Golden Sun The Mourning Moon: Ch. 1Chapter One: The LetterMatthew, Karis, and Tyrell, after being corrected by Queen Sveta's guards, headed to the gate of Belinsk. It was hard to imagine tragedy had so recently struck the area, as the people were already back on their feet. Even Tyrell was in high spirits, despite the frustration he'd shown while waiting for Sveta at the castle.That was before they met up with the rest of their friends who were waiting at the gate for them as well. The looks on their faces, especially Kraden's, told the trio that they were in for some tough news."We waited as long as we could," Amiti said. "Though I should really be getting back to Ayuthay.""And that's why we were here when Kraden got the letter..." Eoleo finished."What letter?" Tyrell asked."From Isaac," Kraden said, looking at Matthew."Dad," Matthew said, quietly."Yes. I think it's best if you read it," Kraden said. "I think the others are curious, too.""Well, the way you were acting as you read it..." Amiti said, a concerned
The Legend of Zelda Time's Wanderers: Ch. 4Chapter 4: Truth and LoveI headed back to my house after the talk with Shiek, threw on the old hero's clothes again, and strapped my sword to my back. It would've been better if I'd kept the master sword, I thought to myself momentarily, but I didn't really want it. Taking one last look around my house, I sighed and opened the door.Shiek had been waiting quietly outside. Ilia was there, too, to see me off. I had no idea how to tell her the truth... I cared for her, too, on some level. I really did. But to call her my love? No. Impossible.We could've been happy together. I knew that much. If I had never known Saria. If I could've banished every waking memory of the past I could never return to again. If I could've lived here quietly for the rest of my days, never returning to the path of the hero. But alas, it wasn't so."Well," I said, simply."Well," Ilia repeated. "Is that all? Aren't you even going to try to explain yourself? You're barely back from one dangerous journey... And n
The Legend of Zelda Time's Wanderers: Ch. 3Chapter 3: Her HeroIn a room ambient with an ancient air, where light and shadow played in shades of green, there was a bed, cloaked with green curtains. I moved toward it in a weightless stupor, feelings of hope and dread fighting each other in my heart. Someone lay in the bed, so still, so fragile... The air was barely stirred by her breath. I could not clearly see her face, or anything about her. Still, I thought I knew her... The memories were there, if only I could summon them... Who was she? Where was I? Why did everything here feel so... so wrong?A light drifted over to her, a fluttering of fairy's wings stirred her hair. A shadowed figure moved over to her, touched lightly her right hand... I saw her hand was bandaged, then, and there was a red stain, bright against the green. So bright. So wrong."Stay with us a while longer. Hold on. I will find help." The man's voice, too, was eerily familiar.Abruptly, the scene shifted. No longer was I in a room that smelled of death
The Legend of Zelda Time's Wanderers: Ch. 2Chapter Two: Wolf's EyesDead.It was the last word they'd said to me, and it echoed, the pain of it growing with each heartbeat.Dead. They were dead.Why wasn't I dead, too?What was life worth without them, without a kingdom to serve, loved ones to protect?I cried out, a long and anguished cry. I'd stopped caring months before whether I wept before my captors or not as they tortured me. There was no such thing as pride anymore, or hope of escape.But there had been hope for them.Gone, now.They were gone."Shut up," The soldier said, slapping me across my face. He laughed. "Oh. I'm sorry. Do you miss her? Well, you'll not see her for some time... We're not going to kill you just yet."He spat at the ground before me, and it was just too much.Not all my pride was gone yet.I lunged for him, straining against my chains, but it was useless. The prison door slammed shut in my face.For a moment, I just stared at it, stunned.Then I collapsed against the wall, weeping.Dead. Dead.