There's no way for the beacon to be lit again…"
"What are you talking about? It's as if you speak of things I know nothing of…"
"Jenna will be happy to see you again. She has spent every night worried about the others." Kraden sighed, "I remember the first week she cried to herself every night, only to have her hopes renewed in the morning, as she would set out. I remember when I asked her to accept your deaths and move on, simply because it had been so long a time that passed. She was so stubborn and temperamental."
Isaac stood there, observing the oddness Kraden displayed.
"Nowadays I spend my time humouring her, to avoid any arguments. In all honesty I didn't want to remind her that Felix was gone. She's so innocent. But now! Yes but now, you have returned alive! Though you are not her brother, she will still be glad to hear that you're alive, and for the most part well!" he concluded, looking Isaac up and down, then questioning what he had just said. "Plus you need your rest Isaac,"
The adept listened intently, something of which he hadn't earlier in the conversation.
What am I missing here?
And then it hit him, the inevitable question dawning on him with demand. He had to ask, regardless. In fact, it had struck him so swiftly that even doubt hadn't stopped his query.
"Really Kraden, what is it you're not telling me?"
Kraden removed his spectacles, slowly cleaning the lenses with a handkerchief from his pocket. Isaac had finally put all the pieces together, and Kraden took in a deep breath, preparing himself to become the messenger of ill news.
"Isaac, you've been missing for three months…well, roughly three months. We haven't seen anyone from your party, and Saturos' group has been missing as well. We've gone out in search parties time and time again, but have found no clues as to where any of you had gone. The people of Lalivero have searched hard, but refuse to go anywhere remotely close to the lighthouse. Thus, after all these weeks, we merely presumed that you had either died atop the lighthouse in a struggle, or was killed when the lands ripped to shreds."
The young adept fell back to the wall, confused in shock as a few trembles escaped, running down his hands.
"Shortly after the beacon had been lit, it extinguished. In a few flicks of light, it turned red, and was replaced by a grand inferno. It burned the lighthouse terribly. A grand wave swept the Eastern Sea, and had reached the shores of Gondowan by daybreak the next day." Kraden said in a serious tone. He lifted his glasses above eye level, inspecting them again for smudges. "However the wave never hit land…" he sighed, bringing down the spectacles to inspect them from another viewpoint. "They called it the Twilight Quake, an earthquake so great that it tore through the lands like a knife through butter. It was the factor that extinguished the lighthouse fire."
So that was what the woman meant—the quake…
"The earth quake was truly terrible, as it occurred both on the lands, as well as upon the seabed, according to observations. The Twilight quake was so powerful, that even the waters were changed, resulting in a backlash or repercussion of the tidal wave. The tides had traveled southward into a swirl, and continued on back east." he sighed, taking in a deep breath. Kraden was speaking as slowly as he could, trying not to make things any worse for Isaac "Returning to the topic of the quake, a fissure can be found near the lighthouse, stretching on for miles."
"Did Alchemy unleashed do all this?" Isaac inquired, wondering as to whether his suspicions were correct.
"Maybe…" Kraden briefly chuckled to himself, " in fact, the lighthouse stands at the edge of the newly made pit, barely clinging on. Directly below it, according to our studies, is the epicentre of this fault line."
"The fissure, how long is…" Isaac couldn't even finish his question, still distraught in his own right.
(A/N: you may want to consult a GS map for this next part)
"It begins a few miles south of Lalivero, and continues south into parts of the sea. It has even uprooted new formations of land from the seabed, as explorers have found tiny islands south of the lighthouse, containing dead sea creatures and various corals. Quite interesting, though it is sad to say. From there, the fissure line split the continent of Indra completely in two. It entered into the Bay of Daila, near a small village town, and travels further through, according to ours maps, a small temple, and onwards into the Dehkan Plateau."
Isaac turned his back on Kraden, stunned by such a catastrophe.
"It hadn't stopped there… merchants from the south have informed scholars like myself, that the fissure traveled even further, back into the Eastern Sea, then straight into the north-western edges of Osenia, ending at the mountain range before Yampi Desert… However land sections of this earthly crevice have filled with sea water, making things even more unimaginable…there's even a river channel in between the two halves of Indra"
Isaac lost track of the conversation as he saw Jenna walk directly in front of him, seeming somewhat lost. She unknowingly passed them, looking for Kraden.
"Come, we can talk more about this later. Look, there's Jenna. Let us go,"
Kraden began to call out the girl, only to have Isaac quickly turn on him, shoving his palm over the old man's mouth.
"Quiet Kraden!" The scholar stared at him as if offended, then realized that Isaac had other intentions. "She…Kraden, she must not know that I am here…"
A/N: IMPORTANT! In case you were confused, a fissure is a large crack in the earth, like a narrow canyon. I'm not gonna say much more, so just move onto the next chapter. Give me a review though!
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