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Of Wind and Forest
For the time being the Wind Tribe had settled in the vast rolling hills of Mongolia. Much like the wind however, they traveled. These were a nomadic people who followed the winds, they never stayed in one place for very long. As such they relied mostly on their livestock and fertile grounds, knowing full well that they would only become a burden if they stayed in one place very long.
Talim lie on the soft grass of the plains in the last afternoon sun, her mind a flurry of activity. She could feel it growing even in this remote a place, the Evil Seed that had taken root had finally grown. The strange metal fragment she possessed was a testament to that. What ever evil had been made dormant was now about to revive, the winds told her as much. The world loomed on the precipice of a great peril, and she could do nothing about it. Such was the order of the elders.
Talim wanted to go after the strange evil that seemed to be rising, but she was forbidden. She was the last shaman of the Wind Deity and nothing short of that deity itself would get the elders to change their minds. Talim didn't want to wait for the evil to come crashing through her people before they decided anything though. She wanted to leave, was set on it in fact, but something kept telling her to wait. To hold out for just a little while longer.
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"You know what this means don't you?" The royal figure asked. She knew though that his mind was set. The young man dressed in green looked at her. That look spoke volumes over anything she had ever heard in her life.
The young man smiled then, a bright smile that was meant to reassure her. He wasn't good with words, he never was, but the boy always showed his emotions. If he was incapable of anything it was lying. As he strapped his shield on his back, the youth moved to leave the royal chamber that they now occupied.
"Link," the princess spoke, grabbing his hand as he walked away. Turning around to again look at her he saw the sad smile on his Princess' lips. "Here," saying this the princess used her other hand to place a strange instrument in the one she still held.
It was not an uncommon thing for the boy named Link to be speechless. Nor was the look of surprise that played on his face. In that moment the stoic mask that he wore lifted itself and soundlessly tears could be seen spilling forth. The Ocarina of Time, the most precious treasure in all of Hyrule, she had given him this knowing what would happen.
"The Master Sword," she motioned to the blade sheathed at his back, "has always been yours, but this ocarina has been mine since as long as I could remember. Keep it safe and think of me and Hyrule when you play it."
He looked for a moment at that ocarina, transfixed. Then as her hands left his he pulled her into one last embrace. His tears stopped then as he hugged her tight. She stood there receiving his love one last time, immobile. But as he whispered into her ear, words only she could hear, she broke down and returned it.
Link left the chamber then, quiet as always. This was her good-bye, there was no need to walk him to the Temple of Time, where he would disappear from this world forever. The evil that threatened Hyrule was great and like always Link would rise to the challenge, knowing the sacrifices and as Link's words filled the void that his absence created, the Princess resolved to remember them forever.
"Good-bye Zelda," he had said, "my dear sister."
"Goody-bye Link," she said to the void as she slumped down, the tears overwhelming her, "my precious little brother."
Gone forever from the land of Hyrule would be the Hero of Time.
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As Link entered the alter of the Temple of Time he reflected on his past. Many a great and terrible thing had happened in this land of Hyrule, to this land of Hyrule. Now something greater threatened it from without, while it's greatest perils came form within. After defeating the evil wizard that was the puppet of the strange metal fragment, Zelda was visited by the three goddesses Din, Nayru and Farore in a dream. They told her of an evil sword that would eventually come to Hyrule and destroy it, lest something be about it. That something was Link
The portal to the world where the blade existed was opened by the metal fragment, it was there that he would have to travel. The portal existed in the Temple of Time, it was there that his journey would begin. Leaving a silent prayer to the Goddesses of Hyrule Link began playing the Ocarina. In a brilliant flash of light he was gone. Never again to step foot on his homeland.
For the briefest of moments Link felt he was flying through the clouds. That moment ended when he realized he wasn't flying but falling, where ever the portal had taken him it was not to solid ground. Somehow during his freefall Link found himself screaming as loud as his lungs would allow. Landing on his chest with a hard thud Link felt the mercy of unconscious come upon him.
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"The wind has changed?" Talim spoke as she stood. Indeed the wind had changed direction, it now blew towards a forest a few hills away. This wasn't any wind though, Talim felt the presence of the divine in that wind, this was the sign that she had waited for, even if this wind blew in the opposite direction as the evil, she knew this was it.
Racing with the wind to the forest, Talim felt the presence growing weaker. Whatever it was, it was hurt badly. The life force of the being was ebbing, Talim found herself running faster, trying to get to that forest before it was too late. As she ran the last hill before she would enter the forest Talim caught the hint of steel glimmering in the sunlight. There at the forest lip was a green figure lying unconscious.
"Hey," Talim called out shaking the unconscious figure, "wake up please." Talim removed the shield from the back of the male figure and tossed it aside. She rolled him over and seeing the buckle for the sword strapped to his back removed that too. The first thing she noticed was the blood that trickled down his mouth, inspecting further she found several cracked ribs that would need attention, but otherwise he was fine. As relief spread throughout her Talim noticed the peculiarities of the boy that lay unconscious before her. His hair was more like golden than blonde, his skin tanned and muscles firm from his travels. He wore a green cap and tunic with a blue white undergarment covering his legs and arms, but the one thing that drew attention away from all that was his ears, they were at least three times as long as Talim's and pointed outward.
This was no ordinary boy, this was the omen she had waited for. This was her chance to defeat the evil that pervaded the west. With as great care as she could Talim dragged the strange boy and his things back to her tent, where she could look after him and dress his wounds. This was a gift to her from the Wind Deity, she would be sure to take care of it.
As Talim eventually made her way back to the camps night fell. She was somewhat fortunate to have her own tent, but this wasn't when it was time to make or leave camp as she had to assemble and disassemble the tent herself. It was late and she didn't want to wake her parents in the next tent over, so she tried to be as quiet as possible. Alun however had other ideas.
"Alun please be quiet," she begged of the sparrow that chirped loudly inside the tent, "I don't want you to wake up my parents." When the unconscious boy was in her bedroll Talim moved over the sparrow's perch and placing a finger over her lips made a hushing sound. It took some doing, but eventually the bird quieted down to the point that she was sure her parents would stay asleep.
Just as Alun went back to sleep someone else awoke. The boy with the strange ears from atop Talim's bedroll started to stir. He was crying out in pain as he struggled to move, his gauntleted hands moving to shield his face from something unknown. Talim rushed to his side and spoke soothing words to the boy, this and the warm hand she placed on his forehead calmed him down returning him to his sleep. Talim then set to dressing his wounds, first she removed the cap and tunic, then removing what she realized was the blue white undershirt, she wrapped the bandages around his broken ribs. When she was finished Talim wrapped some blankets around him. Seeing that he was breathing evenly she relaxed. Settling herself in Talim prepared to sleep light, lest her patient required something else of her.
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When morning came Talim awoke with sun, her main duties were to help the tribe with cooking and train herself to be able to use her talents as a Wind Shaman better. This morning Talim made sure to return to her tent as soon as she finished making the broth that was the tribe's morning meal. She carried two steaming bowls of that broth back to her tent and with the wind at her side no one asked why. When she returned Talim saw the boy sitting in the bedroll cringing as he tried to move more.
"Don't move," Talim spoke urgently, "you've been badly hurt." When the boy complied she gave him one of the bowls of broth. "It's not so bad," she said as he eyed the bowl concerned, "you need your strength if you plan to leave soon."
The boy took a good look at her. Her hair was a dark shade of green, her skin tanned from her nomadic life. She had a look of innocence in her brown eyes that could be nothing but sincere. She wore a green shirt that covered only the barest of essentials a pair of sleeves that did not connect to the shirt which were apparently tied to her arms with red or green bands. A thick bronze ring adorned each wrist. She wore a pair of white shorts with a large ring that was attached to some kind of pouch and on her feet were a pair of boots not that much different from his own, underneath she wore a pair of uneven green socks.
Talim found herself frozen in the piercing blue eyed gaze of the pointed eared youth. Somehow he was taking in all that she was, weighing her. She had heard from her father of animals that when faced with certain death freeze with fear. She didn't feel like one of those animals then, this being held no malice in it's slanted eyes, no hatred. Talim felt more than anything that he wanted to trust her as much as she wanted to trust him.
"I'm Talim," she motioned to herself with her free hand, never breaking his gaze, "what's your name?"
"Talim," he said clumsily. He broke his gaze then turning to look in his broth. There confirming his own identity in his reflection he spoke again, "I'm Link."
Transending History and the World
A tale of Swords and Souls
Eternaly retold
-To be Continued
Got hit by inspiration, it hurt so I got an ice pack. After that I began writing this, what do you think? Should I continue? Should I stop here? Please tell me. In any event tell me if you liked it or not, I gotta know.
Ryuhiko@hotmail.com
Of Wind and Forest
For the time being the Wind Tribe had settled in the vast rolling hills of Mongolia. Much like the wind however, they traveled. These were a nomadic people who followed the winds, they never stayed in one place for very long. As such they relied mostly on their livestock and fertile grounds, knowing full well that they would only become a burden if they stayed in one place very long.
Talim lie on the soft grass of the plains in the last afternoon sun, her mind a flurry of activity. She could feel it growing even in this remote a place, the Evil Seed that had taken root had finally grown. The strange metal fragment she possessed was a testament to that. What ever evil had been made dormant was now about to revive, the winds told her as much. The world loomed on the precipice of a great peril, and she could do nothing about it. Such was the order of the elders.
Talim wanted to go after the strange evil that seemed to be rising, but she was forbidden. She was the last shaman of the Wind Deity and nothing short of that deity itself would get the elders to change their minds. Talim didn't want to wait for the evil to come crashing through her people before they decided anything though. She wanted to leave, was set on it in fact, but something kept telling her to wait. To hold out for just a little while longer.
_____________________________
"You know what this means don't you?" The royal figure asked. She knew though that his mind was set. The young man dressed in green looked at her. That look spoke volumes over anything she had ever heard in her life.
The young man smiled then, a bright smile that was meant to reassure her. He wasn't good with words, he never was, but the boy always showed his emotions. If he was incapable of anything it was lying. As he strapped his shield on his back, the youth moved to leave the royal chamber that they now occupied.
"Link," the princess spoke, grabbing his hand as he walked away. Turning around to again look at her he saw the sad smile on his Princess' lips. "Here," saying this the princess used her other hand to place a strange instrument in the one she still held.
It was not an uncommon thing for the boy named Link to be speechless. Nor was the look of surprise that played on his face. In that moment the stoic mask that he wore lifted itself and soundlessly tears could be seen spilling forth. The Ocarina of Time, the most precious treasure in all of Hyrule, she had given him this knowing what would happen.
"The Master Sword," she motioned to the blade sheathed at his back, "has always been yours, but this ocarina has been mine since as long as I could remember. Keep it safe and think of me and Hyrule when you play it."
He looked for a moment at that ocarina, transfixed. Then as her hands left his he pulled her into one last embrace. His tears stopped then as he hugged her tight. She stood there receiving his love one last time, immobile. But as he whispered into her ear, words only she could hear, she broke down and returned it.
Link left the chamber then, quiet as always. This was her good-bye, there was no need to walk him to the Temple of Time, where he would disappear from this world forever. The evil that threatened Hyrule was great and like always Link would rise to the challenge, knowing the sacrifices and as Link's words filled the void that his absence created, the Princess resolved to remember them forever.
"Good-bye Zelda," he had said, "my dear sister."
"Goody-bye Link," she said to the void as she slumped down, the tears overwhelming her, "my precious little brother."
Gone forever from the land of Hyrule would be the Hero of Time.
_____________________________
As Link entered the alter of the Temple of Time he reflected on his past. Many a great and terrible thing had happened in this land of Hyrule, to this land of Hyrule. Now something greater threatened it from without, while it's greatest perils came form within. After defeating the evil wizard that was the puppet of the strange metal fragment, Zelda was visited by the three goddesses Din, Nayru and Farore in a dream. They told her of an evil sword that would eventually come to Hyrule and destroy it, lest something be about it. That something was Link
The portal to the world where the blade existed was opened by the metal fragment, it was there that he would have to travel. The portal existed in the Temple of Time, it was there that his journey would begin. Leaving a silent prayer to the Goddesses of Hyrule Link began playing the Ocarina. In a brilliant flash of light he was gone. Never again to step foot on his homeland.
For the briefest of moments Link felt he was flying through the clouds. That moment ended when he realized he wasn't flying but falling, where ever the portal had taken him it was not to solid ground. Somehow during his freefall Link found himself screaming as loud as his lungs would allow. Landing on his chest with a hard thud Link felt the mercy of unconscious come upon him.
_____________________________
"The wind has changed?" Talim spoke as she stood. Indeed the wind had changed direction, it now blew towards a forest a few hills away. This wasn't any wind though, Talim felt the presence of the divine in that wind, this was the sign that she had waited for, even if this wind blew in the opposite direction as the evil, she knew this was it.
Racing with the wind to the forest, Talim felt the presence growing weaker. Whatever it was, it was hurt badly. The life force of the being was ebbing, Talim found herself running faster, trying to get to that forest before it was too late. As she ran the last hill before she would enter the forest Talim caught the hint of steel glimmering in the sunlight. There at the forest lip was a green figure lying unconscious.
"Hey," Talim called out shaking the unconscious figure, "wake up please." Talim removed the shield from the back of the male figure and tossed it aside. She rolled him over and seeing the buckle for the sword strapped to his back removed that too. The first thing she noticed was the blood that trickled down his mouth, inspecting further she found several cracked ribs that would need attention, but otherwise he was fine. As relief spread throughout her Talim noticed the peculiarities of the boy that lay unconscious before her. His hair was more like golden than blonde, his skin tanned and muscles firm from his travels. He wore a green cap and tunic with a blue white undergarment covering his legs and arms, but the one thing that drew attention away from all that was his ears, they were at least three times as long as Talim's and pointed outward.
This was no ordinary boy, this was the omen she had waited for. This was her chance to defeat the evil that pervaded the west. With as great care as she could Talim dragged the strange boy and his things back to her tent, where she could look after him and dress his wounds. This was a gift to her from the Wind Deity, she would be sure to take care of it.
As Talim eventually made her way back to the camps night fell. She was somewhat fortunate to have her own tent, but this wasn't when it was time to make or leave camp as she had to assemble and disassemble the tent herself. It was late and she didn't want to wake her parents in the next tent over, so she tried to be as quiet as possible. Alun however had other ideas.
"Alun please be quiet," she begged of the sparrow that chirped loudly inside the tent, "I don't want you to wake up my parents." When the unconscious boy was in her bedroll Talim moved over the sparrow's perch and placing a finger over her lips made a hushing sound. It took some doing, but eventually the bird quieted down to the point that she was sure her parents would stay asleep.
Just as Alun went back to sleep someone else awoke. The boy with the strange ears from atop Talim's bedroll started to stir. He was crying out in pain as he struggled to move, his gauntleted hands moving to shield his face from something unknown. Talim rushed to his side and spoke soothing words to the boy, this and the warm hand she placed on his forehead calmed him down returning him to his sleep. Talim then set to dressing his wounds, first she removed the cap and tunic, then removing what she realized was the blue white undershirt, she wrapped the bandages around his broken ribs. When she was finished Talim wrapped some blankets around him. Seeing that he was breathing evenly she relaxed. Settling herself in Talim prepared to sleep light, lest her patient required something else of her.
_____________________________
When morning came Talim awoke with sun, her main duties were to help the tribe with cooking and train herself to be able to use her talents as a Wind Shaman better. This morning Talim made sure to return to her tent as soon as she finished making the broth that was the tribe's morning meal. She carried two steaming bowls of that broth back to her tent and with the wind at her side no one asked why. When she returned Talim saw the boy sitting in the bedroll cringing as he tried to move more.
"Don't move," Talim spoke urgently, "you've been badly hurt." When the boy complied she gave him one of the bowls of broth. "It's not so bad," she said as he eyed the bowl concerned, "you need your strength if you plan to leave soon."
The boy took a good look at her. Her hair was a dark shade of green, her skin tanned from her nomadic life. She had a look of innocence in her brown eyes that could be nothing but sincere. She wore a green shirt that covered only the barest of essentials a pair of sleeves that did not connect to the shirt which were apparently tied to her arms with red or green bands. A thick bronze ring adorned each wrist. She wore a pair of white shorts with a large ring that was attached to some kind of pouch and on her feet were a pair of boots not that much different from his own, underneath she wore a pair of uneven green socks.
Talim found herself frozen in the piercing blue eyed gaze of the pointed eared youth. Somehow he was taking in all that she was, weighing her. She had heard from her father of animals that when faced with certain death freeze with fear. She didn't feel like one of those animals then, this being held no malice in it's slanted eyes, no hatred. Talim felt more than anything that he wanted to trust her as much as she wanted to trust him.
"I'm Talim," she motioned to herself with her free hand, never breaking his gaze, "what's your name?"
"Talim," he said clumsily. He broke his gaze then turning to look in his broth. There confirming his own identity in his reflection he spoke again, "I'm Link."
Transending History and the World
A tale of Swords and Souls
Eternaly retold
-To be Continued
Got hit by inspiration, it hurt so I got an ice pack. After that I began writing this, what do you think? Should I continue? Should I stop here? Please tell me. In any event tell me if you liked it or not, I gotta know.
Ryuhiko@hotmail.com