Invasion Day
"The stones and branches are reacting. They are burning with resent, malice. The Calamity Hex is coming."
"Elder, that's not true!"
Within the agrarian tribes and each village, there was an elder ruling as a shaman, trained to institutionalize the villagers with Hyrule folklore, medicine, and coming of age. They said to have the ability to talk with spirits, enter a deep state of sleep and see visions, and they honor the Temples, including the Temple of Time. They also speak of tales of the Denizens.
"Denizens? No way!"
There was tension within the gathering. It could've been easily dispersed by skepticism, but surely enough, the Fyrn saw the nature around them reacting. To witness the harsh voice of the wind rustling the forest, and the wild beasts breaking from their lairs, the emotion of fear began to set in. In attempt to rouse the town and turn them towards the positive direction, Pipit would state that they would face whatever came to them. Some believed the passionate warrior; however, the threat felt real. No, it was something they didn't want to come. Among the group of villagers, the young silent Link gave the elder a brazen look. His thoughts were pragmatic and he felt everyone's apprehension. In his heart, because of his strange dreams, Link felt that there was something on its way and that he must face it.
The tales of the Denizens echoed through generations. They were creatures of the dark that slaughtered flesh and soul without thought. As if their own flesh and souls were void of anything, they suitably looked like hunched beings black as ink. Like beasts, they wanted to course the land on hands and feet. That is what the tales had told, but no one alive had seem them in existence.
Before the sun turned full cycle, the sky grew dark. A murk covered the sky, and slowly rolled down like a blanket unfurling from a mother's arms. The Fyrn wasn't sure on how to react; the black murk slowly crawled in like a wave, stretching towards the village, and something jumped out. A shocking scream lifted into the air. Everyone looked in the voice's direction, and saw one of the villagers, his body, bend in a far angle before dropping to the ground. Creatures stood over him. Tall, thin, fingers ending in claws. Fog-like scarves flowed from their necks. Wavy hair. They were like silhouettes with beacons for eyes.
The Denizens.
"Run! To the temple!" That was the elder's last warning.
Time passed. Some tried to fight back, but end up being swallowed by the darkness. The village disappeared into the blanket of deep, black fog. Pipit and Link were the only ones left, and while being pursued, they reached the end of a cliff. They could see over the plain, the Temple looming far a distance. Link was shoved off the cliff, caught an updraft and deployed his sailcloth, flying over a thicket.
"For a shrimp, you're sure tough I gotta tell ya." A grin showed resolute truth in his words, but Pipit's voice had a hint of doubt. It was from within himself. He always praised his little friend, but the Calamity was the ultimate test of his courage.
He sheathed his sword against he Denizens. He couldn't save Karane.
What of Link?