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exited).
Tree-greening 14
Spring's worth diary. Today I will tell you more of what I have told you, because it refuses to stop haunting me. We are the shattered, the terror struck. Were-ever we're organised, we're despised. If an adventurer needs to practice using a shield, there will always be one of us to kill. If we can dent the shield, it's probably low quality. We used to be respected. Weren't always lonely. We used to be the one laughing at the foolish primates from the trees as they kept trying to club down the wolfos. Used to rule forest and protect the weak forest people. But the worst thing is, people didn't always think of us as "those pathetic things who sometimes get enraged and start attacking innocent people who haven't harmed them." But I'm sick of it. Unlike our respectful, but helpless brethren we have the power to stand up for our selves! And we will!
Yesterday a courier from the groomed ones reached me. They're kingdom had also fallen. Not even directly to the Hylians blades but even to there dishonesty, towards us and each other: An adventurer had come to their land. He had appeared been wounded since he couldn't walk in a straight line, and had what appeared Hylians blood on his face. He was taken in, fed, and placed in bed so he could rest. When it was time to wake him he was gone. Later, when they had searched all over for him they found the royal artefacts chest empty of all their king's royal "junk" missing. They were furious! They went after him with half of their soldiers. But it was a trap. They had wasted to much time finding him, and preparing for the chase. Apparently they had underestimated the Hylian's speed in the swamp. He had warned the Hylian's town that their armies were coming to search for their escaped test subject, for their pain- resistance research. The Hylian soldiers had marched out and attacked the untrained and unprepared army. They were utterly defeated. Only those who had kept their marks of origin (the groomed ones found them unworthy, so they weren't "allowed" to fight for the kings artefacts) were able to escape the Hylians as they Marched into the half empty kingdom. The groomed survivor said that the other survivors would take longer to arrive, especially the very few groomed survivors, who will get spotted more easily.
This crime against our kind is the last one I will tolerate. I do not care if we are all slaughtered or not! We will make a stand to the Hylians whatever the cost. At this moment I refuse to listen to the voice in my head saying their not all bad. Because that attitude may have been the one holding us down all those years. Scattered by those holding a sword, not coming together to make as stand because we fear the soldiers. Not hating the Hylians, just armed Hylians, not attacking Hylians, just armed Hylians, and consequently; being killed by Hylians.
My snouth fills with pressure as I write this. And I know I must take action. Today I'm seeing the Deku tree for his blessing. Although I doubt he remembers us as his children. I will gather my people, I will forge swords to protect us, and we will claim our own land. We will be far from the Hylians, or Gerudos. We will not fall to their tricks! I will have us get respect! We can't be as helpless as we appear, that is impossible!
Narc closed his Fathers diary he could help but reading it since his father had left without waking him. He to (just like the diary) had heard many of these speeches from his father. But he didn't think his father would be taking action any time soon. This attack of the groomed ones would be the drop that made the bucket spill, even though they maltreated the likes of him. If Narc hadn't known his father as long as he did he would have thought his father was the first to lead their kind into revolution. But his hope had faded as his father kept calling himself patient so he didn't actually have to do it.
But finally it was going to happen. He would finally fight for something instead of using twigs, and fighting his frustration. Coming to think of it, why hadn't his father told him of the attack on the swamp moss? He didn't like them in general, but he wasn't going to do anything to him. Actually he was surprised the groomed guy got here, since they have poor camouflage, and their lifestyle allowed them to all do little, leaving them all in poor physical shape. Narc started wondering if the courier had nowhere else to go, since they thought of the ungroomed (like Narc and his father, and all of their kind who live in Hyrule) as savages. Those of them who lived with them where also, only allowed to be scouts of guards, preferably guards that do not need to come into the palace because their wild- an savageness might "corrupt the king." "Never mind" he thought. I'd best just wait for him to come back and help him, and doing so helping al the others like us. He opened the drawer were his father always kept their snout whipes, they'll need they if things get dirty. He went outside to great the sun, but it was already halfway to the sky, and the flowers had probably been smiling for half an hour. Then it hit Narc how his father must have trusted his physical capabilities if he didn't wake him up. Narc felt proud. He jumped down and started to gather his people. When he had gathered his friends, and he started counting he noticed that Aak had also come, but he hadn't noticed him. He wondered why he hadn't seen him, while they were equal size, and what he had gathered wasn't a crowd. "Even to another Deku Schrub Aak always had a way of not being noticed," Narc thought.
Tree-greening 14
Spring's worth diary. Today I will tell you more of what I have told you, because it refuses to stop haunting me. We are the shattered, the terror struck. Were-ever we're organised, we're despised. If an adventurer needs to practice using a shield, there will always be one of us to kill. If we can dent the shield, it's probably low quality. We used to be respected. Weren't always lonely. We used to be the one laughing at the foolish primates from the trees as they kept trying to club down the wolfos. Used to rule forest and protect the weak forest people. But the worst thing is, people didn't always think of us as "those pathetic things who sometimes get enraged and start attacking innocent people who haven't harmed them." But I'm sick of it. Unlike our respectful, but helpless brethren we have the power to stand up for our selves! And we will!
Yesterday a courier from the groomed ones reached me. They're kingdom had also fallen. Not even directly to the Hylians blades but even to there dishonesty, towards us and each other: An adventurer had come to their land. He had appeared been wounded since he couldn't walk in a straight line, and had what appeared Hylians blood on his face. He was taken in, fed, and placed in bed so he could rest. When it was time to wake him he was gone. Later, when they had searched all over for him they found the royal artefacts chest empty of all their king's royal "junk" missing. They were furious! They went after him with half of their soldiers. But it was a trap. They had wasted to much time finding him, and preparing for the chase. Apparently they had underestimated the Hylian's speed in the swamp. He had warned the Hylian's town that their armies were coming to search for their escaped test subject, for their pain- resistance research. The Hylian soldiers had marched out and attacked the untrained and unprepared army. They were utterly defeated. Only those who had kept their marks of origin (the groomed ones found them unworthy, so they weren't "allowed" to fight for the kings artefacts) were able to escape the Hylians as they Marched into the half empty kingdom. The groomed survivor said that the other survivors would take longer to arrive, especially the very few groomed survivors, who will get spotted more easily.
This crime against our kind is the last one I will tolerate. I do not care if we are all slaughtered or not! We will make a stand to the Hylians whatever the cost. At this moment I refuse to listen to the voice in my head saying their not all bad. Because that attitude may have been the one holding us down all those years. Scattered by those holding a sword, not coming together to make as stand because we fear the soldiers. Not hating the Hylians, just armed Hylians, not attacking Hylians, just armed Hylians, and consequently; being killed by Hylians.
My snouth fills with pressure as I write this. And I know I must take action. Today I'm seeing the Deku tree for his blessing. Although I doubt he remembers us as his children. I will gather my people, I will forge swords to protect us, and we will claim our own land. We will be far from the Hylians, or Gerudos. We will not fall to their tricks! I will have us get respect! We can't be as helpless as we appear, that is impossible!
Narc closed his Fathers diary he could help but reading it since his father had left without waking him. He to (just like the diary) had heard many of these speeches from his father. But he didn't think his father would be taking action any time soon. This attack of the groomed ones would be the drop that made the bucket spill, even though they maltreated the likes of him. If Narc hadn't known his father as long as he did he would have thought his father was the first to lead their kind into revolution. But his hope had faded as his father kept calling himself patient so he didn't actually have to do it.
But finally it was going to happen. He would finally fight for something instead of using twigs, and fighting his frustration. Coming to think of it, why hadn't his father told him of the attack on the swamp moss? He didn't like them in general, but he wasn't going to do anything to him. Actually he was surprised the groomed guy got here, since they have poor camouflage, and their lifestyle allowed them to all do little, leaving them all in poor physical shape. Narc started wondering if the courier had nowhere else to go, since they thought of the ungroomed (like Narc and his father, and all of their kind who live in Hyrule) as savages. Those of them who lived with them where also, only allowed to be scouts of guards, preferably guards that do not need to come into the palace because their wild- an savageness might "corrupt the king." "Never mind" he thought. I'd best just wait for him to come back and help him, and doing so helping al the others like us. He opened the drawer were his father always kept their snout whipes, they'll need they if things get dirty. He went outside to great the sun, but it was already halfway to the sky, and the flowers had probably been smiling for half an hour. Then it hit Narc how his father must have trusted his physical capabilities if he didn't wake him up. Narc felt proud. He jumped down and started to gather his people. When he had gathered his friends, and he started counting he noticed that Aak had also come, but he hadn't noticed him. He wondered why he hadn't seen him, while they were equal size, and what he had gathered wasn't a crowd. "Even to another Deku Schrub Aak always had a way of not being noticed," Narc thought.