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 Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 5:38 pm
 He was running up the field with his long carved rod, which had been hardened with fire, in hand when he saw it. The big stray ram running like a single body stampede but yet as dangerous as that. The ram running towards him!! He jumped to a side to try and dodge the animal. He did it... but then was the thud and someone appeared in front of him out of apparently nowhere, and this surprising apparition mixed with himself landing on loose rocks... it happened so fast yet seemed awkwardly slow. He waved his arms like a bird trying to fly, getting a fierce grip on the rod on his left hand, trying to regain the lost balance.... He could feel like in slow motion his right root sliding on the loose rocks, his body slooooooowly leaning backwards, His eyes widening in a mix of awe and surprise as if they were unable to get the falling info in. Then it was the hard thud. The hard thud and the numbing pain in his lower back and rear, bouncing a little bit and landing finally half laying, his head downfield, his left leg bent, the right straight, kind of keeping himself up resting the weight in his forearms against the groung, still the tight grip on the rod, his knuckles white of the strength with which he was gripping the wood. And it was a man standin there in front of him. A strange man dressed in tight attire, with white bandages that seemed not for healing but for decoration, and with the crimson weeping eye proudly standing in his chestplate. A man that could only be part of legends inside the legends told in the miths... He could only look in awe as the strange man talked with his deep and mysterious voice of kind of cryptical things. He talked about the past, about legends and about evil coming to the village. But the shock made the words of the strange man difficult to get into his brain. The man had suddenly appeared.... and as suddenly as he had appeared he had vanished, even before Haleth could reply or simply say something or ask any question. Then slowly at first but faster in a second, the info stomped his shocked brain and he rose from the floor, his butt aching. Haleth turned around to see if he could see where the man went, but his gaze was struck in the village, were sommething really odd was happening. There was fire. He ran downhill to the village, there was something he could do!! there had to be something!!
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 6:28 pm
 It was moving harshly and perhaps if the townspeople had looked around the peaking of the trees they would see a blue figure watching down on them. People never looked up though. Jan's legs stung from his quickly moving and josling. Before the villiage was a fire, the fire caused by a knocked torch, but what made the people scream were the denizen looking creatures that were moving like water... slow and undaunted. There was a small group of moblins, but in the center was the huge thing. It was the size of three men, with tentacle like hair and a best like complexity. It was crouched and a wicked face plate was over it's face. This was the light stealer. This was the one who was trying to destroy Hyrule's last place of hope. "Get to the center of the villiage." That dark voice spoke. Jan was warning them. There was a click and a Moblin cried out in pain, before it laid still and never got up again. The archer knocked a bow and went to look around. That's when Jan made a rusle to lure it away. He leapt silently falling from the great oak, his lean body straight until his hands locked onto the Moblin's throat, then he swung his legs. The form spun as if on a bar, the creatures neck broke as its head was twisted 360 degrees around ots body. It was a silent kill, but the beasts had their eyes on that blue figure now. The moblins moved faster than the other beast which seemed... blind almost. He got into a low crouch his atire bending with him, as if made for these types of movements. Jan struck hard and fast, barely missing a cut from a Moblin blade. He watched the beast and the fire, and didn't dare look back at the village. Not until he heard a cry of Haleth! It was his mother and the Sheikah turned to face him. There was a ripping sound after that, and pain flooded Jan's body. A Giant black hand had petruded from the monster that was in the center of the village. Its grip upon him was burning almost. His crimson eyes grew wide as a child screamed and pointed. He felt a pressure, and then more so. His insides erupted in pain and there was a crack. The Sheikah himself cursed his own carelessness and closed his eyes. "Netrek anu aout." He whispered, it was the language of the Sheikah and it was emotionless and inflectionless. It was straight words that misted in dark weaving tones. There was a shock from his hands, and the creature screamed in it's two toned way. It then proceeded to promptly crush the figure in its grasp and take its new found hostage with it into the forest. The Sheikah was dangling oddly from its giant black hand. The breat was slow and destructive at least it would leave a trail. Of course it seemed to be heading to an unusual place. It seemed to overlook the forests oak, and the lost meadows of the Temple of time. Instead it took a seperate path, which it ripped and shredded. When Jan came too he recognized the smell of the Kokori woods. He recognized the music that was their jig... All he knew was that it seemed much to far away and in the darkness his Sheikah senses were seeing figures of previous kidnappings. He couldn't seem to find consciousness though... His body however felt relief from the pain he had previously felt as his bones had been crushed... and in his ears he heard a deep voice and one of higher pitch... a fairy perhaps?
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 11:20 am
The fire was small but the wind was making it spread fast. But the flames seemed trying to avoid the horrific creature standing amidst the moblins. The huge mosnter seemed to absorb light and life... and hope equally. And the flames were spreading, spreading into the village and far from the creature. Haleth went directly home, helping his parents put kids, elders and animals aside. But he wanted to do more than to keep people away from the fire. He wanted to help, to REALLY help, so although he knew he had neglected his training for quite some time now, he knew he needed to fight if he wanted to help. So unhearing what his old man was telling him, he ventured into the village and into his burning home, and there he searched for it, for the weapon his adoptive parents had gifted him on his coming of age, when he turned 20. He knew where he had locked it, and prayed for the house to resist a bit longer. Luckily, the walls of the house were made of stone, so the only real problem was the fire eating the roof. Haleth was sweating, the air was burning his lungs and his eyes were teary from the smoke, but he reached for the chest on his room and leaning on it he kneeled and reached for a long wrapped thing under his bed. He dashed out as the ceiling of that room fell, and once outside he coughed and grasper for fresher air, the present's wrapping lovingly put by his stepmother burnt in some places, dusty on others. Haleth unwrapped it and held the long battle staff. Both ends were reinforced with iron and had a short blade in one of them. The helding was finely wrapped in goat leather. His stepfather and the local blacksmith, and the carpenter's son too had worked over a month to make him this. He now was really sad to have to use it for the first time in a time like this. He ran to were the ruckus was and felt his insides twisting and tightening in the presence of that monster. He, although, remembered the stench of the other foul creatures, the moblins. Flashes of things happened really long ago, in a village that was no more, in a time he was barely a kid. Things he did not remember but that his eyes saw. Monsters. Monsters destroying all. Monsters killing his mother. He looked nervously around and saw it. The woman that had been his mother since then, pushing the kids aside to protect them. That same caring woman tossed aside by sheer brute force. Fear and rage got mixed in him and he cried out loud. The shout long and loud made the moblins freeze for an instant, even the creeping fire seemed to quieten. Haleth saw a glimpse of blue turning his way. A glimpse of white bandages and a crimson eye. The man's eyes widened then, as the monster struck and grabbed him. All sounds crashed against Haleth's ears at the same time: the fire, the cries of fear and pain, the growls of moblins... the crushing of the man's bones. Haleth saw the huge creature turn and break his way towards the woods, the man seemingly dead in its clutch. But he heard a faint whisper in a strange language and knew that man was till alive.... at least for the moment. He knew the man got wounded because of him. He knew, and inside of him also felt, that he could not leave this man to die. At least not yet! he had tons of questions to ask! With absolute pain in his heart and after a last glance to the villagers trying their best against the remaining moblins Haleth left after the creature, inside the cursed woods that were charged of myths, legends and ghosts. He hoped for his adoptive folks to be alive and well... but he had no time to search for them now. And moblins were shocked when they saw the rage and determination in such a harmless creature, in Haleth's eyes. That and Haleth's clothes and face splatted with dripping moblin blood was the last those creatures saw before them left to die as Haleth crossd their way. To the woods. For the sake of that man.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 2:19 am
The beast had infiltrated the deepest woods reaching into a village of children like beings. They screamed and fled into their homes, the green of their uniforms were identical and above their heads small lights moved with them. Life partners, guides for the eternally young children. The beast kept on, intending to crawl to the lost woods. It shreiked in rage at finding the place sealed off and instead decided to head towards the next available area. The voice spoke through the darkness and the beast quivered when he was struck as if by an invisible force. The light was sucking him in and for whatever goddess impaired the creature it tried to grapple with anything to keep it away from that horrid light. It's hand dropped the prize it had wanted, the body of the Sheikah warrior falling to the grass of the Deku tree's meadow. It was said all life in this area was part of the Deku tree, and because of that, no evil could grow here, because all of it was so interlaced with Farore's original design that no beast could take it. It was here that the Sheikah laid inert as the beast disappeared inside the great tree. The tree itself had bound the evil creature deep within itself, and a fairy immediately went to the aid of the man that was in such agonized darkness. "Its no use Fask... The sould is tainted... He may be cured by our magic in bodily health only but I fear that a divine darkness had settled upon him... Heal him Fask... then lead the boy here. It is about time that the Hero awakened. The evil that has settled in the Great oak needs to be bannished from this world... Our forest needs him... our world needs him." The fairy of green coloration nodded, its magic weaving into the body of the lean man. A man now destined to suffer a gruesome fate. "There is a way for him to be cured of this, but I do have this information there are a few great ones that know... Lets hope that they find them." With that the fairy took off, the unconscious man remaining under the watch of the Great Deku Tree. The green being zoomed through the massacre of the trees which were already healing over. The spirits were in greiving and were upset. These times were darker than before. Saria was locked away and the spirits in the meadow were frightened and in anguish. Those in Ordon were as well, the springs were barren of their usual guardians. Things looked grim. Though the fairy came upon him, the red headed man covered in blood. "Hero!" It squeaked zooming around the man and trying to push him forward with its tiny body. "Hurry hurry... Hey! Listen! The Deku tree needs you. Stop stalling and get a move on!" It squeaked zooming forward and trying to lead the Hero. The Moblins were no longer around this area but by the ruins that laid waste on the way, they had been, and had been driven out. It was a week ago when Jan had wiped them out. Although it was only because he did not like their pressence so close to the Sheikah paths. But as the Fairy lead the Hero into the deeper reaches, the Forest of Kokori started to appear. There was damage where the monster had tried to flee. "The Deku tree locked up that monster... He says that at your current state you couldn't fight a gohma... much less something like that." The fairy buzzed around as the children started to resurface... "This is Kokori village, its home to the Kokori children. They never age like the Deku tree does or you have... in fact this is the first time I'm meeting a Hylian... My name is Fask... I'm a fairy." Fairies were not prominent and finding one was rare, but here every child had one. They examined the person as if they had never seen one. Today was full of surprises. The Fairy led him over the cobblestone like lillies and into the meadow where in the middle was the figure of blue and what... He was still unconscious and he was laying away from the Hero. His cowl was scewed but it remained hiding him. "Welcome hero... to my meadow... I'm afraid that a great evil has finally laid seige in our forest... Even now the spirits are weeping... Light has been stolen.... but perhaps you are not aware of things.... I am the great Deku Tree, I am guardian over the Kokori and the Fairies of the Faron province. Over the last twenty Years this forest has held off the evil of the Dark King, but the battles are now at an end and the light has been taken from our world... The beast that took your friend and left him in his current state... I have sealed away. By doing this I will eventually die myself....Hero, the one Chosen by the Gods... Please in the name of all of Hyrule, save this place, this world.... "to the west of here and in the northern most part of the forest there is a great oak. Inside is an evil that has taken the light from the Faron beast. Please Vanquish that evil and bring light back to the Faron spring. I will keep this beast here until it is ready to be dealt with... As for your friend hero, I could not save him all the way, the creature of the Twili has laid a curse upon him. It's not one out regular magic could fix, but as a Sheikah he is resilient and strong, he should be able to last until the end of summer before the curse consumes him. It is a dark power... Take rest here in the village and prepare for the evil that lies in the forest oak... My time is coming to an end, Hero, chosen one of the Gods... Fask will accompany you and aid you. Get some rest and then comence your duties as the Hero of Time. The journey will be filled with sacrifice and anguish and the darkness will sometimes seem endless, but keep in mind that which you fight for..." The voice was gone and Jan had yet to regain consciousness... though his body shivered and curled slightly into itself. Jan fought out of duty, he fought to protect the Hero and save hope for Hyrule and its future. That was worth fighting and getting cursed for.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 12:21 pm
Haleth panted as he took an instant to wipe sweat and blood out of his forehead leaving dripping and pale mixex marks on his taned skin. He had left a trail of monstruous moblin corpses behind him on his pursue of the strange wounded man. The forest felt strange, old and young at the same time, hot and damp and there was no breeze although the leaves of the trees were rustling and moving. There seemed to be whispers and voices calling him, confusing him, making he lose his way. But his way was pretty clear, the destruction and fallen ancient trees, the wounds on the earth revealed where the monster went, and he was tailing it. He could smell the foul creature mixed with the wood's scents. He also could see a faint red trail dripped on the ground. When Haleth first saw it, he crouched down and wet his fingers in it, and taking them in front of him he confirmed it, it was blood. The blue dressed strange man's blood. There were no more moblins around, they seemed to not have ventured so far or at least they sure had been confused and lost long before the huge monster came into the woods. He knew every step he was taking now was leading him further into the heart of the forest. He had never been so deeper inside, he was sure no one had. Haleth felt, shivering, that the forest was alive, awakening, and really upset for the wounds inflicted. Haleth was reaching a clearing in the forest, but that seemed not made by any malevolent hand. There was a stream, and there were smaller trees in there.... smaller compared to the trees in the forest, not to normal trees..... but on further inspection he saw windows on those trees, and scales and stairs made of wood and rope. This seemed a village... a really strange one... like in the legends. And then that came. A small buzzling green light came out of nowhere, moving frantically in front of his eyes. "Hero!" It squeaked zooming around Haleth and trying to push him forward with its tiny body. Haleth opened his eyes wide and tried to make it go away like if it was a bug. Haleth froze. the light was.... it talked! "Hurry hurry... Hey! Listen! The Deku tree needs you. Stop stalling and get a move on!" It squeaked zooming forward and trying to lead the Hero."Hey you! Wait!!" He followed the green light that already flew away in front of him. "Wait! what are you!? Where is this?? Where has the monster gone?! It had a severely wounded man in his clutch, is he ok? Is he alive??" But the green light talked and talked, not answering his questions... well, at least not in the order he had asked them. "The Deku tree locked up that monster... He says that at your current state you couldn't fight a gohma... much less something like that. This is Kokori village, its home to the Kokori children. They never age like the Deku tree does or you have... in fact this is the first time I'm meeting a Hylian... My name is Fask... I'm a fairy."That in fact was too much info for Haleth's brain, that was numbed by the whole lot of what recently happened, for the rage blinding him and by a green shiny bug that was talking to him as if that was the most normal thing in the world. A fairy! They do really existed! Following the light in a hurry, he glimpsed what seemed children coming out of their hiding places. They seemed to be really scared. Haleth understood them... who would not be scared of a monster like that? And flying around them, shining in different colours, there was a light like the one he was following. They reached another clearing after having left the village behind, the green clothed kids looking at him following the fairy. That was a grown up for them... a hylian.... and had been really really long time since they last had seen one. There was an enormous oak standing there, and it seemed the oldest living creature in the whole forest. It even seemed to have long beard and moustache made out of herbs and plants growing on its bark. And laying in the ground, apparently dead was the strange man he had met earlier today... but now for him it seemed it was ages ago, for that much things had happened afterwards. Haleth ran past the shiny buzzling green bug and kneeled beside the man. The ground around him was covered in blood, and his clothes were also stained with the crimson life essence, that mixing with the blue of the clothing had turned a dark and ominous purple. But the tearings in the clothing, where there had to be wounded and bleding flesh showed only his skin. He touched, felt him. Unbroken bones, no injuries... he was warm and had a regular pulse. He had been cured and now had passed out. He then heard the old and deep voice of the forest itself. The Deku tree talked to him and answered some unspoken questions. It... He told Haleth that the man laying there was a Sheikah, that he had been cursed and had only until the end of summer before being defeated by the curse that consumed him. The tree also refered to Haleth as Hero, Hero of Time. Haleth wanted to answer he was no hero, he was only a goat shepperd of a peaceful village, but words seemed not to want to leave his mouth. As he continued to listen to the talking tree, he was slowly recalling how hungry and tired and sleepy he was, and short after the voice stopped talking Haleth fell to the ground and rested there, beside the man he had followed to rescue.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 1:22 pm
Careless! Disgraceful! How coulkd he, a Sheikah turn his back on anything much less one of the Twili. It had been a few hours since the Deku Tree had sealed the beast and the Hero had arrived. The Warrior had awakened none to please with his situation. He had expected pain, and blackness, and perhaps a flash of red from the Twilight but it wasn’t there. He was upon soft green grass that was stained with what he could only call… his blood, and beside him was an unconscious, blood splattered Hero. To think he had been vulnerable in front of his charge, oh if his teacher saw him now… How disgraced would he be for such a thing. It had taken him an instant to shot up from the grass and take in his surroundings… The Deku Tree… and what appeared to be a green Fairy lying upon the Hero’s shoulder, both sound asleep. It was breaking dawn, and he felt something awful. It was a pull towards the divine oak, but he staved it off. It had been an intense pull, like somehow there was a line wrapped around him and another tugging him on. Yes careless… He knew what was happening to him. He knew all to well this dark feeling upon his skin. He had been marked by that twili… he was cursed. He figured from the time spent near the creature he must have been inflected with some of its power and thus he was slowly turning into one himself. He shuddered softly, but shook it off. He would last, and there was no use in fretting over it. All Sheikah guides to the Hero died some tragic death. Look at Sheik, he was a mask! A Mask from that one place beyond Hyrule what was it called… ah yes Termina. He had been sacrificed to be used as a tool later. A Successful power of course but a gruesome fate indeed. To be locked away like that. Jan took a brief time to fix himself up, observing the oak. That sense, had the tree bound the beast within itself? If so then the situation in the forest would only get worse unless the spirits of Faron and Ordon were awakened. Even then, Kokori would not stand a chance to the evil that would be attracted to it, but there was no more time to brood over it. He turned to the Hero, he was bigger of build then himself and blood was smeared over him. It was… rather interesting to say the least, had the boy come all the way here for him? What a fool. He could have gotten himself killed. Once again the Sheikah cursed his carelessness. What if the Twili had turned back just for the Hero. The man would have been easy prey and Hyrule would have lost all hope of ever receiving back its freedom. Jan would keep a closer tail upon the Hero now that he knew of such reckless intents. Then again wasn’t the last Hero reckless? He left, his feet making not a sound as his supple body collected some water in a bottle from the Kokori falls. He then returned to the man in the meadow, and cleaned off his face, his hands… anything covered by blood that was not cloth, He too cleaned himself off. He then reached out a hand and touched the Hero. It was a soft gentle kind of caress. He shook the man. “Hero… Hero awaken there is much to be done. We haven’t much time. Awaken now…” He called to him. His leaner form leaning over the Hero in a kind of concerned manner that was unnoticeable.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2009 4:15 pm
Haleth was sleeping a peaceful and well earned dreamless sleep. He felt a gentle touch on his shoulder and then a shaking.
"A little bit more mothre" he mumbled on his sleep. "goats like to trail upfield when the sun is high in the sky...." and said that he kept sleeping, not that he had waken at all...
But the shaking got more intense. "Hero.... Hero..." He tried his best to keep on sleeping to no avail "awaken now....." That was not his mother's voice... that was a man... but who?... the voise was only slightly familiar to him, but he could not reckall from where. He slightly opened his eyes. At first he only saw a shadow on the dawn light, but when his sight focused he saw the man. The blue dressed man with the crimson weeping eye on the breastplate.
Haleth opened his eyes wide and sat up, almost bumping the head with his. He was alive, he was really alive. He could not resist it and huged the man.
"You're allright! Good goddesses, you're unharmed! You have much to tell.... what's all that crap about a Hero.... about me being a hero... The Hero of Time, nonetheless... and there are small kids living here on the woods, and.. and this flying shiny bug also called me Hero, and that bearded tree over there....."
Haleth let go of the unmoving man and stood and walked away visibly nervous.
"All those things of the Hero and Fairies and the Children of the Woods... all of those are only in the myths and legends... tales told to kids before going to sleep to make them have sweet dreams.... I'm no hero at all.. I'm a simple goat sheperd of a peaceful village..... or at least that was what I was.... tonight all that crumbled to corpses, smoke and ashes..... I'm no hero at all... I could do nothing for townspeople, nor the ones that cared for me during so much time.... I don't even know if they are alive.... What can a man like me do...? Even you, a trained warrior almost died against that foul monster....."
Haleth sat on a big rock, covering his face with his now clean hands. Had all this trouble been caused because of him? Had the village where he was born also was burnt to ashes like Ordon because of him? The green fairy was flying around him blabbing nonstop, but he seemed not to hear her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 11:56 am
 What was he, a babysitter? This was so horribly wrong, this was not how a Hero was supposed to act. He was supposed to do what needed to be done and do it gladly. Not be lazy and refuse to wake up. The Sheikah grew annoyed his shaking turning more persistent. Finally those blue eyes opened blearily. They seemed to oppose each other. Red eye, blue hair; Blue eyes, red hair. Yes they complimented each other. The Warrior closed his eyes ready to stand when he suddenly was embraced. It was rough and his every fiber tensed, he had to remind himself that this was the hero or surely a hooked blade would have disposed of the figure that held him. The arms were warm and the boy smelled of blood and sweat. In a way it was so very sweet. The smell from that boy that embraced him tightly. The movement brought a confusion upon the Sheikah who was used to no such thing. Affection in their kind was in cold nods of approval or a brief touch. Something small and certainly lacking the regular intimacy. This closeness was uncomfortable but it was not wholly unpleasant. The Hero’s voice was rambling on about something, most likely nothing important, or of use. It took him another moment, for he was growing lax in those arms. It was much too comfortable, a realization of this made him push away from the man lightly. His red gaze was watching wearily. This was going to be a long journey and they didn’t have time for this. Not at all. But the Hero was rambling like a lunatic but he figured it was justified. It wasn’t everyday in this time of dark ruling that you saw Fairies, or even in a time of light got into the Kokori forest. “Hero… listen to me and listen to me well.” The Sheikah approached the now sitting man. He was nervous and he was in anguish already. How could a boy like this save Hyrule. In a way it pained the Sheikah after two years of watching the boy’s happy nature, to be so lost like this. “ Yes this is the Kokori woods; it is in a deeper reach of the forest you know as Faron Woods. The magic here is very powerful and so many often don’t even make it into the threshold of the Kokori much less get to meet with their great patriarch the Deku Tree. The Kokori here never age… they are older than the forests you know, they were the blessed race of Farore, and over three hundred years ago they were still as they are now. Eternally children. “As for the Fairy. The Fairies that used to live in Hyrule in all the springs hid away with their own patriarchal entities of the great Fairies… The darkness will kill a Fairy so it is natural in these dark times for the creatures to hide away. Of course because of their absence the people have believed them dead, and thus pass on their images to their children. Just like all the other things of Hyrule that couldn’t be kept.” The Sheikah placed a hand softly on the Hero’s shoulder. He sighed. “I know you are the Hero, you may not resemble him now… but you will. I have not come all this way and waited this long, to let you not fulfill your destiny. You are the Hero, the one chosen by the Gods and that is what you are. You are Hylian so the blood in you is strong and courageous. Hero… Haleth… I need you to accept this, You haven’t seen what I have. You weren’t trained like I was. That monster wasn’t anything of this world. I need you to realize that people need you. This isn’t about if you are ready or not. They need you now. Yes ordinary people have tried to save Hyrule but have failed. You are the only one who can claim the mastersword and defeat him. You’re the only one who can set Hyrule free from this. “ The Sheikah knelt before Haleth, looking into the Hero’s covered face before wrenching the hands away. “I need you to believe me and trust me on this. My whole life was for this moment, for this Journey. If you do not take up your tasks, then more people will die. I have sealed your village from evil when the creature took me. They are safe now, but for how long that seal lasts I can’t say. You will become a Hero… but not all Hero’s are just born you know. They have to become. “The dawn is coming we have to leave here quickly, I will accompany you to the Great Oak. I will take you inside and aid you only when necessary. If you defeat the evil there, you can held to restore the forest… and protect your family… isn’t that worth fighting for?” Jan asked the Hero as he stood and looked to a cloudy sky. Yes they must leave.
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2009 3:05 pm
"Thanks.... I.. I suppose I have to thank you for being there and helping protect my village...." Haleth looked into the intriguing crimson eyes, the same crimson as the weeping eye on the chestplate, and thought that the logo really suited the man and his strange coloured eyes... he also seemed to be sad, deeply sad... a sadness bound to his very soul, but also a sadness that only the eye painted in the armor show, a sadness that man seemed to keep to himself. Haleth looked at the sky too and sighed. "Well... seems that heroes won't have time for a bath and even less a spare change of clothes... we both need that.. luckily is summer....." Haleth stood and stretched. He at least had slept.... And at least their injuries were gone.. those of the man, for the cuts on the clothing and the ammount of blood spilled he knew were really deep and severe. He looked around and saw were his weapon was lying and went to retrieve it and clean the blade of it with a ragged strip of his mid tigh long tunic. "I'll follow you... I've already gone this far... I won't turn around and escape. If I'm the hero you say and others recently tell me.... I cannot do that... but I tell you... I'm not trained in any way, the only training I have is in farming and shepperd tasks.... and some childish something with wooden staves and swords I made myself while tending the goats. So well.... I'll be in your care, show me the way whenever I'm lost, beat my a** whenever I lose hope and want to turn around. I'm in debt with you for saving my village, and also for being the cause you were cursed as the Bearded Tree told" "Hey!" Fask flew by making circles around Haleth's head. "Fask will help the hero as well! That is what Master Deku Tree called Fask for. He asked me to take care of the Hero and help him and the fated one to fullfill their task." And standing just in front of the Hero's eyes the fairy buzzed "And I'm no bug ok? I'm Fask, a Fairy" Haleth took a step back due to the fierce aura the little fairy seemed to emanate, because see him/her what is called seeing.... Haleth saw not, he only saw the green shiny light and the sparkling it produced, aside from the dragonfly-like wings it had, which moved really fast. "I'm sorry Fask..... I think yesterday I was a bit harsh... but well.... too many things in too small time.... I won't ever call you bug, I promise." Looking back to the sheikah, Haleth spoke again. "You seem to know me well, Sheikah.... but I don't even know your name... If we are to be following the same path, maybe I should know the name I should call when I need some advice...." Haleth smiled, he had tried his best to be as polite as he could. He felt he was nothing more than a burden for the trained man.... He was sure that the man saw in him a child that was good for nothing and even less for being a Hero, but he also could feel taht even the man had that feeling, he had also all his hope put in him, and that trobled Haleth, but at the same time wanted to be up to his expectations, although he himself thought that was quite... too much to be put in his sheperd's shoulders.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 11:49 am
Jan was kind of at a loss at this point, there was at some point in the brief span of instilling knowledge to the Hero that the Sheikah felt the anxiety of this whole situation. Even the Hero before this one had some sword experience; surely they had all had some. The crimson eyes that adorned to small portion of face that was uncovered by his wrappings slipped around the area as he awaited some sign of the Hero’s compliance. His body seemed to be still as a statue, there was no inflection of movement and life seemed to be something lifelike painted on it. Then that moment was spoiled when Haleth moved and instantly the red eyes were locked upon him. He was thanking him?! Why would he do that? Giving himself to him? Ah no he shouldn’t be doing that…
“Do not thank me… ever. I don’t deserve it, I’m just doing what I was told, and what any other of my kind would have done. You should never thank me like that…” The Sheikah made for the opening when he still suddenly. Somehow even the spirits of the forest, which only Sheikah eyes could see, were now watching them… The red gaze widening in an almost frightened manner, but it was hidden from anyone else seeing and he quickly locked away all the fear.
“So he did tell you… It was not your fault Hero. I got careless, this is my repercussion and I will bear it. Do not fret over my well being. Certainly you owe me nothing…” That shouldn’t have been the Hero’s motivation and for the instances he had said those words he felt his body chill with how edged they were. As if it was some taboo subject.
“It may be better like this… As the curse progresses I will be able to fight the Twili, which you cannot do. They were never meant to be here in the first place…” He whispered, turning back to the Hero. His expression seemed to never change, at least not for Haleth or even anybody unless he was alone, but seeing the Hero pushed back from such a tiny Fairy was just well… slightly humorous and once again he knew he would have to start from the beginning. The lean body slinked over to Haleth, but it was a graceful type of walk.
“I will teach you swordplay… I will also aid you in how to use weapons you may acquire. Some things you will need to do on your own. When fighting the big enemies… I cannot aid you, no matter if I want to or not. That is not my place. I will also teach you some of the Ancient songs and I am sure that if you speak with people around Hyrule they will teach you music as well. Every race has a song, every town has a song. This world is full of them. We could probably purchase an orcarina here for you. And should we travel to your town of Ordon I have already had a sword made for you there. I figured there would come a time when you would need it.” The Sheikah turned away from the Hero his gaze to the opening of the Meadow and just like that he was leaving and hopefully the Hero and his new found companion would follow.
The Sheikah approached one of the houses and talked in a low voice to the being atop the roof. He nodded in approval and entered. Haleth if he were to have joined him, would witness the Sheikah pull out a bag of rupees and pay for an oak ocarina, a beautiful instrument. It had cost him fifty rupees but that was nothing to what he had saved up.
“Here Hero, you will need this.” He had never answered what his name was. According to what the Sheikah had revealed you:
1. Never say thank you to them.
2. Never consider yourself in dept.
It seemed as if they were a very modest type of people, that preferred solitude to anything else.
“You need not my name, it is not important… and yes I would like to think I know a little about the man who will become the Hero of Time. I was sent to watch over you two years ago. I would like to think in that time that I have received some inclination as to how you are.” There was a time when Haleth almost fell off the Faron Bridge when he was with the swords smith and his father, but a blue blur had saved him. There had been some instances where intervention had been necessary.
“We will head to Ordon before we go to the Oak. You need to get prepared and you can’t do that here. Come I will lead you out of the woods. The illusions are heavy here and already the trees will have regrown.”
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 3:09 am
"I don't care if what you did you did it 'cause it was your duty. Maybe for you was only that, a duty like any other you had to fullfill, but for me it's important. Although it's not the place I was born in, Ordon is the place where I've been grown, where I lived all my life. I know I'm not the most sociable one, that I spend my whole days in the mountains and other kids my age used to mess with me because I was the outsider one... but I don't care, I love the town that took me in when I was alone, I love the townspeople, even those I'm in no good terms with.... and you saved that. Doctors and vets also do what they are taught and told to do, for them saving people and animals' life is their job, the thing they do everyday... but for those who are not doctors, nor vets, having the son cured, or the goats that make his living healthy, its really important and feel gratitude for the ones doing that for them, because if it were not for them, the son would be dead and the goats ill. So even if you don't want me to thank you, even if you don't want my gratitude, you'll always have it because you saved something important to me." Haleth followed the misterious Sheikah into the forest village holding the weapon like a sheperd would hold a long walking stick, with the bladed end upwards, helping he walk at a comfortable pace and listening while the man spoke. This man is really strange told Haleth to himself. Its like if he held every emotion in the depths of his heart, pushing them inwards, not letting a single bit escape and he felt a bit of sorry for that, because a life with no emotions sure would be way too plain, with no laugh, no happiness.... no love.... The hero shook his head to get rid of those foul ideas and saw the Sheikah coming out of one of the tree-like houses and a blurry thing aimed at him. "Watchout!" Fask said, but Haleth did not need that advice as he caught the thing with no effort. It was made of wood at the touch, and then he looked closely at the ovoid instrument with several holes. That was a beautifully made ocarina. "You shouldn't have bought it... if we're headed to Ordon I could have pick my wooden flute.." Haleth took the instrument to his lips and tried the sounds of it playing a little tune he remembered from old times. "It has a really nice sound!" he smiled, a wide smile meant from the heart, innocent, a really happy smile. He and Fask followed the man on his way through the forest village. The Kokori children were not hiding this time and they came out or stopped what they were doing to watch them go away. They wvwn followed a bit, and when they were about to enter the woods again, Haelth turned to them and shily raised a hand to wave goodbye. Then he ran not to lose sight of the Sheikah, who seemed to know the way even with his eyes blinded. He was amazed to see the newly grown trees had almost healed the destruction path the monster had made through the forest on his way in to it. Such enormous trees had grown in a single night... He could also feel the nervousness and joy of the fairy, she was flying from here to there, inspecting all, sometimes flying alongside the Sheikah. He also felt strange. his feelings were mixed. He was now going back to his village and he was happy for that, but he somehow felt that this was going to be the last time he saw the village. "Well then..." Haleth suddenly spoke his mind out. "if your name it's not important maybe I'll have to make up one for you.... you know, calling you Sheikah bein that.... I don't know, its like calling Goat to a single goat which is amongst other of its kind.... or it would be like calling Fask Fairy instead of Fask.... hmmm..." he fell silent, thinking a suitablename for the Sheikah.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 10:41 am
It was serene, the woods like this. Like there was something not empty in the pained trees that were weaving together. He had said that the forest was magical. Ganondorf had attempted to burn it to the ground but the holy place grew back so quickly that the effort to keep it barren was to much of a hindrence than an accomplishment. He knew that the Kokori would eventually be infested by evil that spread from its main Temple. But if they could revive the Great oak and free the Faron beast then the Kokori would have a chance to be safe. The Sheikah were a caring people they just didn't show it outwordly and perhaps that didn't notice that they helped other races survive like they did. It wa sin their nature to make sure that other races were okay. Jan himself and his feelings toward the Kokori were of Duty, but there was something underlying that... He enjoyed them, they were free and they were happy. Now... because of his careless mistake, they were losing their patriarch to that Twili. The shadows of the trees were welcoming from the heated summer sun, or what was the begining of summer. The Shadow warrior led on though and everyonce in awhile they stopped for a rest when he felt that the Hero was in need. The Forest was large and to get back to ordon would be a little over a day. The walk was nothing for The Sheikah himself, or if it was he didn't show signs of fatique. "The old times, not that it matters now, the Hero would use an Orcarina made from our people to get into secret places, or even to open up the temple of time. This would also open the realm of light which held the Triforce, or what was the triforce. It was destroyed though and so The Sages created another method of opening the sacred Temple. The mastersword itself. Onluy the Hero and the guide can enter the temple, though the Triforce no longer resides there. You will need an Orcarina for what I will teach you when the time is right." Jan explained as Fask decided to explore their surrounding area. They had bypassed the main Temples and had come out near the entrance to Faron woods about an hour ago. At the moment they were resting near middle Faron and the sun was high. The Hero had yet to come up with a name for him, and other then the breif conversations that they had. They were silent to each other. In truth the Guide was anxious, he was worried, but at the same time he was relieved. The Hero had some backbone in admonishing him, and had a fierce passion. That was important, it showed what he was really like and that made things seem okay. His thinking aloud was also mildly entertaining and many times the Guide had to remind himself of training. It seemed the Hero had a horrible effect upon him. When they left that rest spot, the Sheikah looked back at the pool, to any it would seem alive and well... but it was not. The spirit was not there and it was no longer healing water... just water. They made good time, and made it to Ordon just after nightfall. "It would be wise to see your family while I collect the supplies you will need. We will spend tomorrow here, I need to teach you some basic sword skills for the Oak." He also felt sorry for the Hero, it would be his last day for a very long time at his home. His destiny would take him away from people he loved, and while as a sheikah he did not understand the signifigance of that. He understood that this was a Hylian... Not just any person. "Take this time to Let them know you are well."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 10:53 am
The travelling through the forest took them almost all day, gladly resting from time to time. The Sheikah's mood seemed to never change, always distant and cold, really calm or so it seemed. Haleth could not decypher any emotion on him... ther was only once, when they were resting near a pond that the crimson eyed man seemed troubled and sad, but that was only a flash, an instant, as the man looked into the pond and touches the srface of its water in what seemed a sad caress, remembering something. He himself played that new instrument when they rested, somehow, its sound helped his heart to be at ease, ans Fask seemed happy too with the sound of the instrument of her homeplace. They arrived at Ordon at nightfall, around the time only the day before he was going happily downfield to put the goats in the barn and have a nice dinner... He now could see homes with roofs halfway remade, burnt and chopped down trees, messed up flower beds, people not going alone anywhere.... and most important, there was not a single laugh on the air, kids were not playing outside and watchdogs were guarding the houses. The local sentinels patrolling the streets. The Sheikah told him to go see his family while he collected supplies. He could simply nod. He had now a tight knot in his insides, all the happiness that he felt for returning to the village although for only a single day crashed against the sad reality of what happened to the village. "Then... I... I think I'll be going..... Shall we meet I don't know... at where I live.. or you would prefer that we meet again on the fields? I... no... it's decided... you better come and have a proper meal before we go anywhere else..... and I'll feel more at ease with you there when explaining the whole lot to them. And I'm sure my mother will do something about ouuur clothes. We won't accept no as an answer. If as you say yo've been watching me over two years, you already know the place. See you later, Crimson". And with that Haleth took the path that led to the village. "Come on Fask!, Coming with me?" He said half way, and the fairy buzzed around the Sheikah before speeding her way to follow the hero. When he arrived home, Haleth stood in front of the door for an instant, dubios if to knock or not. " Aren't we coming in Hero?" Haleth blinked and looked at the tiny green light that stood flying at mid-air, more or less at the level of his eyes. He noded and raised a somewhat trembling hand while resting his weight on the staff. He knocked. Voices seemed to fell silent in those instants before a slight gap oppened on the door and some eyes peeked from the inside. Those eyes widened and the door suddenly oppened. A tall woman with light brown hair and quite some strands of gray hair stomped against Haleth, hugging him with tears on her deep blue eyes. She then took a step backwards looking at her son, inspecting if he was real and if he was injured or ok, and hugged him again even more tightly. A middle aged man not as tall as her stood by her side, his hair deep gray with the sides of the forehead and the beard pure white, he hugged the boy too after his wife had let go of him. Haleth could not feel happier, his family was ok. both had minor injuries and cuts and such, but they were fine and alive. They made Haleth come inside, and Fask followed. They had not seen her yet. It was a 6 or 7 year old girl with light brown her like her mother that saw the green light buzzling around her oldest brother while the parents questioned Haleth long about where had he been, what happened, and why was he covered in blood. Fask played with the girl, who was really amazed, and called the attention on them saying "A fairy, a fairy! look mom, look dad!! it's a real fairy!!" Haleth's mother ushered his son to take a bath and to have a proper change of clothes while she, wiping her eyes, started to prepare a good meal. Fask continued to play with the little girl, and some time later two boys, twins and younger than Haleth, came into the hose as well. They were the brothers of the little girl, and the parents made a review to them waiting for Haleth to be ready. When he was, he had to tell the whole lot again, waiting for the Sheikah to come. He hoped he would come... he had left before the man could answer anything about coming or not....
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 12:22 pm
He was for the Hero, so it was no surprise that when the Hero had requested he eat with his family that he was obligated to take up the offer. When it had been an order, he immediately knew he would be there. That cut into things a bit. He would need to restock quickly it seemed. Of course from where they enteredand seemingly unarmed the Sentries that had been on watch had not questioned the blue covered man, who in the dark looked presentable enough. However he would not take chances, and thusly he headed up into the Moutain to where he assumed would be a desolate place. It was, he could sense no one when he pulled out his small harp. He heard nothing when he plucked the strings, and in his ears he heard the song divinely. The Waltz of the Sheikah. It was a ceremonial song for intimate occassions, or festivities. It was also the secret of their warping song. It would lead him home quickly where he could prepare himself. That's exactly where it took him. They said home was where the heart is, but his heart wasn't here nor there, his heart was locked on a mission and that meant that the home he was in was strange and not exactly much of a home but a rest stop. It was here he gathered a set of clothes and took to bathing in the frigid water of the ioutside pond. The blood and grit came off him easily and the smell of soap was pleasant. Of course the bath would have ben unenjoyable to anyone else but him. The water was bitterly cold and it was a darkened water, not tainted but different. It had special properties that loosened his muscles and cleansed his skin. It took him five minutes to become presentable... His body cleaned of any bit of muck that had stuck to him. His skin was a sort of pale tan. Fair but yet not exactly fair. His hair would seem short until you got to the long pionytail that kept the rest of his blue tresses low on his back. It was easioer to wrap that way. He was young, and yet there were faint mars upon his skin, the softoutlayer hashed in some places were it seemed to be scars, or burns... They were all slim and precise, as if they had struck to his bone. Perhaps they had... the training was hard upon the guides, and he had no leeway in preparing for this journey. His skin telling the tale of blood sweat and bone that had been given for this one mission. His only mission, his only purpose for surviving in this world. His crimson gaze took over the surroundings as he dressed in the extra set of tighter clothes. They were like his old ones but instead of hand wrappings there were leather coverings to go over the wrappings as a sort of brace. He wrapped his neck and head in record time and dawned the cowl and Sheikah breast plate. It took him only a few more minutes to gather his items. The maps, the letters they would need for clearance, the magic items such as healing salves, and ingredients for them. He also packed a wetstone and another pair of clothes. His old ones in a seperate container, they were clean but he would mend them later. He refilled his Deku Seed pouch, and dawned his knives and needles. He packed the small bag of things at the bottom of a slightly bigger waist bag, which held his clothes and some rations. He traveled light for the bags were small and having smaller pouches for remedial herbs helped with the pack being its size. He packed two canteens one with medicinal Sheikah wine and another with water, The wine went into the bottom of the bag. He left after only an hour before unstrapping Thara, a dark Stallion from the barn. It would take him an hour to get to Ordon, the conventional way if he pushed the horse, so he descended the forest enclosure of his peaople in a souther trail that would lead him through the sacred moutain pass. It would take him only about, thirty minutes and that's what he did... He liked this though, nightly breezes blowing passed him and he felt a flutter in his chest. It was an odd feeling that he got when riding. It was a joy that he usually enclosed but he let it out here for know, and chuckled lightly. Only to silence it with the cowl as he approached the entrance to the back of Ordon. He jumped the closed Goat gate and continued on until he reached the village again. A dog started to bark but under the crimson gaze it silenced. He trotted Thara to the living quarters of Haleth, and dismounted. Thara went to the stream to drink and rest while the Sheikah raised a hand to the door. There was a small knock, and the festivities inside hushed. A boy answered he was older than the girl that he had seen before but he knew the boy as well. Another child of Haleth's step parents. He had a twin. The boy froze upon seeing the man in blue, probably thinking him a monster, but Fask flew immediantly to the Sheikah and welcomed him. "Your back! You got everything yes?! You have something for Fask?" It was excited and with a nod to the boy he stepped inside only enough for the door to close and there he stood. He pulled out a Deku seed, and gave it to Fask along with a strange looking berry. The Fairy was estatic and started to munch on the fruit right away. "Forgive my intrusion at such an hour, but I believe it is necessary." The man known as Haleth's father gave a nod and seemed surprised to say the least as the Sheikah entered his home. He did not sit even when motioned to do so. "It has been so long since I have seen that symbol... The last time I saw it, was when that man brought Haleth to us. My son speaks of some odd things, if you could confirm this..." The man was staring intently at the Sheikah as if trying to mark him as one. From the cold mannersism and the polite humbleness it was obvious that the astranged being in their pressence was of the Shadow Tribe. "Whatever he has told you is true. I must take your son with me... under her magesty's orders." From his bag he produced a letter and upon it was the royal seal of Princess Zelda. His replies were curt and short. No room for values orleaks into his actual behavior. He was inpenetrable to the searching gaze of the father. "I am also afraid that he will not be in the safest conditions and with the way things are he may not return the same. I am not a family oriented person and it is in our culture not to believe in attachments, so I do not understand the weight of this news to you." There was a heavy silence in the room as the man read the letter. A Fallen look came over him as he looked up from the paper. The children had stopped playing and even Fask, who was always talking was for once silent. It was Haleth's mother that spoke. "Isn't there anything that can be arrange so he..." But the Sheikah only shook his head. It was silent again and to the woman's credit she did not cry. "How long does he have here..." Her eyes were set upon the young man in blue. He was so young looking even if only his eyes and eyebrows were showing, still there was a shadow under the cowl that revealed a youthful lower face. "A day and a half." His voice was a shadowy voice that was pretty but emotionless as it ran over a darker accent. Haleth's mother sat in a chair next to her husband. There was a tenseness in the atmosphere that disipated as Haleth's father wathed the figure before him. He had thought that it was all... that they were all... "The Sheikah were supposed to have been extinct... when the moblins came with ganondorf into the war, they were hunted. There were bounties on their heads because they were the Royal Families most trusted people. It is said they can't lie. They were said to have been slaughtered... That because of their strength in battle that they were the first to be wiped out to prevent any complications to their opposing side." "..." for an instant there was a deep pain in the crimson gaze, and intense feeling that for an instant had filled the room before it was locked away. He didn't announce his motion to leave verbally, but instead with a Curteous and graceful gesture, that seemed to be some Sheikah way of saying goodbye. He backed his way to the door, and was just about to leave. He was intercepted and the silence broken. "Your taking our brother away! How can you just leave like that! You have no right to take him." It was one of the twins, he was angry and he had now blocked the Sheikah's exit. The Guide showed no surprise. It was unnatural for them all to accept it. The chrildren were too young to understand.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 7:11 am
Haleth was happy to see that Crimson came, and was silent during all the time the man and his step parents were talking. But he fet sad seeing the turn of events and Crimson turning around and about to leave. But then his little brother, one of the twins that were turning 15 on fall, stood against the door preventing the Sheikah his leaving. "You're taking our brother away! How can you just leave like that! You have no right to take him." It was really brave from him to stand against a grown up. Haleth walked calmly to him and kneeled beside him taking the boy in his taned arms. He had to make a great effort not to shed any tears. "I came here when I was a kid even smaller than Lillia is now, and father and mother took me in as if I was their own son. Then you both came, and some years later came Lillia. That's why I'm different to the whole family, because I was born somewhere else, but my family died, and they took me in. But now I've known that I have to fullfill this duty, leaving you all behind for some time. Now you... and you too" He said looking at the other twin. "you both will be now the old ones. You have to be brave and help mom and dad in everything, taking my place while I'm off. Crimson was right, my path alongside with him won't be a flower field, it will have lots of danger and will be tough, but I promise you that I will come back safe and sound.... So I want you to be two little men, you clones, and I want you to grow strong, ok?" Haleth looked at the boy standing in front of the door with older brother's pride in his eyes and motioned to the twin of this to come near too, and hugged them both tightly and hushed to them: "Protect mom Lillia and dad, but if they tell you to hide or run or watever, take Lillia and do so. Will you be brave on my behalf?" The two kids nodded and hugged the Hero too. "Now lets step aside and let Crimson leave if that is his wish, although wouldn't you reccommend him not to do so?" The kids nodded again. "and why is that, tell him..." "Because mom's roasted goat is the best in all village!" they said as one. Haleth stood behind the two boys, a hand in each one's shoulder looking at the crimson eyed man. ((here its up to you if the sheikah stays or politely declines the offer)) Ater they had eaten, not as joyously as it should have been due to the happiness of the meeting but the big sadness of the leaving, Haleth went to pack his things. He tried not to overdo it, and took only a couple of spare tunics, his trousers were made of good leather and that meant they were tough. He looked at the smoked walls and the ceiling, which was burnt out and lacking in almost the half of it. The damage was big, but mendable. He also packed the short knife and the ocarina from the Kokiri that the Sheikah gave him. Once he had it all packed he went downstairs, with the pack on a hand and in the other hands he had some things clutched. His family was waiting for him downstairs. He hugged his brothers first. "Take this, Val, and take good care of it. Play it for the goats out there in the fields, they like its sound and I know you play it well" and with that he gave his old flute to him. "I want to hear you playing great tunes when I'm back!" He the turned to the other twin and hugged him too to this one he put a feathered soft leather brown hat (one of those like robin hood) "This is dad's old hat. He gave it to me when I started going out to the fields with the goats. Now it's yours untill I'm back". Haleth turned to his mother who had the girl in her arms. He sweetly caressed the girl's hair and kissed her forehead. "I'm a boy and I don't have anything suited for a fine little girl like you, but we always can tell mom to give you the plushie she made for me when I was a little kid" The girl smiled widely and they both looked to the woman, who was bravely holding her tears back. He hugged her and thanked her for taking care of him. Last but not least he stood in front of his step father. They held each other gaze for some time and then they hugged. No words were needed. The man handed Haleth his staff and oppened the door for him.
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