Chap ala Two
IOE: Hey, everyone! I was pleased to get reviews! First note: No, I'm not going to have OC/MC pairings. I don't know where you got that idea…. Second: As I said, I was on vacation for a week, so I couldn't update. Well, here's the second chapter!
Feizhi: I'm crying with joy.
IOE: That's it. I'm getting another buddy.
Feizhi: Thank God, I'll be outta here.
IOE: Actually, you're staying, but I'm adding a new one on.
Feizhi: Crap.
IOE: And I'm not letting you near anything you can commit suicide with, so forget about weaseling out of this.
Feizhi: GOD DAMMIT!
IOE: Anyway, on with the chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Golden Sun. Every time I say that I die a little inside.
IOE: Oooh! Oooh! One last thing! You may notice that the names of the cult peeps are the names of moons from the planets named after their deities. They actually gained these names when they entered this faith; they aren't their original names. Oh, and please have sympathy for the amulets used later on in this chapter. I tried really hard to think of good amulets that could be used for attacking and could also resemble their Gods. Just a note.
Feizhi: Shut up and start.
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Jenna plopped down on a chair next to her brother.
"Thanks for covering up for me," she said. It began to rain outside.
Felix looked at his little sister, and gave a half smile.
"You are my sister. But you know, some day some one else is going to realize you're too fond of him." he said, sighing. His arms went behind his head and he leaned back in his chair.
Jenna's eyes went to the floor.
"I know…. But at least you're not all over-protective. I thought that if you ever found out, I'd be locked in some dungeon forever." she said. The slightly comical image of an older Jenna leaning over to a door came to mind.
"Can I please get out now, Felix?"
"No."
"Please?"
"(Sigh) Well…okay."
"Really?"
"Hell no."
"Damn."
She chuckled a bit to herself.
"Well, I realize there's nothing I can do about your little crush on Isaac, anyway." said Felix, slowly falling asleep.
Isaac…. thought Jenna, thinking about the cerulean-eyed boy. Jenna leaned back in her chair, too, and her eyes slowly closed. Perhaps the slowly-growing rain in the twilight was having a tranquilizing effect on her. She didn't know. But it felt very peaceful as she fell into a light sleep.
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High Priest Triton sat in the small room he and the high priest of Hades shared. He frowned. The room was small, and filled with shelves of books and quilts. It was the maids' way of making sure that the guests had an overwhelming feel of comfort. Triton felt more like he was suffocating in the warm colors on the walls and on the quilts imposing on his form.
He looked at Charon, who was finishing up saying prayers to the God of the Dead. Priest Charon had cleared a small spot on the floor, and had set up his small altar with oil lamps on either side. He sat cross-legged, extending his arms and muttering his prayers. Triton had already finished his prayers, which were much shorter than Charon's.
He was now waiting impatiently for Charon to finish praying. He had sensed great power in the boy they had met earlier, and did not like one bit of it. The boy appeared to be in his late adolescence, but the power in him was too great for his age. This was unnatural, and Triton wanted to do something about it.
Finally, High Priest Charon had extinguished his lamps, and stood. He stretched, having been sitting on the floor in prayer for hours.
"High Priest Charon," Triton said sharply, "Please be so kind as to bring the High Priestesses Phoebe and Miranda immediately."
Charon nodded, bowed and left the room. High Priest Triton was an elder; one of the original and remaining founders of the Order, and thus deserved much respect. So, if he asked for something, it was to be done.
High Priest Charon returned shortly, with Priestesses Miranda and Phoebe behind him. Miranda had a serene look on her face that she always had, and Phoebe looked solemn, as usual.
All of them carefully sat down. All of a sudden, it started to rain outside. High Priest Triton paid no mind.
"That boy," he said, "Something must be done. Iccarus, or…Isaac, that was his name."
They all nodded.
"I, too, sensed the great force inside of him. Such power in such a young boy could cause anarchy. He is not responsible enough for this," said Priestess Miranda.
"I must fully agree." said Priestess Phoebe.
The two High Priests nodded.
"How are we to take it away from him?" asked Phoebe.
"There is only one way to take away something like that forever. We kill him." said Triton smoothly.
"Which one of us will do the deed?" asked Miranda.
Charon shook his head.
"Obviously, he cannot be killed easily. His energy would repel the energy we try to use on him. It will have to be all of us, overpowering him. We should use our sacred amulets, blessed with our respective deity's power. That should be enough." said Charon, speaking for the first time.
Triton, Phoebe, and Miranda nodded in agreement.
"Well done, High Priest Charon, it appears that your time spent studying in all the years you have has not been in vain." said Triton.
"Shall we do it now, then?" asked Phoebe.
"Yes, I think now would be the best action. Please go to your room, Priestesses, and obtain your amulets. We will all meet outside the inn. I suggest that you wear your hooded robes, for it is raining as you might have noticed." said Triton.
The High Priestesses rose, curtsied, and left the room.
Triton and Charon changed into their hooded robes, and then Triton took his amulet from his bags, and held it in his hands. Triton held a heavy, old Trident scepter. Charon held a garnet stone ring. By the time they reached the door of the inn, the High Priestesses were already there. High Priestess Phoebe held in her hands a rusty sundial. High Priestess Miranda reverently held a telescope in her hands.
"How will we find him?" asked High Priest Charon.
"Follow his overwhelming aura." said High Priestess Miranda simply.
They began to walk. People would have stared at them, but the rain was steadily falling, so they couldn't see what the holiest members of the Order were holding. The High Priests and Priestesses silently walked north.
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An anxious knock came from Master Hamma's door.
"Yes? Come in." she said.
Ivan burst into Master Hamma's room, holding his staff.
"Hamma! Sister! We have to find Isaac now!" said the young Jupiter Adept urgently.
"What's wrong?" asked Master Hamma, reading her younger brother's thoughts.
And in an instant, she and Ivan were dashing out of the inn.
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Isaac's eyes widened. Garet, his best friend, liked Jenna, their childhood friend.
"You don't like her, too, do you?" asked Garet quietly. It started to rain.
Isaac smiled.
"Of course not. But really, you should tell her how you feel. Maybe she likes you back." he said, trying to comfort his friend.
Garet looked at Isaac as though he had asked Garet to break into Jenna's house.
"I like my head where it is." he said.
Isaac laughed.
"Yeah…well, um, let's get home, then. We'll catch a cold in all of this rain." said Isaac nervously. He wasn't comfortable with this conversation. Besides, the rain was getting worse and worse.
"Okay." said Garet. The two friends continued walking together.
After a few minutes, Isaac stopped.
"Look," he said, pointing, "It's those people we saw today. They're heading this way."
Garet looked and scowled.
"I'd rather not hang with the Cult of Cuckoo. Let's take a different route." he said, walking to the right.
"Wait! There's Ivan and Hamma! They're running after the cult!" said Isaac, squinting in the heavy, icy rain.
"What?" asked Garet.
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Meanwhile, Ivan and Hamma were running as fast as they could after the Order. Hamma had read their minds and told Ivan that the Order knew where Isaac was.
"Wait!" said Ivan, pointing. Hamma stopped.
"I see Isaac and Garet! We'll teleport there! Sister, take my hand!" said Ivan. Hamma ran to her brother and took his hand.
Ivan closed his eyes and concentrated on his destination. Multicolored lights glowed around him and his older sister, and when they stopped, the two Jupiter Adepts were standing right next to Isaac, who jumped.
"Ivan! What're you-"he began to say, but Ivan interrupted.
"Isaac, the Order of Olympus is coming this way. They want to kill you!" the midget Adept said.
"What!" said Garet and Isaac together.
A purple jet of light shot up and hit the group of Adepts.
Ivan tried to move, but realized he couldn't. He couldn't blink or breathe. And then he realized. The raindrops in front of his face weren't moving either. They all were somehow frozen in time. Except for Isaac, who looked at his friends with horror.
"Guys! What's happened!" he asked.
Ivan realized that though time was frozen where he was, he was still able to see what was going on outside of his frozen spot. He could not die, he could not move, and he could not send a telepathic message to Isaac. The only part of him that wasn't totally stopped was his consciousness.
"They are stopped in time. I didn't really expect for my amulet's power to work on you alone." said a voice. Ivan couldn't move his eyes to see who was talking.
Isaac looked at the source of the voice.
"You!" he said, his eyes wide.
"Isaac of New Vale," said an old man's voice, "Prepare to die."
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Isaac couldn't believe his ears.
"Why?" he asked, "What have you done to my friends?"
"Do not fear," said High Priestess Phoebe, "For I have merely frozen them in time. We did not want any interference. They should be back to normal once the deed is done."
"We do not believe that such power that you own belongs in someone as young as you. And to suppress this power, your death is necessary." said Charon.
"What're you talking about! I've just built up a lot of Psynergy from training for a long time!" said Isaac.
"Why are we wasting time talking to him? Just kill him now." said Phoebe.
Isaac couldn't believe how serious these people were about this.
Freezing rain poured down, and Isaac shivered. The cult members held out their hands. Each was holding something, but Isaac couldn't tell what it was. They all said prayers in a language Isaac couldn't understand, saying words like 'Piss I den' and 'Oar and hose.'
Several beams of light shot out of whatever they were holding and hit Isaac. He screamed in agony; there was so much pain that he was feeling. Several attacks had hit him at once. He fell to his knees.
"Keep hitting him!" said Charon.
They said their prayers again. Isaac suddenly had a vision. He was in a desert and on a hill. He could see a small village below. And then the vision ended, and he was back.
What was that! he thought. Isaac panted, and then he heard a voice.
"Isaac!"
He turned around.
"Jenna!" he said.
There was another blast of pain as the attacks hit him again. He groaned. Pain surged all through his body.
"You bastards! Searing Beam!" Jenna screamed.
There was a flash of light over the cult. They cried out.
Isaac had the vision of the hill in the desert again.
"What…?" he said.
Jenna ran to Isaac's side. She kept calling his name, but his vision was blurred and his ears buzzed. She was crying.
Suddenly, Isaac was taken by surprise as she pressed her lips to his.
And then everything was gone. And he was in the desert again.
But this time, he didn't come back to the awkward kiss in the freezing rain. He waited. He could feel his cheeks burning in embarrassment. Why had Jenna done that in front of everyone? He didn't have any romantic feelings for her. And poor Garet. His heart was probably broken by now. Perhaps Jenna had thought that Isaac was dying. Well, it certainly felt like he was even now. The pain was terrible, and it drew greatly on his energy. It was hard to breathe. Was he dying?
"Can't…be…not…now…." he said, struggling to crawl to the village he saw. He wasn't strong enough to stand.
It was useless. He couldn't go anywhere, not in this state. His only hope was for someone to find him. He tried to call out, but it only came out as a whisper. His vision blurred over again. He collapsed. Isaac tried to fight his eyelids; they were trying to close.
And then he saw it. Big, white things had come up the hill and were right in front of him.
"Baa," they said. Sheep.
"Hey, what's this?" asked a voice.
And Isaac blacked out.
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"Isaac! Isaac!" Jenna cried, tears pouring down her face and mixing with the rain. He had disappeared into thin air.
She stood.
"What did you do!" she screamed, shaking with rage.
The blonde woman's eyes were wide. The strange people seemed surprised.
"What happened to him?" she asked.
"I don't know." said the man with glasses.
"HOW DARE YOU!" said Ivan. Jenna looked over. Garet, Master Hamma, and Ivan were here. Jenna had never seen all of them so mad. Ivan was shivering, but Jenna doubted it was only from the cold. He was very angry, his face contorted in a rage Jenna never thought she'd live to see him in.
"High Priest Triton," said the blonde woman,"I think we are all too tired to fight these people. We should flee at once."
The old man-Jenna guessed he was High Priest Triton- nodded. He looked at the short girl with dark skin and muttered something. She then nodded, and muttered to the item she held in her hand.
"No, wait!" said Garet, running at them.
A great gust of wind threw itself at the strange people.
"No one gets away with hurting my friends. No one." Ivan said harshly.
Suddenly, a purple jet of light zoomed at them.
"Not again!" said Garet, right before the light hit them.
Jenna could not move. The raindrops in front of her did not move. The cult ran away, like cowards. She tried to move, or shout something, but couldn't even breathe.
She waited and waited for the nightmare to end. She couldn't move. And Isaac never appeared.
Isaac, what's happened to you! she thought despairingly.
Finally, the rain around her fell again. And she could move. The first thing that came out of her mouth was "NO!" Garet continued running, and he was gone. Jenna, Master Hamma, and Ivan didn't even bother; they knew the strange cult had been long gone.
Jenna fell on her knees. She cried and cried. Master Hamma knelt down and hugged the Fire Adept, whispering condolences, but Jenna wouldn't listen. She held Hamma's robes tightly in her hands and cried. Isaac was gone. The people who did this to him were long gone. And she couldn't have stopped it from happening. Master Hamma stayed with Jenna until she stopped crying.
"Don't worry, young Jenna," she said, "In the morning, we'll find them, and we'll find Isaac. I promise."
"I don't want to wait until tomorrow. I want to find him now. We're all going to my house, and we're going to come up with a plan." said Jenna strongly.
Hamma smiled sadly. The rain was lessening quickly.
"I understand that you are upset, but in the morning, you'll be able to think more clearly." she said.
"No. I'm fine. Please, Hamma," pleaded Jenna, "I love him." She felt a little embarrassed saying it, but it was true, wasn't it? She'd seen Isaac on the ground and in pain. Jenna had believed he was mortally wounded, and so she had done the one thing she'd always wanted to do to Isaac before either of them left this world. She wondered if Isaac had wanted her to kiss him, or if she had done something stupid.
Hamma sighed. And Jenna was back to earth.
"Well, alright. Come on, let's find Garet." she said, helping Jenna up. Jenna saw Ivan looking at the trees in the distance. He must have felt awkward. Jenna felt a twinge of embarrassment.
Hamma squinted in the distance.
"I think I see him." she said.
Ivan walked over, seeing that the drama had ceased. He squinted, too.
"Yep, that's him." he said, and closed his eyes. After an explosion of multi-colored lights, he was gone. Jenna saw the flash of many colors again far off. After a few seconds, the flash happened again. And again, this time a few feet away from Jenna and Master Hamma.
Garet and Ivan were standing where the light had been, and Jenna almost laughed. Garet's hair was soaked, and it no longer stood above his head in spikes. It was a mess of red hair sitting below his head.
"Ha ha, Garet got soaked!" she said, laughing. She felt like her old self again. Garet's eyebrows furrowed.
"Hey! Check out your hair! It's a copper mess." he said. She mock-frowned.
"Shut up." she said, and motioned for everyone to follow her to her house.
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A golden-brown-haired boy was lying unconscious in a bed. An old man and a young girl sat next to it in chairs, watching the boy.
"When do you think he'll wake up, Grandpa?" the girl asked.
The old man shook his head.
"I don't know." he said.
And then, the boy stirred. Isaac opened his eyes.
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IOE: Oooh, was that what you call a "cliffhanger?"
Feizhi: How should I know?
IOE: (shrugs) Yes, so please Read and Review. Oh, how the drama overwhelms! (Sings) He loves her, but she loves him. And he loves somebody else you just can't win. That's kind of how this is, except Isaac likes someone he can win. And I promise I won't mess with any other pairings, so it won't be over-the-top drama! I'll only mess with Jenna, Garet, and Isaac for drama. Promise.
Feizhi: Would you shut up? No one wants to hear you go on about your stupid drama!
IOE: (sniff) I like to hear myself talk, okay?
Feizhi: Ugh. So how go the auditions for your buddy?
IOE: Nobody showed up. So I'm kidnapping somebody.
Feizhi: Oh, that's nice.
IOE: Whatever. Yeah, and Isaac is a little more…well, less insensitive than most boys, if anybody's wondering why he's taking the Garet and Jenna thing at all. And Jenna is the umber-emotional teenager a lot of people meet. I hate and love writing her, but I want her personality to not be stronger than the other personalities. Oh, and all you shippers: I like writing for most pairings and I have no problem with writing for Valeshipping. However, this "Love Triangle", I guess it is, creates mucho drama, so I'm writing it like this. Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW, AND THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING THE LAST CHAPPIE!