A/N: This is my novelization of The Last Guardian and side project to An unexpected friendship. Here is the prologue of the story.Note: Titles in bold italics are suggested soundtracks. POVs of both the boy and the Trico. Some lore is added.Ok done with notes, onto the story!
Prologue: That night
Something wild (Acoustic version)
The sun is shining over the valley. A day like all the others.
A man stands on the top of the great white walls of the Nest, gazing the ruins and the nearly collapsed Citadel. He began making his way into the huge crater. The man recalled his childhood, because this is a special day for him.
It has been 29 years since the day Toriko kidnapped him and then this adventure began. His bond with the giant cat-dog-bird beast and the long way home.
29 years ago...
Village
POV: The boy
All of us gather in front of the elder's hut. The sun is setting and flames are moving. He told us was going to tell something important. It would be one of the stories for that beast, Trico. And I was right.
"Come here kids.", the elder says and we sit closer to him. The other kids seem eager to hear what the old man has to say.
"You remember what I told you about the Trico?", he says and some nod, others reply with a 'yes'. "Well, did you ever wondered where they come from?". Silence.
"There is a place somewhere out there, called the Nest. It is so big, so vast. Whoever went there, never returned. The Nest isn't home only to the Tricos."
My attention got caught by his last words. Who else could be living in the Nest, except for the beasts and other smaller animals?
"Unfortunately, you know about the kid that got kidnapped by the Trico 3 weeks ago, Nuko?". We nod. He might have been annoying and kind of a weirdo, but none of us would like something like that to happen, even to Nuko. "The Master of the Valley chose him.".
Chose him? What's that supposed to mean? "Why the Master wanted him?", I ask curious.
"We don't know. But a question that is more important is WHO or even WHAT the Master of the Valley is. All we know he wants to be immortal and wants the children."
We hear steps behind us. It is the shaman of the village. He comes with a smile on his face. "There is hope however!", he says. The elder arches his brow. Obviously even he hadn't heard a solution about the issue.
The shaman sits in front of the fire next to the elder. "The spirits told me. Once in a blue moon, a Trico loses its way and becomes free of the Master.", he says as he takes something and throws it in the fire. It becomes more intense and changes to a bright emerald colour and shapes are moving in it. We all exclaim astonished.
A Trico among other ones suddenly falls of the sky. Then we see a child standing beside the beast and it held something that looked like a shield. "The one who is lucky enough to be with that Trico, will make its way through the Nest, find the Master and defeat him."
Before we make it and say a single word to doubt what he says, the shaman continues. "Many were close to achieving it, but all were caught in the end. But who knows? Maybe the next who will be the chosen one and the phenomenon happens, the Master will be no more.", he ends and leaves, not giving us the chance to ask anything.
We turn back to the elder. He is as surprised as we are. He slightly shakes his head and looks at us. "What are you looking me? Go to bed!", he says and quickly obey.
What we heard from the shaman isn't going to leave my head any soon.
The Citadel
POV: Trico
This is it. My first raid.
Mum told me and my siblings that the day will come and we will serve the Master. Our Master. I never understood any of these back then.
But now here I am, standing on the great white tower. There are other Tricos standing on the brink. All are unknown to me, except for a brother of mine.
On me I have a dark green armor. I remember as a pup that father wore an armor too when returning in the den with the barrels.
I can't believe that it's time. Another Trico walks over to me.
"It's your first time too?", he asks me. He seems slightly younger than me.
"Yes. It's not only me who feels as much stressed?"
"You are not the only one. But it's alright, my older sister is doing just right. She told me: Sneak silently, take the child and go.", he advises and the sound is heard.
All Tricos' ears perk up and they turn to the brink of the tower. The younger Trico looks at the tall column and then at me. "Well, that's it. Good luck.", he says and turns away. I nod.
I unfold my wings and move them. It's the first time I'm going to fly such a long distance and outside the Valley.
I watch the other Tricos take off. Mum once told us: The moon and the sun rise when it's their time. It's my time to rise.