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I don't own Golden Sun or any product of Camelot's. There is a reason why this site is called I might as well get started.

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Summary:

It's been a millenium since the events of Golden Sun Lost Ages, the secrets that were discovered by the crew have now been lost again to history. A young man recieves a call that will lead him all over Weyard to prevent the destruction of the world.

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Golden Sun: Operation Torch

Chapter 1: The Call

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Inside a room of the Mars Lighthouse a pale woman and man laid dying before a brown haired man. They both weakly looked at the man. "Please hurry…" the woman struggled to finish her sentence, "If I can just see the light of the beacon, I'll know I haven't died in vain."

The brown haired man looked at her dying partner as he handed him a red orb of some sort. "We're counting on you…" With that the room morphed into the world of Weyard and faded into darkness with the sounds of people screaming in agony.

Erik Choma awoke from his nightmare. The phone next to his bed was ringing. Dazed, he picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"I'm looking for Erik Choma," a man's voice said.

Choma sat up in his empty bed and tried to clear his mind. "You're… speaking to him." He squinted at his digital clock. It was 5:15 A.M.

"I must see you immediately."

"Who is this?"

"My name is Kraden Albrektech. I'm a researcher of Architectural ruins."

"Excuse me?" Choma nearly falls off from bed as he tried getting up. "Are you sure you got the right Choma?"

"You're a person experienced on the field. I-"

"Do you know what time is it?"

"I apologize. But you're the only one available to take up this assignment. I can't discuss it on the phone."

A groan escaped from Choma's lips. Another job assigned to him just before he can get a good night's rest. One of these days the lack of sleep can make him go insane or die. This was getting too old fast.

"How'd you get this number?" Choma politely replied, honestly he wanted to find this guy and throw his body into a deep crevice and leave him there to rot.

"Contacts."

Choma now added mysterious contacts into the list of dumping bodies into a crevice.

"I need to see you," the kaller insisted. "I'll pay you well."

Now Choma was getting mad. "I'm sorry, but I really-"

"If you leave immediately, you can get here by-"

"I'm not going the F anywhere! It's five o'clock in the morning!" Choma hung up and collapsed back in bed. He closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep. It was no use. The dream was emblazoned in his mind. Reluctantly, he got up and went to the kitchen.

Erik Choma wandered barefoot through his deserted Valian home and drank his morning drink – a mug of Coffee. It was still dark inside the kitchen so he turned on the lights.

As Choma sat on a wooden chair and savored the warmth of coffee and its caffeine flavor, a picture frame located on a table in the next room caught his attention. The picture contained a Man and woman at their late thirties and two children, a boy and a girl. He looked on at the picture. I should probably give the family a call when I have a chance, he thought, remembering the day he left his family to personally live his own life.

Though he doesn't acknowledge this a lot, plenty of girls have been saying he looks very handsome with brown tied hair, a lot more when it's left down freely. At the age of twenty-one he's encountered a lot of girls and women that wanted to be his girlfriend or more but he just smiled and said to all of them to just be friends.

His family and friends always viewed him to be antisocial since he didn't talk that much. It's not that he didn't want to talk; it's that he's always busy which required plenty of work than talking.

Choma then turned his attention to the small sandbox next to the picture. He held out his hand and closed his fingers making it into a fist. Out from the sandbox came a similar hand made of sand examined it. The sooner he released the grip of his hand the sooner the sand hand disappeared back into the box. He grinned. Choma has been practicing his psyenergy since the first day he learned how to use it, mainly ground based. If he had enough practice he can shape the whole world to his making, but decided against it.

As Choma sat alone, he absently gazed out into the darkness; the silence of his home was shattered again, this time by the sound of his cell phone. Too exhausted to be annoyed, Choma can only smirk.

Who the Hell can it be this time? He thought. He went over to the table and picked it up.

"Choma speaking."

"It's unlike you to turn down an assignment." A male voice said

"Pierce. What is it about?" Choma has worked with his partner on various assignments.

"I can't talk about it unless you decide to take up the assignment."

"Can there be a day when our assignments aren't this confidential?" Choma asked.

"Not when there's secrets still out there." Pierce replied

"Ha ha, like your age?"

"That was uncalled for," Pierce always avoided the topic of his age, "so are you in or not?"

Choma figured since he wasn't going to sleep anytime soon he might as well sign up for his latest assignment. "I'm in. Tell me where I'm supposed to show up."

"Just call this number immediately."

"Okay."

Pierce gave him the number before hanging up.

Choma sat back down on the chair, taking a little more time to relax. He then dialed number he was given.

"I guess your partner was able to convince you."

"Yes. Would you care to explain?"

"Little. I'll only say I'm looking for people experienced on the field." There was a pause. "This is a matter we can not discuss on the phone. My lab is only an hour away from Vale."

Chamo stood there in the livingroom silently and mentally recalled what he had agreed to; another dangerous assignment.

"It's urgent." The voice pressured

Chamo's eyes were closed, temporarily getting a moments rest. His line of work has always required a lot of time and energy when he took on a various assignments - sneaking, heavy combat, escort, extraction, and demolitions. – He sighed and realized he won't get a good rest any time soon.

"I have taken the liberty to have someone take you there," the voice said "it's best that you get there as soon as possible."

Chamo felt his mouth go dry. An hour's travel...

"Please forgive me," the voice said. "I need you here."

Everything became quiet again Choma shook his head. The pay better d well be worth it.

"You win," he said. "Tell me where to go so I can meet this person."

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This is just the beginning of the story. Prologue and Chapter 2 is still in progress.