Darkness coated the beautiful stars, as large puffs of white floated down onto anything it could touch. The wind struck like a sharp knife, especially atop the decrepit old Stone Tower. Since the death of it's master, the tower of winds seemingly lost it's luster. The long cared for walls decaying easily under minimal duress. In the harsh frigid air surrounding the tower's atmosphere, sat a man. On the topmost floor; lying above the darkest clouds. The flat surface was alight with only the stars of night and the new moon. Brown leather gloved hands laid back behind to support him. Wrapped in soft gear, and an out of place pitch black scarf sat a lonely hero. It had been many long rough years before he brought himself to even look at this tower. This tower that was cause and cure for many things. Now on this very special night; the night of another year turning. It had officially been two thousand long years since the goddesses had found fit to create their land of Hyrule. Or so says the legends, if one believed in them. The sky was suddenly ablaze with the light of a falling comet.
Honey blonde strands swayed from piercing winds. Blowing away to reveal eyes that matched the ice around him. Vio looked up into the dark sky, being this high up in the world, seemed almost inhuman. To breathe the same air as he had: the Mage of Winds.
Sharp blinding light filled the tower as it came crashing down hard. The tower shook harshly at the impact. No doubt the object left a hole in the top. A few more walls crumbled compromising the already shaky structure. Thankfully missing the purple clad hero, it ricocheted into the basement of the Tower. Vio got up quickly startled. There was a glowing bright light illuminating the path downwards. Ice blue eyes analyzed the comet to no avail. He could not determine its form with the pale lilac around it so bright. He got up cautiously, making his way on the steps. The closer he got the light, the dimmer it shone. Finally he managed to find the location of this mysterious object. It was a moon pearl, wrapped into a necklace. There was a strange aura coming from the orb, which was not a deep blue black. Rather the orb was a rich violet which seemed to swirl.
Vio carefully collected the strange fallen star. Upon closer examination, it seemed safe to touch. He wrapped the necklace around his pale neck, tucking it under the scarf. After looking around the site more the blonde decided to return to the Castle. He walked back in the growing snowstorm. Vio snuck into the closed gates expertly, assuming no one had noticed his absence. He had done this many times before. His arrogance caused his dismay, in being caught by none other than their team's leader.
"Where have you been?" Link scolded like a mother. In Vio's opinion, he had been spending far too much time with their Princess. "Do you know how late it is? You made us all worry!" For the big talk, he was honestly concerned. He made a face at his brother when he received a stare in response. "Vio I'm serious." he ran a hand through his golden blonde hair. Link's tone softened. "Look, just come in okay? Red made hot cocoa." He insisted on dragging the unresponsive Hylian to the main room. There sat another blonde, smaller and wider than the rest. He wore a festive red sweater, true to his own name. The tiny hero perked up, shoving a mug of hot chocolate into his hands. Vio gave him an appreciative look, removing his leather gloves. He sipped the warm drink.
"Thank you." He could feel the warmth spreading to his frozen appendages already. Link looked satisfied and sat down on the couch. Vio watched as Red continued his cooking process. The honey blonde got lost in his thoughts for awhile. He looked up as Link distracted him with a conversation. Vio snuck away when they got to an intense topic. They weren't paying attention to him anymore, giving plenty of opportunity to slip away unnoticed.
He managed to safely retreat to his own room, where a fire was glowing. He didn't recall starting one before he left, and he always locked the door. It seemed odd to him, that there would be such a well stoked fire roaring in his room at this time of night. Vio removed his outer wear and gear. He placed them neatly in a pile, the scarf on top. Making use of this mysterious fire, he sat nearby researching. He spent the rest of night seeking an answer about the oddly colored pearl. The honey blonde fell asleep when early morning hit, head bowed into his chest. He opened his eyes barely at a strange weight on his shoulders. There was a warm blanket draped and wrapped around him, his book marked and moved to a spot away from the fire. He looked up curiously, but could find no culprit. His room was empty as it ever was.
Too tired to give it any more thought, his head hit his chest again. The necklace shined on its own, as he fell into a deep sleep. Behind his eyes came a face he thought he'd never see again. Brilliant red eyes shone around a slim pale face, deep purple hair swayed into his vision. Vio couldn't wake up no matter how hard he tried. He gasped for breath in a panic while hands wrapped around his neck. The honey blonde looked down as fear and pain shocked through his body, only to find it was his own hands choking him. He awoke with a start, hitting his head hard on the hearth. Vio winced and looked around, light streamed into the open window that blasted cold winter air. The fire was out, smelling terribly like ash and burnt papers. He stood up shakily, dark circles under his eyes. He shook his head and sat down on his bed. There was nothing he could say or think that didn't lead to that dream. He couldn't understand what had caused such sudden nightmare to pop out at him.
He laid down on the bed; unable to fall back asleep. Vio touched his new necklace which was curiously warm. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Vio felt a shiver run down his spine harshly. He opened his eyes quickly, ruby red met his own. They were just a few inches away. He blinked and the eyes disappeared as quickly as they had came. The violet hero was left with a pit in his stomach, and the same cold feeling down his spine. This time, he passed out.
