Golden Sun: The Hunted
Written by Mikaa
Character Igori Created by Mikaa
Chapter 7 - Things Past
A/N - Yes, I'm a bit tardy with this chapter. Yes, I know you want to see where this is going. Yes, I know you cannot live without this story.
Yes, I have an over-inflated sense of importance. Or maybe I'm just dreaming.
In any event, here is the newest chapter of The Hunted. And once again, I find myself wondering about the title. Something about it sounds right, yet it doesn't make sense. One way to define the word "hunted" is the instance of someone seeking out someone else. Yes, there are dozens of other words that fit this bill better and more adequitely. But, still. When did I ever do things the normal way?
So! Things Past! Why do I get the sense that I used this chapter title before on another story? Eh, whatever. I must say, I am suprised at the new reviewers, and am glad people are liking this. I would not mind seeing some insight, such as comments on the plot, questions you have, and any thing else that would let me know what you like, or what I may have overlooked (such as, oh, say, the unanswered question as to how Igori is now almost better than new, healed from Sheba's attack). Nothing big, but I do like to know what people are thinking... ;;
MIKAA OWNS NOT NINTENDO, CAMELOT, GOLDEN SUN, OR THE RIGHTS TO THE GBA, NOR DOES HE OWN THE KNOWLEGE OF WHEN CAMELOT WILL BE RELEASED FROM MAKING NINTENDO SPORTS GAMES AND ALLOW THEM TO MAKE RPGS, OR, HECK, ACTION GAMES. I MEAN, IF GAME FREAK IS ALLOWED TO STEP OUT OF THE POKEMON DOMAIN FOR A BRIEF NOSTALGIC GAME, THEN, WHY NOT?
But enough rambling! To Things Past, for we all love filler!
I did not just say that, did ?
"Mommy, what's wrong?"
All of twelve years old, Igori still called his mother "Mommy," never caring when some viewed it as "childish" or "baby-ish." Whereas some of his fellow classmates tried to seperate themselves from their parents at the first chance, Igori took every opportunity to be with his mother. It was not a matter of survival; if chance happened, he would be more than capable of living by himself.
No, he stayed with her because he knew she was in pain.
The pain was not just from the fact that his father died almost a year ago. True, that did not help things at all, what with the raid that happened upon their town and others loosing their loved ones. But while that was not the source of her constant pain, it only helped her enter into a more depressed state than she ever went into before.
The real reason for his mom's pain was that she lost a child.
Igori had no knowlege of what happened, or the whole story. From what little he had pieced together, when he was younger, his mother and father had another child, a sister for Igori. But for whatever reason, Igori never knew her; she had been sent away, or given away. Neither of which Igori knew or could figure out, and Venus knew his mother would never tell him. If he had been born with the innate ability to read minds, then he might have known what happened to his sister, or what he could do to help his mother.
Stepping next to her, Igori studied her for a moment. Standing in the kitchen of their small abode, her long blonde hair hiding her features from him, she looked so beautiful, so peaceful. The orange light from the evening sunset bathed both of them in its radiance, but the glow made his mother seem almost angelic.
Which only hurt Igori more at knowing that she was in pain.
"Mommy?"
Still she did not turn. Still she ignored him. Only once had she ignored him thus, just before his father died. Then, it was, as he knew it, because she knew of what would happen, probably from a dream, but knew she could not change what would happen. It had taken him five months of constantly asking her about how to read minds for her to spill on why she did nothing, and though he hated her for not trying, he still had to accept it. What if she had done something, yet ended up responsible for his death?
Which probably meant that she had another vision, and Igori was quite worried that it would be her time to pass on.
"Mommy?"
"Igori."
Her voice was weak, but it carried volumes of information. She was trying to talk to him, something important on her mind. This all Igori knew already, but something elusive in her tone... Maybe if he had more talent...
"Igori, I. I need you to leave."
He frowned; it was obvious that she was not telling him to merely leave the room, to go play. No, something else was there.
"I need you to go complete your destiny."
Inwardly, Igori groaned. He had heard tales far too many times of great heroes having been told to "fulfill your destiny," and to hear it from his own mother, it was insane. Nevermind the fact that she was torn up about it.
But, he knew he could not leave without asking why she said so of him. And he knew his mother would never let him go without his knowing why. Heck, she probably wanted him to ask to help her tell him.
"What do you mean?"
A sniffle from her, she still did not turn to face him. "I am not saying this lightly, Igori. Believe me, I would love nothing more to have you stay with me. But I wanted Thames, your father, to be alive, and I wanted your sister here too." She shook her head, and turned to face him: her features were still beautiful with age, but the tear marks were not fresh; she had been crying for hours.
"Believe me, Igori, please. You have to go."
Igori wanted to ask, his body crying for him to ask; he knew that there was something he was not being told, knew she was concealing something. But though his body and mind screamed to be told, to know what he was supposed to do, why his mother was telling him, in essence, to flee, he knew he had to go.
"Don't ask, don't look back, and don't cry. Just..." A deep breath, "Just make me proud."
End Chapter 7 - Things Past
Yep, that was a filler. Yes, I have a plan for this. Am I trying to just give you something to read while I get the next chapter going? Maybe.
In any case, ol' Mikaa here has planned out the full chapter, but I had to throw this in. Given how much depth I have given Igori (not to mention how much spot-light), I figured I might want to flesh out what the character is, and who he is. Just one more thing to make people wonder about what I am doing. Like those "dream visions" were not confusing enough...
Anyway, review if you want more, as feedback stimulates my drive to write!
Why did that sound bad? I mean, drive? Yes, it works, but why? I mean, a "need to write," "willingness to continue," "efforts, "focus," and about maybe five or so other prases or words that I cannot be bothered with. I mean...
Heh. Gotta go before I am slayed.
Mikaa, Peon of the Ch'Kal'A