Hm...I typed this at one o'clock, okay? Forgive me for any miztakes...mistaks...whatever.
Golden Sun III! Just kidding. I present:
Moondust and Moonlight
Chapter One: Calm before the Storm
Right outside New Vale:
One day, nineteen year old Felix was strolling in a forest. He heard some rustling in the bushes. He paused and took a deep breath.
"JENNA! I KNOW YOU ARE THERE! YOU CAN'T FOOL YOUR OLDER BROTHER!" Felix stomped toward the bushes and reached in.
Instead of a red- haired girl, he pulled out a huge ant. He immediately dropped it and reached for the Sol Blade, which he always carried with him. Too late. The ant clicked (or snarled?) and jumped. Felix closed his eyes and braced himself.
KaBOOM! Felix felt a blast of hot air, then…nothing. He warily opened an eye.
"Brother, you really are out of practice. Why didn't you smash it with a Spire or a Quake? What about Odyssey?" Jenna was standing impatiently in front of him, tapping her foot. On the ground, small flames still danced among the charred remains of what used to be an ant.
"I…err…"
"Give up. Come on, let's have dinner."
Inside New Vale, where villagers were trying to rebuild their lives:
Isaac rubbed his eyes and yawned. A small boy came up to him and tugged at the hem of his shirt.
"Yes, Mark?" Isaac looked down patiently.
The boy's big eyes stared up at Isaac, filled with wonder that such an important person would know the name of an insignificant little boy. Isaac still remembered when he also used to be a little boy who could not use Psynergy yet. Now, he was a hero in charge of the rebuilding of his hometown AND in charge of getting rid of monsters AND in charge of Sol Sanctum AND in charge of billion of other tasks. Well, back to Mark.
The boy cleared his throat importantly, conscious of the fact that other children were watching him, awed that he had permission to speak to the great Isaac.
"My mother needs more paint but the shop keeper won't let her since it is so late in the day and they are having dinner even when it is only lettuce and potatoes when are we going to get some real food since I'm hungry for chicken but the chickens all died when…" Isaac let Mark blabber on. His mind started wandering.
The villagers came to him for almost every trivial problem that he knew they could deal with on their own. He wondered how he could get them to quit. At least he had managed to get them to stop calling him Lord Isaac.
"…and now my mother and sisters are sick…" Mark talked on. Isaac tore out a sheet of paper from a notebook that he carried around now. He started writing a note to the stubborn shopkeeper.
"…everyone is getting sick in our neighborhood…" Blab blab blab. Isaac folded the note, wondering when the boy was going to run out of breath.
"…I hope I don't get sick too cause Mother was coughing up blood the other day…oh, you're done with the note okay I'll deliver it bye Lor…I mean Isaac." Mark saluted and marched away proudly.
Isaac gazed blankly after the boy. In the distance he saw Felix and Jenna fooling around. They were getting ready for dinner. They're lucky, he thought. They don't have all these responsibilities the villagers heaped on him. Say, does Jenna look a little sick? He thought that boy, Mark, was saying something about a disease…oh, well. It was probably just the flu.
Isaac sighed and walked inside his own house. First, he had to make dinner. Then, he had to re-plan the village because some men can't measure distances accurately. Next…