So I re-wrote this chapter slightly. Added a few bits and pieces to make it less confusing.

So here we are, with...

Golden Sun: Waiting

Prologue

She had waited for so long.

She knew she should move on of course, he most certainly would have. But she couldn't. Every other thought she had had centered on him.

It had been a year and a half, and nothing had changed. It was the same routine of forcing herself up, with hardly enough willpower to face the glaring sun or the biting snow. The weather up in the north was always an extreme. During the spring and summer, the sun was blinding. During the winter the sun was gone, replaced with a thick flurry of snow that limited one's eyesight to an arms length.

It was spring now. The snow was half-melted, but the temperature still forced the north's inhabitants to bundle up. The few trees that survived the winter's harsh storms were beginning to green again, filling the air with their perfume. The dead grass, which had not seen the light of day for nearly five months began drinking the melted water and converting the suns rays to energy. The world seemed at peace from the north. Life was beginning anew, and all the old problems of the world had vanished.

A lone figure sat atop a cliff overlooking the frozen ocean, seeming to wait for something, but what she was waiting for could not be seen, for the view of the dark blue ocean stretched for miles. She closed her eyes and let her head hang, as questions buzzed around in her head like a swarm of angry bees.

"When are you coming back, like you promised?" She asked, picking her head back up to stare longingly at the frozen waters. "What's taking you so long?"

Her mind had begun formulating answers for that question, when another person sat down next to her and interrupted her train of thought.

"Hey, Karst," He said quietly, "You okay? You've been spending a lot of time up here lately."

Wordlessly she stood and started walking away. "I'm tired, I'm going to bed."

He sighed and watched as she walked away, the light (by northern standards) woolen cloak she wore flapping in the breeze.

Karst made it to her house with little difficulty. The sky was nearing dusk and everyone was inside eating with their families. She shrugged her cloak off in the entrance way to her small house and made her way into the small bedroom in the back. The room had a fireplace and a bed, but that was all she needed. Without bothering to undress, she climbed atop the bed and stared out the small window at the setting sun. Her thoughts drifted far and wide across the world, coming to rest over the form of a sleeping man, living in a town that sat near the remains of a collapsed mountain.

"Please," she whispered as sleep overtook her, "please remember that I'm here."

And remember her he did. For at that moment, as the sun sank on her half of the world, it was just rising on his.

Much like her, he forced himself out of bed, unwilling to face the daily trials of life. He groaned as he pulled his clothes on, a plain cotton shirt and pair of brown trousers, his messy hair falling into his eyes. A knock at his door told him that breakfast was ready and that he needed to be downstairs soon, lest it grow cold.

"I'm coming," He said, pulling himself out into the hallway. He trudged downstairs and sat down at the table, where a full plate was waiting for him.

Ten minutes later his plate was half finished as he lazily trailed his fork through his eggs. He drifted away from the present, his mind blocking out his surroundings to contemplate that which he deemed important, as men are known to do.

'She's probably married by now,' He thought, his mood sinking, 'Kids, hell, I'm probably not a worth a damn to her anywa-'

His thoughts were interrupted as a small apple bounced its way across the table and hit him in the forehead. Startled, he glared up across the table at the offender, who only smiled at him and giggled.

"Wake up," she demanded; readying another apple in case he spaced out again, "I've been trying to get your attention for nearly ten minutes. What's going on with you Felix?"

"Nothing," he replied, before turning back to his food and finishing off what was left. He got up and tossed the wooden plate into a bucket of soapy water. He ignored the pestering questions as he pulled on his brown cloak and exited the house. Outside it was cold, and the grass that surrounded his newly built home was stiff with frost; fall was beginning. People bustled and rushed around him, fighting time to finish building their homes before winter's bad weather hit.

"Mornin' Felix!" Isaac, his longtime friend called out to him. Felix nodded in reply and watched as Isaac used his 'Move' Psynergy to lift up a pile of lumber and place it gently on a lift that would raise it to the roof.

Felix began walking, not in any real direction, but just someplace that would give him some solitude.

"She's forgotten me," he told himself quietly, trying to find a reason for having avoided seeing her, "she wouldn't want me anyway."

His feet took him north, up to the ruins of his old hometown and to the lip of the crater where the ruins of the old mountain sat. He sighed as he sat down, and began lazily lifting rocks with his Psynergy and flinging them further then he could see.

"If she could see me now," he laughed, "She would kick me a week into the future if she saw me wasting my power to throw rocks."

He stopped momentarily to reflect on the fact that, even if she were to be kicking him, he'd enjoy it, because-

"I'd be able to see her," he said flatly, realizing how much he did want to see her, no matter what happened.

"Why don't I go see her?" he asked himself, "What is holding me back?"

The fear that she has forgotten you entirely, for starters.

"No," he told himself, "She couldn't have forgotten me. I… hope."

He stood and began walking the lip of the crater passing by the remains of old homes.

Or the fact that you betrayed her.

Frustration shot through him as his own words hit home. The ground shook slightly as the frustration turned to anger and he balled his hands into fists. He took a deep breath and let it run its course, and eventually, after a few moments the shaking subsided. He stopped walking and looked around; sighing as he knew that he'd been procrastinating for far too long. With a slight nod, and a muttered "Alright, I'll go," he turned back towards his home to embark on another journey across the world.