Ander's brown eyes gleamed in the sunlight as he ran through the forest. He
held two long shiny swords in his hands as he weaved through the trees.
Ander was a young man, barely six feet tall and a Hylian. He wore a jet- black tunic, a brown belt tightly wrapped around his waist, and a white money pouch hanging from his belt. He had smooth tanned skin covering his face and deep brown eyes. His ears were long and pointed and on his left ear he had two platinum earrings. His hair was golden, about shoulder height, and tied back into a ponytail. He wore black leather gloves on both hands and a silver ring shaped as a wolf head on his index finger on his right hand. It had a strange glow gleaming from it. Two large, brown, baggy boots covered his feet and his knees down.
Ander's feet pounded against the moist dirt on the ground as he continued to run through the forest. Only minutes ago he was being chased by a flock of the dreaded fish men. They were at war with Ander's people at the moment, as so the mountain men. They weren't at war with each other before the Great War of the Division started. The Great War of the Division began 100 years before he was born. A hero had saved the land of Hyrule once but when a great evil began to reign again, the hero did not return to save the land. Demons and monsters of evil began to roam the lands and people had run away or had stayed to fight. Those who stayed to fight all died and those who ran away were scattered throughout the land. They began to make villages and great barriers to avoid the monsters. They developed new weapons and techniques to destroy the monsters and that's when the Hylians mistook fish men for monsters and had killed them brutally. The mountain men got angry and attacked the Hylians, for they were friends with the fish men. One day a bunch of fish man dragged some mountain men into the water for reasons unknown. Of course, the mountain men drowned instantly ( Their muscular density was way to high). That started the Great War of the Division.
Ander slowed his pace and came to a stop, leaning against a tree, panting and huffing wearily. Fish men couldn't run to fast on ground so they probably didn't follow him. Ander sheathed his swords and took out a flask from his tunic. He drank some of the liquid in the flask and put it back into the pocket in his tunic. He grabbed a white mushroom from beside the tree and sat down. He took a big bite of the mushroom and sighed deeply. If the hero had come back, none of this would've happened. In fact, where was he right now? Ander sighed again, deep in thought of the past.
Suddenly, a twig snapped from behind a tree. Ander froze still. He quietly stood up and drew his swords without making a noise. The thing behind the tree was snarling and growling. Crap, Ander thought, I'm only a swordsman in training! I haven't actually killed anything!
Suddenly, a big gray wolfos stepped into view from behind the tree. Another came prowling into view from another tree. One after the other wolfos started to appear all around him. Seven or eight, way to many! Ander's breath grew short as beads of sweat rolled down his face. The wolfos began to circle him, snarling and spitting viciously. The biggest one, probably the leader, Ander thought, charged at him in less than a second. Ander held one of his swords in front of him, shielding his head from the attacker. He swung the other sword recklessly as the wolf charged. The sword slashed at the wolfos' face leaving a deep red wound on its cheek. The wolfos growled and bared its teeth as it shook its head, ridding itself from the pain.
This time three attacked at once, lunging at Ander. He brought both his swords in front of him, praying for it to be a bad dream. Suddenly a hand reached down from the shadows of the branches and grabbed Ander by the collar of his tunic. With a rough tug, he was hauled up into the branches of the tree. Oblivious to what just happened, Ander sat still on a branch staring into space.
"What the hell?" He cursed loudly searching for his rescuer in the darkness of the shadows. He looked down and saw the wolfos circling the tree baring their teeth and snarling with rage, "Stupid beasts!" Ander spat wiping the sweat from his forehead. He sheathed his swords and let his hands drop to his sides.
"What the-"He exclaimed as his hand wrapped around a cold clay object, " I wonder what this is..." He squinted in the dark, and to his surprise, it was an ocarina. A blue one for that fact.
"Hey, I thought they were all destroyed after the Demons were released from the dark lands! Cool!" He tucked the ocarina into his tunic and settled back against the tree.
The wolfos sat down around the tree and began to howl loudly. Ander looked up. The sun was setting fast.
Shoot! My family will be out looking for me! He thought as howls echoed through his ears. "Well this is just great isn't it?!"
The sun set slowly into the desert and the moon raised from the mountains. Ander's eyes were slowly falling heavy. He yawned loudly, cupping his hands over his mouth. He looked down to the ground lazily and saw that the wolfos were sitting down, a couple sleeping. Won't they give up? he thought. Suddenly, a harsh voice echoed through his ears.
"Ariadnate gondro moestnata. "
Ander jumped in surprise as he heard the voice. I recognize that, he thought, it's an ancient Hylian language. He listened for the voice again, and there it was.
"Wateu otia! "
Two arrows whistled past his face in the direction of the unprepared wolfos. One arrow shot the leader in the stomach; the other got it in the head. The wolfos fell to the ground lifelessly, blood dripping from it. The others awoke with a start. They looked at their leader and started whimpering. They looked at Ander and gave a short growl before taking off, tails between their legs.
Ander, oblivious to what happened, stared sleepily at the dead wolfos. With out warning, he shot his hand up the branches above him and tugged downward.
"Shioss enfol!! "
A man came tumbling down from the tree, hitting small branches, yelling and cursing loudly on the way down to the ground. He hit the ground on his front with a small thud and got up immediately. He shook his head, and in less than a second, he had a bow and arrow in his hands, aiming at Ander.
Ander gasped in surprised.
. . .
.
What do u think? Rate out of ten and RR please.
These are the ancient words the stranger was speaking.
I'm going to help you now.
Watch out
Shit no!
Ander was a young man, barely six feet tall and a Hylian. He wore a jet- black tunic, a brown belt tightly wrapped around his waist, and a white money pouch hanging from his belt. He had smooth tanned skin covering his face and deep brown eyes. His ears were long and pointed and on his left ear he had two platinum earrings. His hair was golden, about shoulder height, and tied back into a ponytail. He wore black leather gloves on both hands and a silver ring shaped as a wolf head on his index finger on his right hand. It had a strange glow gleaming from it. Two large, brown, baggy boots covered his feet and his knees down.
Ander's feet pounded against the moist dirt on the ground as he continued to run through the forest. Only minutes ago he was being chased by a flock of the dreaded fish men. They were at war with Ander's people at the moment, as so the mountain men. They weren't at war with each other before the Great War of the Division started. The Great War of the Division began 100 years before he was born. A hero had saved the land of Hyrule once but when a great evil began to reign again, the hero did not return to save the land. Demons and monsters of evil began to roam the lands and people had run away or had stayed to fight. Those who stayed to fight all died and those who ran away were scattered throughout the land. They began to make villages and great barriers to avoid the monsters. They developed new weapons and techniques to destroy the monsters and that's when the Hylians mistook fish men for monsters and had killed them brutally. The mountain men got angry and attacked the Hylians, for they were friends with the fish men. One day a bunch of fish man dragged some mountain men into the water for reasons unknown. Of course, the mountain men drowned instantly ( Their muscular density was way to high). That started the Great War of the Division.
Ander slowed his pace and came to a stop, leaning against a tree, panting and huffing wearily. Fish men couldn't run to fast on ground so they probably didn't follow him. Ander sheathed his swords and took out a flask from his tunic. He drank some of the liquid in the flask and put it back into the pocket in his tunic. He grabbed a white mushroom from beside the tree and sat down. He took a big bite of the mushroom and sighed deeply. If the hero had come back, none of this would've happened. In fact, where was he right now? Ander sighed again, deep in thought of the past.
Suddenly, a twig snapped from behind a tree. Ander froze still. He quietly stood up and drew his swords without making a noise. The thing behind the tree was snarling and growling. Crap, Ander thought, I'm only a swordsman in training! I haven't actually killed anything!
Suddenly, a big gray wolfos stepped into view from behind the tree. Another came prowling into view from another tree. One after the other wolfos started to appear all around him. Seven or eight, way to many! Ander's breath grew short as beads of sweat rolled down his face. The wolfos began to circle him, snarling and spitting viciously. The biggest one, probably the leader, Ander thought, charged at him in less than a second. Ander held one of his swords in front of him, shielding his head from the attacker. He swung the other sword recklessly as the wolf charged. The sword slashed at the wolfos' face leaving a deep red wound on its cheek. The wolfos growled and bared its teeth as it shook its head, ridding itself from the pain.
This time three attacked at once, lunging at Ander. He brought both his swords in front of him, praying for it to be a bad dream. Suddenly a hand reached down from the shadows of the branches and grabbed Ander by the collar of his tunic. With a rough tug, he was hauled up into the branches of the tree. Oblivious to what just happened, Ander sat still on a branch staring into space.
"What the hell?" He cursed loudly searching for his rescuer in the darkness of the shadows. He looked down and saw the wolfos circling the tree baring their teeth and snarling with rage, "Stupid beasts!" Ander spat wiping the sweat from his forehead. He sheathed his swords and let his hands drop to his sides.
"What the-"He exclaimed as his hand wrapped around a cold clay object, " I wonder what this is..." He squinted in the dark, and to his surprise, it was an ocarina. A blue one for that fact.
"Hey, I thought they were all destroyed after the Demons were released from the dark lands! Cool!" He tucked the ocarina into his tunic and settled back against the tree.
The wolfos sat down around the tree and began to howl loudly. Ander looked up. The sun was setting fast.
Shoot! My family will be out looking for me! He thought as howls echoed through his ears. "Well this is just great isn't it?!"
The sun set slowly into the desert and the moon raised from the mountains. Ander's eyes were slowly falling heavy. He yawned loudly, cupping his hands over his mouth. He looked down to the ground lazily and saw that the wolfos were sitting down, a couple sleeping. Won't they give up? he thought. Suddenly, a harsh voice echoed through his ears.
"Ariadnate gondro moestnata. "
Ander jumped in surprise as he heard the voice. I recognize that, he thought, it's an ancient Hylian language. He listened for the voice again, and there it was.
"Wateu otia! "
Two arrows whistled past his face in the direction of the unprepared wolfos. One arrow shot the leader in the stomach; the other got it in the head. The wolfos fell to the ground lifelessly, blood dripping from it. The others awoke with a start. They looked at their leader and started whimpering. They looked at Ander and gave a short growl before taking off, tails between their legs.
Ander, oblivious to what happened, stared sleepily at the dead wolfos. With out warning, he shot his hand up the branches above him and tugged downward.
"Shioss enfol!! "
A man came tumbling down from the tree, hitting small branches, yelling and cursing loudly on the way down to the ground. He hit the ground on his front with a small thud and got up immediately. He shook his head, and in less than a second, he had a bow and arrow in his hands, aiming at Ander.
Ander gasped in surprised.
. . .
.
What do u think? Rate out of ten and RR please.
These are the ancient words the stranger was speaking.
I'm going to help you now.
Watch out
Shit no!