Evil Man's Land
Emiya Shirou
Prologue
A shadow clashed down the wall, the light of the full moon crawled back upon it. The celestial body, it appeared mighty, yet watched so impotently, over the sovereign creature beneath. This deadly creature, posessing a deadening shadow, had been moving vigorously over the night, and all day long. A second shadow, tall and static, was the assaulted. It had no ways to defend. It could only last. The assaulter, unearthly large, dominated over all other remaining shadows around. This last unshielded shadow would not serve defeat. The aggressing shadow would soon feast again.
Blood was dripping from the organic teeth of the creature, tranquilly sleeping, covering up its true nature. None of the inhabitants would dare to come close. Any step taken outside would be noticed and deadly punished. Sharp senses could pick up every sign of prey available in the direct neighbourhood. It would pick up the sound of dead leaves cracking under their small feet. The monster could even distinguish the children's exhausted breathing, despite the cold winds raging around. The day was spent inside, the night was spent in fear. When the creature, along with many others, would awaken to betray its peers in the anteriorly peaceful forest. It appealed to a carnivore's habits.
Over the years, several inhabitants had been living on the brink of insanity. Some had even surrendered to it. They had the knowledge that they would never age, and shared the thoughts of having to spend an eternity, their immortality, huddled up in the huts in never ending poignant sorrow.
But above all frights one and all had to live with, they dreaded the possibly inevitable. The horrible end of their existence when the monsters would have swarmed the entire forest and would have become unavoidable. Starving to oblivion unable being able to reach the already scarce food supplies, it was the same terrifying idea. Leaving the forest was entirely not an option to begin with, for any of the inhabitants it would mean almost instant death. They were kept captive in their own livelihood. Where they once blissfully grew up, played with eachother and enjoyed the goods of life. It was now a prison. One with bars that would allow no light to pass. One with walls closing in on eachother every moment of time. It was a cage the prisoners were to slowly trifle away, if it had not yet brought them to the point of finishing off themselves, just for the souls to escape.
The woe was embittered by the fact that five former inhabitants, former friends, were not among them anymore. One was remembered to had left the village a couple of weeks before the already seven lasting years of misery commenced. He left the guardian spirit of the forest, the Deku Tree, dead, deceased, mortal. He, the unscrupulous one, didn't even care to tell the general population of Kokiri, his friends. It made Mido, the leader of the tribe, spread the word about that boy being the cause of everything. It was his fault the Deku Tree died along with his protection on the forest. His fault the monsters came. He promised to come back, but never did. A liar he was, deceiving the Kokiri children to please himself.
Mido was believed, the rest of the inhabitants steadily started to show more respect towards him now the other boy was gone. They too started to blame the departed boy for what they had to endure. Even though, their hate never reached Mido's level. His vengeance was already planned. His hatred had maximized to what his mind could handle. He would blame Link for every hardship he encountered. Mido's continouos speeches about his revenge were only heard by the lone fairy unfortunate enough to have absconded just beneath the treestump the preaches were sometimes held on.
But he could not care for anybody else listening. as long as his own vindictive part listened.
But above these verbal outbursts about his own wrath, he was the one to cheer up the Kokiri during hard times. Moreover, he was one of the reasons they never gave up, tried their best to survive. The sometimes as being absolutely fearless perceived leader could, like no one else, comfort any of his fellows and temporarily ostracize sudden dreadful agonies. Whilst the pangs of death would slowly sneak close to the children, Mido was the one to never be passed. He would not allow it enter any mind, and prevent any other children's common sense to leave the inside of his barriers.
What led him in this undaunted way of surviving, what kept him going amidst all the tragedy was, undoubtedly, the girl he had always loved. Saria would never be allowed to be touched by anything capable to hurt her. He would rather throw himself straight into doom only for the girl to be safe. Her presence manifested intrepid demeanor from somewhere deeply within him. It helped him reach a level of fortitude no other child could match. His zeal for the person of Saria was not left unnoticed. Her vulnerability had always been his excuse when asked about the unambigious fact that he was infatuated with her. But vulnerability was one thing they all shared in unison, therefore his excuse would always fall into nothingness