Disclaimer:Nope, I don't own Camelot, Golden Sun, or Nintendo. I wish I did.
Chapter Three:Mia's Discovery
7:00Wake up
7:15: Get out of the shower
7:20: Find letter describing Isaac's death.
Wait, what?
Reading the letter through twice, she realized this was no joke. It had been sent some three weeks ago, telling of the mission, the watery death, and the earthy burial. By the time she cast the letter away, it was falling apart, wet from tears.
Running from the house that had been provided for her by the Lemurian senate, now 100 Conservato free, she made her way as quickly as possible to where Piers slept at night.
I say that he slept there at night, because that's about the only time he spent there. He was constantly busy helping to construct new ships. As of the rebirth of alchemy,the Lemurian public was considerably less xenophobic, and more than willing to sail the seas.
As I say, Piers was generally very busy, and Mia would not have been surprised if she had been forced to go look for him in the king's chambers, as they were currently deep in consideration on the new "style" of Lemurian sea-craft. Fortunately, Piers answered first knock, and looked somewhat surprised when Mia rushed into his arms, sobbing her eyes dry.
"Um…Hello, Mia, I was just about to—"
"Piers! It's horrible! Isaac! He—He—He's dead!"
Succumbing to racking sobs, she couldn't get out another discernible word, besides "horrible", and "Should have been there!"
Piers took her inside, hoping she didn't mind the Spartan décor, and set her on his couch. Standing up, he went and made her some tea, and sent a carrier pigeon off to tell the king that he'd have to work on the design alone today. Returning to the living room to a still-crying Mia, he set the tray down, poured her a cup of tea, then sat beside her and draped his arm over her shoulder.
ISAAC!