By Mikaa
Chapter 1 - Introduction
(WARNING - THIS IS IN NO WAYS AN AUTHOR'S NOTE - I AM SETTING UP THE BACKGROUND TO THIS STORY, AS WELL AS MAKING CLEAR THE ORIGINS OF THIS STORY, CLARIFIES HOW TO CONTACT ME ABOUT "PROJECT NEO," AND COVERS THE DISCLAIMER. THIS IS A LEGIT DOCCUMENT TO INCLUDE IN THIS STORY, AS IT MEANS I DO NOT HAVE TO WRITE THE DISCLAIMER EVERY TIME, AND THAT I WILL NOT HAVE TO REPEAT EVERYTHING EACH CHAPTER. DO NOT REPORT THIS, AS IT BREAKS NO RULES. THANKS FOR FOLLOWING THE CODE OF AND MAY YOUR MIND RUN WILD IN DREAMS...)
To all readers of my prior works, I apoligize. I have had too many events keep me from continuing prior stories, and hope to not have events prevent me from stalling this story. I appreciate the interest people have had in seeing me continue my works, and hope that this story appeases your expectations.
Also, for those curious, this story was inspired by a project I have concieved for a video game currently titled "Project Neo," a generic title I give to a specific game design that has a general plot, story elements, game engine, concepts, and abilites. Project Neo, as of this writing, is currently under wraps in terms of the details, as I do not want any specifics released yet, but I can state that the current target system is either the Xbox 360 (mainly due to the required hard drive and sheer power) or the Nintendo DS (assuming my concept Hard Drive Cart is realistic).
Yes, I have kind of dragged this along a wee bit, probably annoying some and boring others. However, note that this fic is only derived from a general concept found in the early phases of Project Neo, and is in no way related to any project that Nintendo, Microsoft, or any other game developer may have, and is in no way related to my acutal Project Neo, outside of a few general ideas.
Finally, I do NOT OWN GOLDEN SUN, NINTENOD, MICROSOFT, AN XBOX360, OR THE RIGHTS TO THE NINTENDO DS. The before mentioned Project Neo IS my creation, and because I wish to keep the rights, I will not list the specifics for either it or my concept of a DS Hard Drive Cart on this site. Do not contact me (even by review) to ask for details; as long as I might make this into an actual sellable product, I will not take the risk of it being released from my grasp) for details, as I will not provide them outside of what is found already or that I deem able to be revealed.
And now, to the story.
Because no one really cares about me.
His eyes burning with eons of fury, Isaac surveyed the vast fields of smoke, the bellowing pillars of fire visible through the few holes in the sea of floating pollutants. Though not even he could see it, he knew that below the fires towered beams of metal formed in such a way, one would almost think that they were grown. It was understandable to think this, he mused, given that many of the original builders were melted and fused to form the shell of the world, melted by some long-lost civilization.
Lore had it that the surface of the world was made to keep the planet's power sealed, to prevent the destruction of the world or some conflict. Yet, despite this, Isaac had tapped into that power, had unleashed the power of the elements and unleashed his true purpose. Before, he had been a simple being, created as yet another cog in Ardway's constantly meshing gears. Yet he had found a way to the core, he had found ancient towers of power, found a power of unimaginable power.
He had become a Guardian.
That was long ago, long before the towers produced enough fire to cover the shell over the world. But it was worth it, for within the factories that produced the fire and smoke were his minions, beings forged from the ancient quarries and soil below the world shell, infused with ancient technology, capable of slicing most metals without a care.
And soon, soon they would leave this exhausted world. True, the smoke could be removed with time and effort, but in the time it would take to remove the smoke and then recharge the ancient factory cells with the power of solar energy, they could conquer other worlds.
Turning to the portal, he smiled. Whoever hid the towering rock had obviously meant for noone to find it. Yet, the impossibly smooth stone, covered with ancient runes and scars that somehow appeared yet were not there, shone with its ancient power, a power once belonging to the World Masters, the ones who built the World Shell and buried Ardway away.
Spreading his metalic wings and scraping away the light coat of soot from the well oiled arm attached to his body, Isaac looked below the mountain, below Mount Dulif, the site of his ancestrial home, center of his once-beginning empire.
Home to the end of the world known as Weyard.
Mikaa, Lord of the Nova
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