Okay, it's been awhile since I last updated. I had a lot of schoolwork. But I'm caught up (for now) and updating while I can.

Ivan: For shame, you should get ahead in your work. Your grades might start slipping.

My grades are fine and...wait, when did you get here?

Ivan: Just now, they finished pumping my lungs. Now I shall taunt you a second time!

Floating Skull, if you would please?

Flt. Sk.: Not now, Floating Skull must create new attacks or else the Floating Beam shall become redundant.

True. Anyway, I won't be doing the muses in bold anymore, too much unnecessary work.

Ivan: Lazy.

That's it! DRAGON CLAW!!!!!!!!

Ivan: Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!

Well, that's that. Anyway, I don't own Golden Sun.

Floating Skuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuull!!!

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We once again join our heroes in Vale, where our favorite longhaired guys are arguing like crazy.

"I'm telling you, Piers, the crater next Contigo was caused by Jenna that time you bumped into her and didn't apologize," said the brown haired one with a ponytail.

"No, Felix you idiot!" said the blue haired Lemurian. "The crater was caused by one of the flaming monkeys that shot out of the Lamakan Desert a couple years ago."

"Didn't Garet's sister do that?" asked Felix.

"Yeah, anyway, it was too dark to tell when Jenna got mad, so the crater could've gotten caused by either one," replied Piers.

"Look," said Felix sternly. "Jenna got mad and incinerated you, but several giant fireballs went flying towards Contigo. When we got there the next day, a giant smoldering crater was there."

"So what?" said Piers. "That crater is always smoldering, it doesn't mean that it was recent. Why didn't we ask the villagers what was up?"

Felix gave a heavy sigh. "We did, everyone just stood in shock. No one said everything. But on plus side, everything was free!"

Piers shook his head, "Now I know they weren't spooked by fireballs. Something else scared them, but what?"

Felix and Piers went into a state of deep thought. And surprisingly, with this pair we can actually say that both of them were thinking. Wat up with dat?

"I've got it!" shouted Felix. Piers listened intently. "Think about it, Isaac's team got there before we did, they told us so." Piers nodded. "So, knowing them, Garet forgot to wear pants again. It also explains why everyone chased us out of Contigo with torches and pitchforks after our two teams united."

Piers nodded, then narrowed his brow. "Wait, why didn't Isaac or the others say anything?"

Felix thought about this one. "I guess by then, they were used to it."

"Oh, ok," said Piers. "But we still don't know what caused the crater."

"I can answer that," said an elderly voice. Out popped Kraden.

"Noooooooooooooooooooo! Not Kraden!" screamed Felix and Piers in unison. They wanted to run, but the words of Felix's mother rang in their heads. 'If I hear that you boys run off during one more of Kraden's lectures, you'll be in more trouble than I care to imagine.' And considering that Felix's mom had spent several years dealing with Proxians, one did not want to get on the bad side of her! Piers, though not related, was living with Felix since he had been banished. He feared the wrath of Felix's mom as much as anyone.

"The crater near Contigo was supposedly caused by the floating city of Anemos," said Kraden. "Now, Anemos has a long and interesting history that fills several books, and I shall be happy to share it all with you." Kraden continued, but didn't notice the whispering to one another.

"Man, we have to get him to stop," said Felix.

"I know, he's gonna kill me with boredom," agreed Piers. Without warning, Ivan passed by, apparently bored staying with me, the author. Piers gets an idea. "Hey, let's throw Ivan at him."

Felix looked uncertain. "What good would that do?"

Piers grinned. "Kraden would be knocked out, and we could leave because Kraden wouldn't be lecturing."

Felix broke into a rare smile. "Brilliant, let's do it!"

-Meanwhile, in Alhafra-

The Mayor, having recovered from the tidal wave, was once again enjoying his newspaper in the top of his tower. He spotted an interesting headline.

"Be On The Lookout For Hurricane Ivan!"

"Pish-posh," said the Mayor. "I'm not afraid of a gust of wind." He looks out the window. "Strange, I don't remember Kibombo being down there."

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Flt. Sk.: Floating Skull does not get it, how is a hurricane that's named after puny midget muse funny?

Simple. You see, back in September, 2004, the southeast United States got hit with a class 5 hurricane that was ironically named 'Ivan'.

Flt. Sk.: Oh.

Now I would like to have a moment of silence for the people who were hurt during this hurricane season.

(Moment of silence, please stop reading and think about the people whose lives were destroyed. In case you live far out of country, this really happened, I'm not making it up.)

Thank you, I will end now with no signs of disrespect, save for Floating Skull's trademark saying.

Flt. Sk.: Floating Skuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuull!!!"