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If i did Golden sun DS would be about this story

Child of the dammed.

Prologue

Reglate stood alone and watching a ship that sailed away in the sun dawn. He felt energy in his entire body , mars lighthouse was light. The ship carried them who all hailed as the heroes of Prox away from the town.

Puelle had already declared that on this Prox would have a festival in honour of the eight heroes. Reglate spit on the ground, those heroes was the reason he stood here all alone.

Those heroes had taken his parents to Hades. Anger was the only thing keeping him alive. He was only thirteen years old and had turned out to be a great swordsman and knew more about military strategy then Puelle. He could take the power and start his crusade.

His father had trained him daily since he turned eight, while his mother had thought him how to bend fire to his will.

When he turned ten they had left to steal the elemental stars. They were the only one in the group to return.

Many of his friends lost one or two of their parents to the trap. His mother and father had on the half year they stayed in Prox, thought him how to think logically instead of just how to fight. Since most of Prox warriors were hot headed brutes. Reglate started to read a lot of strategy, but kept training combat with his aunt.

His aunt was now gone to. The heroes said that she had been killed by a great white dragon inside the lighthouse. Reglate had seen the lie in their faces, nothing but a white lie which tried to cower up the death of his last family member.

Rage rose inside of him then he remembered their faces and recalled their names. What did they save anyway; all they did was killing his family and then completing the deed that his parents would have done. The murders Isaac, Garet, Ivan and Mia. The rest of them Felix, Jenna, Sheba and Piers was traitors for preventing his aunt to avenge her sister. They were all responsible for her later death as well as her companion. Her last words to him had been that they would one day avenge his mother and father. Now he was alone to avenge them.

Or on the second hand he wasn’t. It was Prox duty to make sure that proper justice was paid. He would make them realise that those heroes, where nothing but murders and thieves.

Reglate walked right into what once had been Agatios house, screaming for Agatios brother to show himself. Agatios brother Gramerd had connection through the entire Proxian Reich. He was one of the few Proxians that had been in the hall of ancestors. If he knew him right he was full of grief for his brothers demise, emotions was a weakness that allowed people to manipulate you. Reglate had seen how Alex manipulated people into doing his dirty work. He dreamed that he one day would pull the entire worlds strings. He was after all the son of a trickster.

Gramerd was not hard to convince to show him the hall of ancients. A huge number of Proxian who had at the end of the golden age entered a form of endless sleep, slept there. They both believed that those would aid there plans and work to complete their goals. As they were filled with knowledge of old they would have a great pysenergy reserve to use.

Reglate believed that he could use them as a secret service force. After all the Proxian Reich was much bigger then Felix or any of the Heroes had seen. Prox was the capital of the nation but two pretty big cities was borrowed under tons of snow every winter. It was also the great port town which had been hidden ages ago. It was also those trapped inside the hall of ancients. They would now that alchemy had returned wake up and join Prox again. They had no idea of how many Proxians it actually was in the world.

The ancients was starting to slowly awake in their chambers. Reglate, Gramerd and Gramerds son Degatio, who was fifth teen, entered the chambers. The guarding status had once again frozen to ice now that alchemy was unleashed. Reglate remembered that his father and mother had returned to in grief over proxians lost to the guarding statues.

They walked into the cold chambers ignoring the sleeping ancients or nearly awoken. Reglate knew what ancient he needed to convince for his own goals. Murmasa the smith of the unholy flame, the mentor of Valukar. With a sword from him, Reglate could easily have become a colossus champion.

Murmasa had been the smith that invented weapons of the Dark matter that was now mined all around Prox. Those weapons were legendary, wounds caused by them never recovered completely unless healed by psyenergy. They reached a dead end suddenly with the glyphs

Only the true heir of the dragons may enter Murmasas sacred dream bed.

Reglate spoke with a cold voice. "Murmasa Reglate son of Saturos son of the dragons themselves demands entrance."

Degatio and Gramerd looked shocked then the doors open only to close seconds after Reglate walked past them.

Reglate entered what looked like a princess bedroom, only to witness that it seconds after his entrance turned into a burning inferno. He walked through the fire not feeling any heat or pain. Reglate stepped in front of the burning bed. He heard a crackly noise as he noticed how the dragon statues in the corners had came alive and started to walk towards him. He didn’t shake or show any emotions as the giant stone dragons advanced towards him swinging giant axes of dark matter. The Dragons swung their axes against him only to seconds later fall into pieces. The axes fell harmlessly on the ground.

"Reglate of Prox speaks your mind to your ancestor". Reglate noticed how a huge creature stood looking down at him. it was at least 4 meters high and 3 meters broad. In its hand it hold a giant forge hammer and a giant force in the inferno behind him.

"Great ancestor I seek your aid in avenging my parents" Reglate bowed down. ”would you grant me the honour to bear the blade of Fire. Gravaden!

He felt how his mind was read by his ancestor. He saw how the ancient got shocked then he searched through his memories and feelings. The ancient opened his mouth and spoke with a powerful voice.

"Son I believe that your wish to avenge your family is noble and pure. I will make sure all the ancient aids you once we all fully awaken and you proven yourself. You have suffered greatly on the crusade to light the lighthouse.”

Murmasa took a short break to continue. ”The blade however is far out of my reach. I gave it to a warrior that entered this place about three years ago. You know him it was your father; in both him and your mother run the undulation blood of dragons. It pains me greatly that they left the world. Gravaden as at that point unloaded since Mars lighthouse wasn’t light it powers wasn’t complete making your father deflectable. I sense that the blade lies full powered at the bottom at the ocean. Waiting for its true master" Murmasa gave Reglate a long look. ”Return with the blade and you will prove yourself powerful in the eyes of the ancients."

Reglate bowed down and left the chamber.

Seconds before he exited Murmasas chamber a voice said in his head. ”Son of dragon bring your parents bodies along with the blade they are deserve to rest in the home of their ancients."

Reglates eyes grew red as he nodded. For an instant remembering that he was only thirteen years old. Still the feeling of victory felt his lungs.

Re uploaded to get rid of spelling errors.

Reglate "Plese not that there are stil alot of grammer/spelling errors in the Text"