The Creations
Chapter 1
15. may. 2008
note: edited, 30. may. 2008. spelling, grammar and formatting fixed. nothing has been added.
The creation wasn't happy. The sacrifice wouldn't be coming for five years, they said. First they had promised him the child when it was born. Then they decided he had to wait for it to leave the forest and now, they said, he had to wait until it woke up from a seven year slumber. And that it would come willing to him.
The creation sighed; he was getting too old for this. And he knew that all hope was lost now. If they hadn't been able to deliver his sacrifice when it was naught but barely born, then now he stood no chance to have it himself. The child would be too strong now, even for him. The creation didn't much see the point in caring anymore, death would be a nice enough reprieve for the years he suffered under the master's hand. The master had long since lost his mind to his never ending search for the other pieces of the triforce.
"They don't make them like They used too," The creation spoke out loud, his voice tough and worn. "The Goddesses learned after that first time that They have to separate the pieces into mortal vessels."
"You say They learned, yet They give a piece to Ganon?" A voice asked; the creation merely chuckled. "Well?"
"Trying to gather information of the enemy, sheikah? All is well then, with the world. I have no more secrets to hold, no more loyalties to keep me quiet." Silence from either creation permeated the room. "The triforce was given to Ganon by cosmic joke and because it could not be helped. Ganon, the Gerudo King, was born into a powerful race and the princess of destiny was born from a line of the wisest woman. The fact that Ganon turned evil is no less surprising then the princess being of light."
"And the holder of the third piece?"
"Ah, not much is known about Him. Us creations, we don't need to know why Death comes the way He does, or how His powers came to be. All we must know is that Death comes for us all."
"You are certain then, that he will kill you?" The sheikah asked. He did not move from the shadows, but the creation needed no light to see the man.
"He will kill all of us created by, or bided to any master," The creation answered. "None of us can escape our deaths. We know that He comes."
"I suppose that you will never call him the hero?"
"I suppose he would never look upon us with light in his eyes and heart full of forgiveness." The sheikah chuckled at that and the two departed from each other.
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