Creation's Exile
Chapter One
20. May. 2010
l2set
author's note: The third and final installment. My mojo has found me again and so, I give this. I hope that it is as enjoyable as the rest of the series thus far. I promise to complete this one in a more timely manner. Enjoy.
I watched as the waves crashed onto the shore of the little island I resided on. My shack was built far enough on shore to never be hit by the rising tide but the current storms in the area were making me uneasy. Something was happening on this very blue earth and I could sense that it was wicked.
I knew the storm would be coming fast and swift; I had walked away from this kind of darkness almost 100 years before this and during that time the world had a hero. Now, now there was nothing like that on the high seas. No, we had nothing but courier ships and pirates. There was no one who would come to our rescue.
I tried to make out the endless ocean, trying to see if there were any ships on the horizon. Like usual, there were none. Ships were far and few between since the strange happenings began almost six months ago. I would have to make to the mainland by myself to find out any news; I hadn't seen the mailman in almost a year. I was too far out for the rest of the world to visit unless they needed something of me.
The Great Sea was sprawling and it encased most of what used to be Hyrule. Few places from the old world remained. Terminia was mostly untouched, as was the great Death Mountain (though no one has seen a Goron in half a century). Castletown and the main field were completely submerged in the flood; I couldn't imagine what the people were thinking when the waters rose and took them from existence.
There were barely any survivors from old world, the only Hylian descendants left were Terminians. Zoras took to the waters of the Great Sea and dispersed. The Gerudo disappeared from the desert, making the most out of the ships of the ocean; they became even better thieves taking out carriers. The rest of the beings that were around were born of the Great Sea, adapted better to make due in this world. The people of the old world would eventually die out and all that will be is me.
I made my life on a tiny island not too far from one of the few mainlands left. I built a home and made my living from crafting boats for fisherman and travelers. This was not the life I envisioned after leaving Castletown all those years ago, but who then, imagines their homeland drowned by the Goddesses because the hero refused to rise against evil?
I sighed. It seemed that even the sea couldn't repress evil. The wind was only a reminder that something dark was coming this way and there was still no sign of a hero coming to save us all. I couldn't even think of what Farore, Din and Naryru would do this time if he didn't come to defeat this something that was churning.
I made my way to the dock and loaded myself into my boat. I had enough money to spend a night or two on the mainland and I still had skill enough to survive in the wild on my own. While most of the citizens were refined and couldn't remember what a Sheikah was, that didn't mean that I couldn't remember myself or my training. Sometimes the memories of battling with the Hero of Time was all I had left to keep my sanity intact in this forsaken world.
As I opened sail on the little boat and hoisted anchor, I couldn't help but remember riding out across the desert. The desert that stretched as far as this ocean. I remembered what it felt like to feel to a horse beneath me and be able to go anywhere, at anytime. Not locked up by this ocean, disconnected from the many islands scattered across this mournful place. No more horses roam this earth, not even where the mainland continues for miles. No one had need for the beast and so they died out. Only goats and cuckoos were still around; I missed the horses.
I used to like the colour blue and now, now I loathed it. Blue used to bring joy and peace to mind and now it was just the colour of a prison to me. Be free, Rauru said. Ha! How could I be free locked upon this island, confined to a boat and the ways of the wind? I sighed again, and headed northwest towards the mainland. Someone would have to know something about this wind that was creeping into our world.
End Chapter One.
Well? I could have went the way of Twilight Princess, but I kind of like the fact that Sheik is left alone in the world of the Great Sea.
Again, I hope this story is as enjoyable as the others in the series. Reviews are very appreciated.