Saria: Kokiri's Lost Sage
Long before Din, Nayru, and Farore created the land of Hyrule, there was a place not so very different from it. It was in a distant galaxy, no one could even imagine existed. But it did. And it had, for several thousand years. It had rolling hills, jagged mountains, deep lakes, enchanted forests, and deep desert valleys, just like Hyrule. It had beautiful castles, widespread villages and towns, and ancient desert temples and fortresses. And it had people. But, unlike Hyrule, it only had one race of people. It was called the Kokira, meaning 'many forest children'.
The Kokira looked like elfin children, with green clothes, pointed ears, and strong balances with nature. They never grew up. They matured, but their bodies didn't grow past the physical age of about ten years old, yet they did develop to about an eighteen year old's body. They were all fair-skinned, and very skilled with magic. They could make a flower bloom in the palm of your hand, or they could take that same flower and create a forest with it. The Kokira were very content with what they had, never thirsting for more, never wishing for material things. They felt with their souls, and they thought with their hearts.
They all lived in forests, but a few brave groups ventured out to live spread all over Kokiria (the name of their land). They never left the forest in which they dwelled, but unlike Hyrulian Kokiri, the Kokira wouldn't die if they did, because the only magic, and peoples that could possibly harm them was their native one, which obviously wouldn't.
This land also had a goddess. She was, of course beautiful, as most goddesses are, but not in a traditional sense. The image of a girl, with glowing green hair that swirls over her childlike body, flowers and vines growing in with it. With crystal clear green eyes that held such a childlike innocence, yet so much power. With skin like the cala lilies that grew in the otherwise barren deserts of Kokiria. And with a soul that couldn't be rivaled in pure love, pure power, pure truth. Pure essence of nature. The Lost Goddess of the Kokira. Her name was Saria, meaning 'pure green one'. Saria.
Her land was always peaceful. Why would her people have any reason to fight, especially with one another? But once upon a time, an evil man came to this land. He came with his whole race of peoples, who were on a power trip, a trip taking them closer and closer to fate. The Gerudos happened upon a fairly small, purely green land as they traveled, and wanting to further explore, stopped. The Kokira were afraid at first, but the Gerudo put up a very convincing facade, and the Kokira were, at heart, trusting children. So the Gerudo peoples were welcomed to stay for as long as wanted. That was a mistake from the start. The Gerudo peoples slowly began poisoning the pure minds of the Kokira, and Saria was enraged that they had the concsience to do this to her people. She was scared, as well, because in her whole life she had never been even irritated. And now she wanted these people GONE, and she would take them away herself if she had to.
One particularly cold morning, when the snow was begginning to from the trees, like smoke on water on a dark night, that Gerudo man, named Ganon Dragmir, and a few others killed a little Kokira girl. Out of spite, because she made thorns grow over their door. This was it for Saria. She descended upon her land, which was endlessly being covered with a evanecsant blanket of white, and declared that they leave her land immediately. They refused. Saria demandd then, that they have a battle. Just one, so they did. Saria put up a valiant front, but even she was no match for the dark sorcery these strangers used. They banished her spirit to the darkest realm known in existance. The realm of evil. Then they killed most of the Kokira, taking the few left with them as prisoners or slaves.
As the Gerudos continued from land to land, they ravaged entire civilizations until there was nothing left but legends. Many races were mutilated almost to the point of nonexistance. An example? The Sheikah (meaning shadow or shaded) people. But that's another story. In one world where they thought everyone was dead, where they built their base of operation, three sisters lived on. They swore revenge against the Gerudos that had done this to their family, their lives. Because they endured this pain, because they suffered so greatly, they were blessed with eternal life. They were made goddesses. They destroyed what they could of the Gerudos, and they sent Ganon to the realm of evil, where he belonged. But when they opened a portal, they heard a faint plea for help, a last chance at survival. They rescued Saria from her undeserved punishment, but she was so weak that she couldn't hold out much longer. But she asked that they preserve her people, and maybe someday she could go back to them. They saved her spirit, soul, and heart, her essence. Then they created Hyrule, a have for the ravaged races. The Gerudo somehow found their way into it all, but they never remembered that they had been evil. They brought the few remaining Kokira into Hyrule, but called them the Kokiri, meaning 'dying forest child'. For hundreds of years, they went on living in a hidden forest, named after them. But no one could protect them.
So they reincarnated Saria. She looked mortal, but she still had her powers. So she grew a tree, and brought it to life. And it was the Kokiri's guardian, as well as faeries that were also dying fast, they mad great companions for the Kokiri. Thus, the legend of the Lost Sage begins.
A/N~ I plan on this being one helluva fic, with many more parts to it, but what I need people, is REVIEWS!!!! PLEASE- I AM BEGGING YOU! I'll do anything! Review? ::watery anime bambi eyes... pretty pweeeez?:: luv yaz, Kitty-Kat
PS- I AM TOO TIRED FOR A SPELL CHECK CUZ ITS 4:32 AM, s don't flame me bout that K? I'll fix & reupload it soon. night night. *zzzzzzzz. . .*
Long before Din, Nayru, and Farore created the land of Hyrule, there was a place not so very different from it. It was in a distant galaxy, no one could even imagine existed. But it did. And it had, for several thousand years. It had rolling hills, jagged mountains, deep lakes, enchanted forests, and deep desert valleys, just like Hyrule. It had beautiful castles, widespread villages and towns, and ancient desert temples and fortresses. And it had people. But, unlike Hyrule, it only had one race of people. It was called the Kokira, meaning 'many forest children'.
The Kokira looked like elfin children, with green clothes, pointed ears, and strong balances with nature. They never grew up. They matured, but their bodies didn't grow past the physical age of about ten years old, yet they did develop to about an eighteen year old's body. They were all fair-skinned, and very skilled with magic. They could make a flower bloom in the palm of your hand, or they could take that same flower and create a forest with it. The Kokira were very content with what they had, never thirsting for more, never wishing for material things. They felt with their souls, and they thought with their hearts.
They all lived in forests, but a few brave groups ventured out to live spread all over Kokiria (the name of their land). They never left the forest in which they dwelled, but unlike Hyrulian Kokiri, the Kokira wouldn't die if they did, because the only magic, and peoples that could possibly harm them was their native one, which obviously wouldn't.
This land also had a goddess. She was, of course beautiful, as most goddesses are, but not in a traditional sense. The image of a girl, with glowing green hair that swirls over her childlike body, flowers and vines growing in with it. With crystal clear green eyes that held such a childlike innocence, yet so much power. With skin like the cala lilies that grew in the otherwise barren deserts of Kokiria. And with a soul that couldn't be rivaled in pure love, pure power, pure truth. Pure essence of nature. The Lost Goddess of the Kokira. Her name was Saria, meaning 'pure green one'. Saria.
Her land was always peaceful. Why would her people have any reason to fight, especially with one another? But once upon a time, an evil man came to this land. He came with his whole race of peoples, who were on a power trip, a trip taking them closer and closer to fate. The Gerudos happened upon a fairly small, purely green land as they traveled, and wanting to further explore, stopped. The Kokira were afraid at first, but the Gerudo put up a very convincing facade, and the Kokira were, at heart, trusting children. So the Gerudo peoples were welcomed to stay for as long as wanted. That was a mistake from the start. The Gerudo peoples slowly began poisoning the pure minds of the Kokira, and Saria was enraged that they had the concsience to do this to her people. She was scared, as well, because in her whole life she had never been even irritated. And now she wanted these people GONE, and she would take them away herself if she had to.
One particularly cold morning, when the snow was begginning to from the trees, like smoke on water on a dark night, that Gerudo man, named Ganon Dragmir, and a few others killed a little Kokira girl. Out of spite, because she made thorns grow over their door. This was it for Saria. She descended upon her land, which was endlessly being covered with a evanecsant blanket of white, and declared that they leave her land immediately. They refused. Saria demandd then, that they have a battle. Just one, so they did. Saria put up a valiant front, but even she was no match for the dark sorcery these strangers used. They banished her spirit to the darkest realm known in existance. The realm of evil. Then they killed most of the Kokira, taking the few left with them as prisoners or slaves.
As the Gerudos continued from land to land, they ravaged entire civilizations until there was nothing left but legends. Many races were mutilated almost to the point of nonexistance. An example? The Sheikah (meaning shadow or shaded) people. But that's another story. In one world where they thought everyone was dead, where they built their base of operation, three sisters lived on. They swore revenge against the Gerudos that had done this to their family, their lives. Because they endured this pain, because they suffered so greatly, they were blessed with eternal life. They were made goddesses. They destroyed what they could of the Gerudos, and they sent Ganon to the realm of evil, where he belonged. But when they opened a portal, they heard a faint plea for help, a last chance at survival. They rescued Saria from her undeserved punishment, but she was so weak that she couldn't hold out much longer. But she asked that they preserve her people, and maybe someday she could go back to them. They saved her spirit, soul, and heart, her essence. Then they created Hyrule, a have for the ravaged races. The Gerudo somehow found their way into it all, but they never remembered that they had been evil. They brought the few remaining Kokira into Hyrule, but called them the Kokiri, meaning 'dying forest child'. For hundreds of years, they went on living in a hidden forest, named after them. But no one could protect them.
So they reincarnated Saria. She looked mortal, but she still had her powers. So she grew a tree, and brought it to life. And it was the Kokiri's guardian, as well as faeries that were also dying fast, they mad great companions for the Kokiri. Thus, the legend of the Lost Sage begins.
A/N~ I plan on this being one helluva fic, with many more parts to it, but what I need people, is REVIEWS!!!! PLEASE- I AM BEGGING YOU! I'll do anything! Review? ::watery anime bambi eyes... pretty pweeeez?:: luv yaz, Kitty-Kat
PS- I AM TOO TIRED FOR A SPELL CHECK CUZ ITS 4:32 AM, s don't flame me bout that K? I'll fix & reupload it soon. night night. *zzzzzzzz. . .*
