The Secret of the Sages..
Disclaimer: I never own anything......**sniff**
A/N: This is sort of a sequel...it takes place after Desert Night...but really has nothing to do with it except that the characters remember all that happened, and Tatl and Tael are Hylians in form. K?
It's a nice, cool, 105 degrees in the desert. Nabooru walks outside, admiring the unusually cool day. She can't understand why most of the other races consider this really hot. She shakes it off, and mounts her horse, Grentla. She takes off to the archery range, hoping to shake this nagging in the back of her mind that there is something happening that she should know about. There is no evidence of anything out of the ordinary going on...but something is bothering her. She can't figure it out. The naming council has already taken care of the 3 newborns to join the clan. Including their new King. Nabooru stops at the end of the archery range, remembering the little boy's face. They were going to do right by him. They were not going to let him turn into another Gannondorf. Tallert, it seemed a fitting name.
All names have some meaning in Gerudo culture. She reflects on her own, which has been handed down from mother to daughter. "Strong Willed", that's what it means. Tallert, the "Grace of Power". A king that would be both kind and strong. The kind of King the Gerudos need right now. Especially after past events. Nabooru races down the Archery Range, Grentla in full gallop. Effortlessly, she hits every target dead center. It is getting boring. She always scores a perfect whenever she comes here. She will have to talk to her archers about making it more challenging. As she looks up at the sky, she sighs. The darkness of night is coming, and the goddesses are giving them a light show (A/N: Think Northern Lights). She admires their creativity and style, then goes back into the fortress. That feeling hasn't gone away, but has come back even stronger. What is going on?
Here is the starting point. Hope it looks promising!
Disclaimer: I never own anything......**sniff**
A/N: This is sort of a sequel...it takes place after Desert Night...but really has nothing to do with it except that the characters remember all that happened, and Tatl and Tael are Hylians in form. K?
It's a nice, cool, 105 degrees in the desert. Nabooru walks outside, admiring the unusually cool day. She can't understand why most of the other races consider this really hot. She shakes it off, and mounts her horse, Grentla. She takes off to the archery range, hoping to shake this nagging in the back of her mind that there is something happening that she should know about. There is no evidence of anything out of the ordinary going on...but something is bothering her. She can't figure it out. The naming council has already taken care of the 3 newborns to join the clan. Including their new King. Nabooru stops at the end of the archery range, remembering the little boy's face. They were going to do right by him. They were not going to let him turn into another Gannondorf. Tallert, it seemed a fitting name.
All names have some meaning in Gerudo culture. She reflects on her own, which has been handed down from mother to daughter. "Strong Willed", that's what it means. Tallert, the "Grace of Power". A king that would be both kind and strong. The kind of King the Gerudos need right now. Especially after past events. Nabooru races down the Archery Range, Grentla in full gallop. Effortlessly, she hits every target dead center. It is getting boring. She always scores a perfect whenever she comes here. She will have to talk to her archers about making it more challenging. As she looks up at the sky, she sighs. The darkness of night is coming, and the goddesses are giving them a light show (A/N: Think Northern Lights). She admires their creativity and style, then goes back into the fortress. That feeling hasn't gone away, but has come back even stronger. What is going on?
Here is the starting point. Hope it looks promising!