Disclaimer: I don't own Golden Sun nor any of it's characters... If only.


"Matthew, why do you always use that?"

As soon as I heard that question I stopped sharpening my long sword. My eyes glancing at our new companion.

"Hm? What are you talking about, Amiti?" I asked as I set my tools aside, intending to give the former royalty my full attention. I was done maintaining my blade for today anyways.

"Oh, I'm sorry if I wasn't clear enough." He bowed his head, "what I wanted to say was, why do you always wear that scarf?"

Ah, that.

Unconsciously one of my hands brushed gently against the yellow scarf. Feeling the fabric as if it was the first time.

"Well..." I drawled out as I recalled the day I got this scarf.


"Hah! I won again, you are too slow Tyrell."

"You cheated! We said at the count of three Matthew!"

"I didn't cheat! stop being a sore loser!"

I yelled at the red haired boy, one of his fingers pointing accusingly my way. Tyrell didn't look very happy that I "Cheated" in our race.

There was no rule saying that I couldn't say 'three' as soon as I started running, right? Totally fair in my mind!

"No! you always cheat in our games and you know it." He crossed his arms and nodded, agreeing with himself.

"Nope~ you are just a sore loser." I said before sticking my tongue out at him, he was jealous because I won everytime.

Yeah, that was the reason.

I always enjoyed these moments with my friend, because last year his father started training with him so since then the times we could hangout got cut short.

It was our duty as the next generation of Adepts to train and practice sooner than later, or so my father said to me.

Any comeback of Tyrell stopped as we saw the door of my house opening. My father and Tyrell's father walking out.

We quickly walked towards them when I noticed the sad frown on both of them, I tilted my head to the side. Did something happen?

"Tyrell. We are going home." Garet said with a soft voice, the frown on his face not dropping in the slightless.

"But dad! We only started pla-"

"Now."

His complains died in his mouth at the stern voice of his father. He looked at me and then at Garet and only nooded.

"Yes father... I'll see you another day, Matthew" He was disappointed that we couldn't play longer and his demeanor showed that. I was a bit sad too, it must be something important for him to be this serious.

With nothing else to say Tyrell started walking towards their home. I looked at Garet as I felt his hand rub my head softly.

"I'm sorry kiddo. Isaac, I'll see you soon." His head turned to give a nod to his long time friend.

That's the only thing he said as he walked towards his son, intending to catch-up with him.

I looked at my father with my confused blue eyes. He let out a sigh as he crouched down, both of his hand resting in my shoulders.

"Matthew..." He started hesistantly, and I felt a strange knot form on my stomach. My father was always so confident and strong, but, he looked sad and vulnerable now...

Just what happened?

"Your mother..." My shoulders tensed at that. What happened to my mother? Yes, she was a bit sick but she told me she would go back soon to play with me, and she never ever broke her word before!

Then I saw a small yet confident smile form on my father's face, and I felt the tension slowly leave my body. And soon, relaxing completely at his next words.

"Your mother went to a trip to Harapa to see a healer there. Her sickness got a bit worse than expected, but she is strong. She'll make it."

Yes, my mother was strong. The strongest one besides my father. She would be better soon and we would go back and play together again.

I looked up to the clouds until a detail crossed my mind "Then why didn't she say goodbye to me?"

"... ..." I felt his hands tightening ever so slightly on my shoulders but I didn't pay attention to it. "She had to leave as soon as possible, son." That made sense, if it was urgent then I don't blame her for leaving without telling me first.

"But, she left a gift for you." A gift? I tore my gaze away from the clouds to see my father search something in his blue coat. He pulled out a yellow scarf, almost identical to the one he was wearing.

"She made this for you before leaving..." He said as he wrapped the cloth around my neck. "She put a lot of effort in making it. Do you like it, son?"

I could only nod in excitement as I pressed the clothing closer to my face, my nose picked up a faint rose smell in it.

It smelled just like my mother did.

"Hey father."

"Yes?"

"I'll wear this until she comes back, I miss her already."

I saw that smile falter, it looked so sad and broken that it caught me off guard. But as soon as it appeared it was gone.

"Yes my son, that sounds good. Now come, we are going to make dinner." He extended his right hand to me and without hesitation, I took it.

Yeah, my father was alright, I was alright. And soon, my mother would be alright too, we would be a happy family again.

It would take a while until I realized what really happened.


A small smile came to my lips as I closed my eyes. I took in deep breath near the scarf and if tried hard enough. If i focused hard enough...

I would be able smell the roses in the scarf...

"It's just a scarf with good memories..."


I had this little idea before i went to sleep, so i had to write it down and share it. Thanks to my friend Luna for proof reading this. I'm sure it would be a mess without her help.Review and let me know your thoughts about this! See you guys.