A Story to be Told
Beginning: A Great Catastrophe
The woman took her time, sitting on the cushioned stool slowly. Her short, white, thin hair waved in the air wistfully. The town was a blossoming memory of it's former glory, the grass was golden and crisp with the autumn skies. The air hung cool with new life as the trees were painted in the beauty of their own slow preparation for rebirth. She loved nothing more than to watch life progress and fade, the lines on her face became drawn into a smile. A lean young man with burgundy hair and vibrant blue eyes came trailing after three small kids.
"What do I owe to these sleepless wonders you've made, hm?"
She old lady croaked, he began to smile fondly, "I thought it was about time I had a break, these young ones need an education, don't they?"
"And you actually think they will get one from me? I was a kind of dropout in my years..."
She began to cough, the man brought her a cup of water, she took it thankfully.
"I would teach them guitar, but my hands are too worn and stiff to run along those strings again."
"You are wiser than you know. I remember your tales would always inspire us, so I think you should share before you leave this place, ya old selfish lady."
He laughed as she whacked him on the ear, she thought about it and waved him off, "Yes, yes, alright, and you're just as bad as your great grandfather, leave these soft minds to me then..."
He bowed deeply before settling the children down around her and taking leave.
She looked at the three, smiling faces that beamed up at her, "...Okay, now what?" She asked them they began looking at each other confused before the boy in the middle spoke up, "Well, honestly lady, we were going to ask you that..."
The others nodded in agreement, the old woman sighed.
'These are gonna be a piece of work..'
"Look kids, I didn't get old with a wistful voice for your annual half moon entertainment. You're here to learn. Lesson one, is respect your elders. Whether you think they've earned it or not, trust me, we've lived long enough, you'll get farther in life kids."
She watched there confused and weary faces, "Lesson two. Just cause old crabs like me say shit, don't mean you get too. You hear angry words? You don't go using them, if you're so desperate, whisper them in your pillow or something...
Lesson three is I don't have all day, do you want a story or what?"
The old lady watched amused as their faces lit up and they began nodding with excitement.
"Well? What kind?"
"Action!" Said the middle boy,
"A funny one?" asked the timid brother,
"What about a romance?" Asked the girl and the other two pulled faces in disgust. The old woman began to chuckle, catching the group's attention.
"So, a swash buckling tale, filled with absurdity and wit? Perhaps of how two unlikely people became partners in a twist of fate? How does all this sound?"
They all agreed enthusiastically, the old lady thought back.
"Your father wants me to teach you a thing or two... Perhaps a little legend from the past, you can always learn from history..."
She muttered away, lost in memory before springing at a thought so suddenly that it made her physically bounce. The kids were surprised at how spry she seemed for her age.
"I know! How about a story of a young girl, striving to make her way in the world and having everything, even the kingdom turned upside down, by one man with dreams so big he stole from the gods and ruled the land?"
The kids looked wide eyed, then at each other trying to decide if they liked the idea. Finally the eldest spoke, "We, haven't heard about the King of Thieves. Nobody ever brought it up... Many say his legend is Taboo, those who speak of it are visited by a beast of the night."
"Yeah, and if his name is spoken the great beast will come to eat you!"
The girl chirped along, the old lady simply shook her head, "You kids are too superstitious. You peek around the corners of talking adults just for them to call you out of the shadows. Ask what you heard, then scare you with bedtime stories from their childhood on cryptic matters, simple as that."
The kids now listened again, wide eyed.
"Heck, when I was your age I... Huh... I don't actually know..."
"Who was this man anyway?" Asked the younger boy, the old lady became missed over, "He was, a friend. A man with a point of view so vast, or so small, nobody could seem to understand him. All but one managed to comfort his growing amount of frustration, paranoia, and anxiety. He was the most powerful man this land has ever known, but still, he sought more.
The one reason why people seek power, is simple. It's fear."
The oldest started nodding.
"Oh, I get it, so he stole the ultimate power to cover up for being a coward."
"Not at all! You think Ganon was a coward? You can fear anything, stand up to it, but what he did was... You know why don't I just tell you the story already..."
The kids laughed and began to get comfortable.
She looked at them, her aged smile becoming warm.
"Now... I believe this all really began one day in a bustling courtyard of Hyrule Castle..."
Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry, I took everything down. I just wasn't happy with anything and life got in the way, but! I made changes, the story pans out differently, and as you can probably tell from this first scene, it's now a narrative. The whole thing's going to be updated, I'll slowly get things back up and running, new, improved, and better than ever (hopefully.) I guess the real question is, is this story really appropriate for three little kids? X3