Himmels: Huzzah! Third sequel to 'Green Sheikah' peoples! Be proud!
Draculina: Because God knows we are!
Himmels: Wah, I'm so excited! For the people just tuning into the Sheikah series, you'll still might be able to understand what is going on. The people who popped up in 'Of Dark and Grey' seemed too at least...I was impressed.
Draculina: We look forward to meeting new people...to terrorize...
Himmels: -glares at alter ego- Anyway, also if you are just tuning in, people who read our last sequel and were loyal in reviewing got places inside our fiction as a thank you!
Draculina: The person who is showing up in this chapter is ChasiingXTwiiliight as Serena the Gerudo!
Chapter 1
Spirit of Fire
Tension was growing in the vast desert that covered the western side of Hyrule. Beyond the Gerudo territory there are many other tribes that are quickly developing a firm uneasiness when word got out that Nabooru talked down to the leader of a steadily prospering tribe called the Gahzi. Nabooru's advisers warned her against rejecting any of the leader's offers. She rejected both the advice and the leader's intentions which practically made a small tremor run through the ground in the desert, sending messages to all the different tribes. Nabooru made a speedy departure from the Gahzi fortress which radiated its anger onto her back as she rode off on her horse. She knew that she has caused civil unrest for everyone in the desert, but it was her choice and her choice alone when she declined the rather ridiculous invitation, in her opinion. She didn't know what was worse; being Ganondorf's second in command in the past or being asked such a question from the pompous and arrogant leader of the Gahzi.
"Lady Nabooru, what did the leader ask you, if you excuse my curiosity." Nabooru's favorite hand-in-hand and best friend asked her, shouting over the wind and thudding horse hooves at the fast pace they were going.
"I'd rather not answer, Serena. I'll tell you when the time is right." Nabooru answered her.
Her advisor, Mushirah, rode along side of her and in turn asked, "We are making great haste, my lady. Why are we leaving so quickly? The leader seemed reluctant to let us go."
Again Nabooru was unwilling to give them the whole truth, "We need to get away from this place as fast as possible." Was all she would tell her councilor.
Together they rode, only stopping to rest their horses and a few times halting at a rare oasis to fill their water skins and let the horses drink. Nabooru was thankful towards Serena for no longer asking any questions that she did not want to answer nor hear, but aggravated at Mushirah for pressing on and telling her that she should have agreed with whatever the leader of the Gahzi said. She would rethink that if she knew what he asked upon her.
"Must I call you my kibitzer rather then my trustful advisor, Mushirah? Please refrain from asking any more questions. I truly wish to not answer them." Nabooru said as gently as she could.
Mushirah looked unconvinced of ceasing her interrogation, but did as she was told anyway. Nabooru smiled when she sensed the questions floating around in her head still. The three horses took one last swallow of water, before they mounted them and began to walk. Making sure the horses her comfortable and that they were out of the small oasis they began again their galloping towards Gerudo fortress.
Constantly during the ride Nabooru had to straighten her guhtra. When crossing the desert it was necessary to protect one's skin, so Nabooru wore the usual traveling clothes, except they held a bit more color and shape. She kept her usual pale pink sirwals, but put over her brazier-like top, a white dishdasha and over the dishdasha a long light pink robe that trailed unto her mare's back and down to her knees. Pink sapphires lined the sleeves and the bottom seams along with the iqal that kept her guhtra on her head. Her long red chestnut hair was tied up into a high ponytail topped off with a large ruby that matched her necklace and sandals. She wasn't used to wearing this much garments at once and she decided even before she reached Gahzi that when she got home, she will rip these evil clothing off and stuff them in the back of her wardrobe. Her two friends beside her didn't seem to mind the clothing attire. They wore the same as her, minus the jewels. Serena wore a light lime green and pale yellow and Mushirah, a dark blue and gold.
The trio slowed to a trot when they reached the Desert Colossus and sighed in relief when they saw their beloved home in the distance. Even Mushirah was smiling happily with Serena when they drew nearer and nearer. Nabooru found herself weary with the ride and stress from what had happened in a night and one day. She was happy to know that she could now go home and rest…that is after she explains to her people that she will explain later. Her second advisor and Mushirah's sister, Wajihah will be demanding answers just as Mushirah was doing earlier. Right now, Nabooru just wanted to go into her chamber and take a long rest. Then she would like to bathe and think about her plans and strategies for the potentially fatal future for her people. The sand was slowly turning to harder dirt as we slowly reached our adobe bastion. All the guards that stood upon the roof tops looking down for any intruder that dared enter turned towards the trio. I saw that they at first gripped their spears, but then recognizing they stood their weapons and leaned against them. Some people walked out of their doorways or poked their head out the window to see the on coming group glad to see their leader back. Three guards laid their weapons on the ground and walked towards them to hold the horses' reins and lead them away when they dismounted. Nabooru nodded towards the guard that took hers and walked forward towards the fortress with Serena and Mushirah at her side. Nabooru looked up to see her chambers at the top of the stronghold and sure enough, Wajihah was waiting in her russet jilbab in front of Nabooru's entry way. Nabooru raised her eyebrow and smiled at her promptness. She was determined to know what she wanted to know just like Mushirah who followed behind me with Serena as we climbed the capricious stairs and went through different cloth covered entry ways. We finally climbed one last stair before we reached my chamber.
Wajihah didn't waste one second before she started in, "What happened?"
"No hello?" Nabooru asked sarcastically walking by her, sweeping away the pearl beads that covered her doorway.
"Hello. What happened?"
Serena giggled slightly behind Nabooru, but was silenced by a nudge from the ever serious Mushirah. Nabooru smiled and delayed the moment of her already prepared answer by taking off her long robe, guhtra, and dishdasha. She didn't turn back to her friends behind her until she was in her usual outfit.
"I'd rather not say, Wajihah." She answered with a smile.
She paused for a while before she responded, "…What?"
She heard me, so I just blinked before I turned away and lay upon the cushions and blankets strewn across the floor. As if that was the signal for them to relax, Serena lowered her guhtra revealing her cute, young face. Mushirah also lowered hers exposing her elegant, stern face. The difference was remarkable. Nabooru waved her hand towards the silken pink, red, and orange pillows with yellow blankets, surrounding them to offer them a seat. They all sat around her, Serena and Mushirah grateful for the release of laxity.
"Why do you refuse to tell?" Wajihah tried not to sound demanding.
"I will once I think things through. I need rest and to sort my thoughts before I jump to any conclusions and cause the Gerudos any harm."
Wajihah was hesitant at first, but then she seemed to approve of Nabooru's explanation.
"Is it that bad?" she asked.
"Truthfully, I don't know." Nabooru answered, "If it is…Then we'll be prepared."
"Were you three alright during the ride?" Wajihah asked.
"Now you ask." Mushirah chuckled.
Serena smiled and said, "I do believe I could have come here with my arm cut off and she would still ask these questions before she asked if I was alright."
"Well, your arm wasn't cut off, so I didn't care." Wajihah countered.
"I think she might be right." Nabooru agreed.
Wajihah was indignant, "I care whether or not you all come home safely!"
The serious talk they were having had fallen into mindless chit chat that friends make and eventually they slowly dispersed from Nabooru's chamber. Mushirah was tired from the trip, so she was the first to leave. Then Wajihah who wanted to go see things through like she usually did when Nabooru wasn't up for it. Serena stayed for a while longer to see if her friend was alright.
"Did the leader of Gahzi do something to you?" she asked.
Nabooru blinked at the odd question, "Do something to me? Do you mean like strike at me?"
She nodded.
"No," Nabooru smiled, "Nothing of the sort. We just needed to get out of there quickly. Believe me you'll thank me for that later." Nabooru laughed.
"So you are fine?"
"I'm fine."
Serena nodded slowly still keeping her eyes on Nabooru doubtfully.
"Go get some rest, my friend." Nabooru motioned towards the beaded opening, "You deserve it."
She still looked skeptic, but she said goodbye and turned walked out the entry way.
Nabooru sighed and stretched on the cushions. Gradually, she got up and went to her wardrobe to dig out her old black abaya she slept in and stalked to her fore-poster bed of orange silk and yellow draperies. She threw back the top layer of sheets and slipped in sighing again. The comfort of a bed was a lot better then the desert ground. Though it was still daylight, she slept through it and well into the night before she woke again.
Wandering through the Fire Cavern was one of his favorite things to do. Unaffected by the scorching heat Kheisho walked across the shaky wooden bridge towards the cave. His Goron buddies awaited him inside the temple. They were not used to people other then themselves inside the mountain. Supposedly only Red Sheikah and a person wearing the red tunic would enter. Currently, Link was the only person with the tunic, but there are others out there.
"Hey Kheisho!" yelled a young Goron they nicknamed Dusty.
Kheisho smiled at the small group sitting upon the stairs, "Hey guys! What'd I miss?"
"Believe it or not, nothing. Why are you always late? Are you standing in front of your mirror at home making sure every strand of hair is perfect?" the second Goron called Baq laughed.
Kheisho struck a pose and responded, "My hair is always perfect, right Purga?" He asked the lone female Goron laying across the stairs.
She scoffed and waved her hand in dismissal. Kheisho laughed at her indifference and said, "You love me, Purga, and you know it."
"You think everybody loves you." Dusty said blandly, tugging at one of Kheisho's golden locks.
Kheisho slapped at his hand and replied, "Because they do! How can someone resist the temptation?" he put his arms on the back of his head and grinned his trademarked grin. They all laughed happily and did as they usually did: nothing. Purga didn't speak often, but rather listened and laughed when the time was right. She was shy, but clever and stayed close to her familiars. Dusty the daredevil of the trio was the one who was constantly getting into fights and trouble. Hence the name Dusty for all the times he was thrown into the dirt by the older and more experienced Gorons. He sure can take on someone his age though. Baq was the most intelligent of the three, but he had a bad habit of doing whatever Dusty said despite what his intelligence says differently. When that happens usually Purga is there to get them out of trouble. Baq was aiming to be one of the high councilors of the Gorons, so he concentrated hard on his studies, unlike his good friend Dusty. Purga had more of an I-don't-care personality, so she just kept up with her studies and the other students getting good, but not excellent scores.
"How is the new addition to the royal family doing?" Baq asked.
"Ma says the little one is doing well." Kheisho replied, "I'm glad I wasn't chosen for being his Sheikah. I don't want responsibility like that even if the War of the Triforce is over."
"One day you'll most likely get picked." Dusty pulled one of his locks again.
"What is with him and the fascination with my hair?" Kheisho thought, slapping his hand away yet again.
"Eh, not any time soon though."
"How is Shema?" Purga asked, "Dark Link treating her right?"
Kheisho rolled his eyes, "Shema's doing fine and Dark Link is treating her like the princess she is. Why wouldn't he?"
Purga shrugged, "Just asking."
"You can trust Dark Link, Purga. Shema will be fine."
She didn't respond.
Dusty yawned and asked, "Is she gonna have a kid too?"
Half of Kheisho was annoyed, the other half amused, "Shema doesn't like kids."
The tone of Kheisho's voice said 'drop it', so they all silenced. They hung out together until it was close to evening and Kheisho planned to visit his sister when it was dark, with Saphiraugen and Lillà. The Gorons walked him to the entry of the temple and then said goodbye. He waved at them and walked out of the volcano, while taking a deep breath to prepare to jump off the cliff to get to the bottom quicker. Dodging those annoying falling rocks was tiresome and he'd rather not waste his time. With a small leap Kheisho was dropping down at a fast speed, landing on his hands and feet like a cat and straightening without the slightest pain. He picked up a run and sped to the usual meeting place.
Down the volcano, through Kakariko, and across Hyrule field, to the forest of Dark Link, was his destination. In the distance he saw Saphiraugen and Lillà enter into the black forest. He grinned and sped up a bit more. He bounced off a tree and entered the thick aired, can't-see-two-inches-in-front-of-you forest. By squinting his eyes he could see Saphiraugen's white shirt, so he just followed that little bit of artificial light. He didn't trust himself running in this place, mainly because he couldn't see the ground.
Soon enough he reached Shema and Dark Link's home and he managed not to fall down for once on the way there. The door was just closing after the couple he was following stepped in. He didn't bother to knock. He never did.
"Hey, Sis!" Kheisho said loudly and taking her into a back breaking hug and lifting her off the ground a bit. She laughed and straightened her grey cowl when he let her down, "Darkeh!" he shook hands with Dark Link and then turned to Saphiraugen and Lillà, "Bounty hunter, Flower girl." He grinned.
Saphiraugen sighed and said, "Kheisho, stop calling me a bounty hunter. I don't do that anymore."
"I was talking to Lillà."
"Hahaha!" Dark and Shema laughed.
Saphiraugen rolled his eyes, but smiled none the less.
As Kheisho did with the Gorons, the five of them just hung out with nothing better to do. They talked about Zelda and Link's kid and Aaronek and Useyna's when they got unto the subject. Shema also told them about what was happening with the Gerudos. Being a Grey Sheikah, she was able to communicate with rocks, so word traveled to her fairly quickly since the nature surrounding them really had nothing else to do, but gossip. Apparently, there was some unrest within the desert. Kheisho could really careless, that is, if they stay in the desert and not come to Hyrule.
Since Saphiraugen, Lillà, and Kheisho weren't nocturnal like Shema and Dark Link, they only could stay for a few hours before they were accidentally falling asleep in their chairs.
"Good God, you guys!" Dark Link finally said, "You are going to pass out!"
"Yeah, it might be time for us to go." Saphiraugen yawned.
Lillà just nodded and tried to keep her eyes open.
"Night, Sis. Night, Darkie." Kheisho followed the other two out the door.
"Stop calling me that, Kheisho!"
Kheisho just smirked and made his leave of the forest, this time tripping over a root on his way out.
When finally he was illuminated with moonlight he was able to see the ground, he waved at Saphiraugen and Lillà as they started to walk together back to Lake Hylila. Kheisho however, had a quicker way of getting home. With a wave of his hand, his guitar appeared so he could play Ode to Arborvitae. He was glad the Great Fairy gave him that trick. Lugging around a guitar wasn't too pleasing. Plucking softly at the cords, he let the music take over him and disappeared in red light.
Himmels: And so it begins. The latest addition to the Sheikah series! CT, I hope you like your character!
Draculina: Figuring out how to start this was frustrating, so you better like it...
Himmels: We know that the Gerudo half was better written then the Kheisho half, but give us a break. It is really late at night...or early in the morning, however you want to put it...and we just got back from spending the night at a friends house and then going to the mall today with them. They are tiring...Anyway, we hope you enjoy our story!
Draculina: And the only way we'll know is if you review. So do it...