Hello Hello!!! I hope to have this chapter up and finished by Monday. Otherwise I won't be done until next weekend. I have to work several days after school until 6:30 and the days that I don't work I have practice. Plus homework. Grr…
Saturos: It's your fault you have a life.
Disclaimer please.
Saturos: FoM does not own Golden Sun, mostly because she has a life.
Whatever…again…Anywho, here it is, Ch 2!
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The Lost Age of Men
Chapter 2
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Lydia walked toward the city market. Sacor was a fairly large city, so it did take some time to get places on foot. She looked up at the sky. It was a bright sunny day, but there were dark clouds coming in from the east. She liked the rain, it felt good, made the grass grow. But she hated storms. They had always reminded her of fire, which she could not stand. Her dad hated storms too, but it was probably for a different reason, since he certainly wasn't afraid of fire.
On her way, she met many people she knew, waving hello and continuing on. Just like any other day. As she arrived at the market, it began raining. As the sky darkened, she knew she had to hurry back, so the food that she would buy would not be soaked. She giggled. "Jake would be so mad," she said to herself. She quickly bought a loaf of bread and some cheese and moved off toward the fruit stand. As she passed by a darkened alleyways in between market stalls, she heard some kind of noise, which was strange, since the market crowd was noisy. It had almost sounded like someone calling her name. Maybe there's a hurt person over there, she thought, and walked into the alley. Suddenly, she was surrounded by a large group of strange looking men.
"Who are y-uhnnn" She never finished the sentence as something hit the back of her head and she fell into darkness.
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Sam was beginning to get worried. The storm outside was worsening, and Lydia still wasn't back. He wanted to go search for her, but he knew he couldn't leave the shop with all the work they had. Jake, even with his goofy exterior and lunchless stomach, could see that something was bothering Sam.
"You're worried about Lydia, ain't ya?" he asked.
"Yea…she should be back by now…she hates storms."
"Well, how 'bout we take a short break and go out to look for her?"
"But our work…."
"Oh, it can wait. C'mon."
"Thanks, buddy."
They grabbed raincoats and boots before heading out into the rain.
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Lydia woke up to a throbbing headache and the feeling of being bounced around. She opened her eyes. "Wha…" The she was unceremoniously set onto the ground by whatever was carrying her. She could finally see who, or what her captors were. There was a small group of men and women, all with strange colored, scaly skin, and oddly colored hair.
"What's going on?" she demanded. One of the strange people, this one with green skin and orange hair, spoke.
"We're on a very important mission," he said in a deep voice. The rest of the oddly colored foreigners seemed to respect him, Lydia noticed.
"Who are you?"
"We are adepts from the Fire Clan of the North. We need you to do something for us."
"Umm…what?"
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Sam and Jake hurried along the muddy streets. Everyone the saw said that they had seen Lydia heading toward the market. But so far, there had been no trace of her. They finally made it to the food stalls. The first one said she had been by, but she had never come to the fruit stall. A man with purpleish hair watched them from an alleyway, half hidden by the rain. As Sam and Jake moved off to search another area, he followed them. They're going to hate me, he thought. He tapped on Sam's shoulder.
"You are looking for you daughter, yes?" he asked. Sam grabbed the man's shirt collar and held him to a nearby wall. He was almost surprised by his own strength.
"Where is she?!" he yelled. The purple-haired man look unfazed.
"Please calm down, I did not do anything to her. But I do know where she might be and who might have taken her."
"Well, you'd better start talking, buddy-"
"If you are willing to trust me-"
"Why should we trust you?" Jake interrupted.
"Because I am the only one who knows who these people are and where they are going. And, why they took your daughter."
"What is your name?" Sam demanded.
"My name is Hamar. And if you will stop choking me, I will take you to your daughter."
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Well there it is. I am trying to make the chapters longer but I have a hard time coming up with that much in one sitting.
Saturos: Hehe. She forgets what she writes if she leaves and then she can't think of anything else. Pathetic.
Not true! I just…forget….yea..umm….Review please.
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