The Colors of The Sages
Part one: sapphire
Chapter one:
Daybreak, one of the many miracles of the world. As each moment passes, the sky changes through the brilliant shades of red and purple. This was one of those mornings, the ones that remind him of the days he spent on that secluded ranch. Walking back into the house, from the balcony where he was watching the sun rise, he slipped behind the changing screen. If one were there, you could see his sillouet moving behind the thin rice paper. Day after day, the same morning routine, the same grind. First the leggings, then the cow-hide shirt. Next came the chain mail, then the metal vambraces. The forrest green tunic was the last to go in, sinching it around the waist with a strong leather belt. The sillouet turned to leave the small changing room, but then stopped and turned, picking up a seemingly unneeded peace of cloth. He placed that wind sock of a hat on his head, feeling the same sensation he felt every morning, the feeling of lost purpose. As the man walked out the door, he picked up his scabbard and satchel, swinging both over his shoulder and sighing.
Trotting around the field, a horse of un-matched loyalty awaited her call. One of her ears turned to a faint melody drifting on the wind. She began to gallop towards it, her strong haunches propelling her quickly to the source of the sound. Slowing to a trot, she came up to a blond young man holding a blue ocarina.
"good morning epona." Link said in a soft tone, stroking the side of epona's face "ready to go to castle town for some food?" he smiled and hopped up into the saddle, clicking his tongue to signal epona.
The market was as buisy as ever. People were in lines at the different shops, bartering shouts could be heard, as if you were in a room full of cuckoos. One line in particular was quiet but large. It streatched all the way to the happy mask shop at the completely opposite end of the square. In big bold letters, one could read out the name of the popular stand, "Lon-Lon Milk."
As the sky grew darker and darker, the patrons of the square all left, leaving the shop owners to their own thoughts whilist they pack up. Link had been sitting in a chair out of the café, sipping a deku nut tea. He watched as all the shop owners closed up, safely locking up their goods for the next day. There was one stand that he watched the most, the milk stand. More specificly, the woman running the stand. Link finished the tea and placed a red rupie into the cup, leaving it as a tip. he stood and walked over to the milk stand, leaning on the edge of it, watching the woman pack up. She seemed oblivious to his presence. "excuse me ma'am, do you know where I can get some delicious, Lon-Lon milk?" link said jokingly. The woman spun around to face the speaker, her eyes lighting up as she saw the man standing there.