A/N: I don't own Legend of Zelda
I hope you guys are liking it so far, it's a little weird... I don't know, whatever. I was having trouble for a long time with the error message so it took me a while to get this published. I hope you like it, have fun reading and review please!
~SeriousRice~
A soul has a color, just like everything else in life. For example a pure soul, one untouched by the evils of the world, is white and almost like an angel and those souls can bring happiness to the darkest of days. A happy soul will be yellow and occasionally pink while a calm soul will be an aqua blue. Soul color will change with time and will never stop changing; one becomes what they experience and one encounters these many times a day.
A soul will change drastically when confronted with the pain of loss, a mind cannot bear the knowledge that a thing, once taking breaths, can breathe no longer. One is made to be ignorant to the concept of death, and not many minds know it well. The experience of death will drastically change the soul and put it to its breaking point. However, there is light to every darkness and in some very rare cases a conscious will reverse the effect of meeting death. A pure mind is strong to the tolls of pain and will drive away darkness without delay.
"W-we've been walking for hours," said a young boy with a nervous tone, "I'm a little tired and hungry…" He looked down at the ground, his deep brown bangs hiding his eyes from the looks he would receive from the older man. The warrior, instead of giving Arys a sharp look, stopped his mare and walked into the underbrush. Arys trembled a little and squeezed out salty water from his eyes so tears wouldn't. He put a small hand on the horse's leg for comfort and watched with longing eyes for his safe haven to return from off the path. A crunch of a twig and a rustling of leaves announced the swift return and surely enough the warrior emerged, holding a few apples. Arys ran over and swiped the reddest, most shiny apple and took a big hearty bite. The young man just looked down and gave a quick smirk and returned to his normal expressionless gaze. The mare bit half an apple that was placed at her nose and then the rest, giving a whinny in thanks.
Arys sat down to finish his apple and watched as his companion leaned up against the nearest tree and began taking modest bites.
"You know, you've never told me your name. You just look at me," Arys pointed out, taking a break from the apple. Once again the young man just looked at the ground, his mind wandering elsewhere.
"Um… sir?" Arys asked with a confused look in his eyes. No answer, "Oh…" was Arys' remark and he decided to just let the silence come back again; it wasn't any fun to just hear yourself talk.
With a grunt, the warrior signaled that it was time to get moving; he sure didn't waste any time. Arys pushed himself off the ground and brushed off his pants while the young man began to walk down the path with his horse. The boy walked quickly to catch up with his companions to finish the trek through the woods.
Magnificent was an understatement. There almost wasn't any word to describe the glorious sight in the distance. Arys stood tall next to his companion and the mare to take in the view. The sun, brightly shining from high above in the sky, accented this wonderful marvel. Simply put, the two companions were looking at a kingdom, although it wasn't just a kingdom. Something about it could melt one's mind as they tried to comprehend the wonder that they were looking about. The sight could bring a faithless man to his knees in prayer to the goddesses, and between all that, the eyes could never be broken from their gaze on the kingdom.
Spiraling towers shot up and seemingly touched the heavens, and shone bright pink undertones as the sun's rays hit them almost perfectly. Colossal walls wrapped around the perimeter, protecting the defenseless peoples inside. Trees were placed, by nature, almost perfectly all around the stone wall, showing off their newly blossomed flowers of many different colors.
The hero shielded his eyes from the bright sun and looked down at Arys who was awestruck, speechless. For the first time in his travels with the young child, he smiled softly. It was an invisible smile, the kind that was there and gone in an instant; it never left a trace and one could only assume it was actually there. The innocence of the boy struck the older man, and pained him. Who could do such an act to a child as to slaughter its parents, burn down its house and leave it alone, fending for itself? The evils in the world weren't subsiding, and after all the layers of goodness life has to offer, evil is a shadow to its opposite; the very thing people try to ignore will always, always, be there to be there to whisper 'I'm still here'.
Arys, at last, pulled his astounded gaze from the kingdom in the distance and looked up at the hero,"Are we going there?" He asked, watching the man look into the distance. The sharp-eyed blonde nodded and began to lead his horse towards the horizon. Once again Arys took the back, following his shelter, his savior.
Inside the gates lay an even greater spectacle up close. Cobblestone streets were busy with the footsteps of bustling people, eccentric salesmen and loud bartering. Unarmored guards stood at every corner, holding dull, iron spears. They looked sharp, well-trained, and alert for not having to deal with much crime during their day. In the square marvelous architecture greeted men, women, and children, and then seemed to say goodbye, imprinting their images into the minds of people to call them back on a later date. A large fountain sat dead center of the square, an image of maidens and angels carved into stones, as if they had just one day became still and petrified, stopping their time dead in its tracks. Behind the fountain sat a cathedral, a modest one at best. It wasn't very big, less than the height of the walls, and made with simple stone from a nearby quarry. Behind the cathedral, aligned perfectly with the fountain and holy ground, was the castle. Large, overpowering and attracting to lingering eyes, even those who have seen it on a daily basis.
Arys stood, planted to the ground, taking in more of the wondrous image, which was even more remarkable than from beyond the walls. His companion tapped his shoulder with a soft finger and tilted his head towards an alley. The young boy got the message and followed the hero and his mare, taking one last look the tree wonders.
It seemed as if the hero had been here before, he dodged people like a cat weaving through obstacles, precisely and gracefully. To Arys the streets were a maze of endless paths, but they seemed mapped out in the footsteps of the older man. It was hard to keep up with such a fast-paced person, especially in crowded places and being young and susceptible to being trampled and lost in the sea of people. Luckily the horse was there because it seemed to disperse people from the general area, as long as the boy stayed close. He was tired, and wanted nothing more than to sit down and have something to eat, like something his mom made with love especially for him. His legs lost their speed and his breathe became heavier with each skip to try and keep up with the horse's hind legs.
"S-sir…!" He tried to exclaim, but the young voice didn't travel far, and Arys didn't have the energy to yell or scream at the man. "I-I can't keep up…" A terrified tone escaped the boy's lips the gap between the horse and he became wider. People began to curtain Arys' view of the green clad warrior. Unlike his companion, Arys was terrible at making his way through the crowd of people. He was bumped and pushed around like a girls' ragdoll. No one was stopping to help him, and the once magnificent town turned into a horrible place of no compassion and a cluster of people consuming the young boy. Hope was lost for making his way to find his savior; he was gone and that's how it was going to stay. Tears formed in the deep green eyes and Arys pushed them back; he had to be a man, it was his turn to make it alone. He stumbled awkwardly through the crowd of people, dodging feet, hips, bottoms and swinging hands.
"Hey little boy, have you lost your parents?" a sweet voice asked and Arys looked for the source. A young woman was bent over a small stall tucked away in the corner of the street. Her face spoke of love and joy, something that a young child needs in their life. Arys nodded and stepped closer to the warm invitation of the woman.
"My name is Hanah."
"I'm Arys and I got left behind from someone…" the young boy half explained, looking at his feet.
"Well that's okay. Why don't you stay here and help me with my stall," Hanah offered to a now excited Arys.
"Alright! When I was with my dad helping him work he got a lot of tips!" the boy exclaimed, rushing behind the booth, "So what do you do?" Arys asked.
"Mostly just try and get people to donate for good causes, like rebuilding bridges and helping feed the poor."
"Oh," replied Arys, his excitement dwindling.
"Here ya go," Hanah said, picking up Arys by under his arms and setting him gently onto the wooden surface of the stall. The young boy giggled and smiled as he felt a small tickling, "come everyone and donate to rebuild the things torn down by our goddesses!" Hanah yelled out into the crowd. The waves of people were unmoved, inattentive; they looked vacant, even with the motions of turning and looking at stalls, talking to friends and family or angrily demanding refunds from a scammer.
Arys waved to the passing bodies, holding his hopes high for someone to pay attention. He looked all around, forgetting about his worries of being lost; the warrior would find him soon. His optimism could be seen by his new companion, who would keep the young boy in the corner of her eye to make sure nothing bad would become of such an innocent.
"Here's some coins for your cause," a man said, dropping two colored, shining gems on the table which immediately caught Arys' eyes.
"Ooh, what are those!" Arys asked excitedly, picking the small blue gem up between his fingers.
"You've never seen those before?" Hanah asked, completely surprised and Arys shook his head. "Those are called rupees; it's what we use to pay here."
"They're so pretty," Arys said, mesmerized by the deep blue of the jewel and how intensely it sparkled even without the sun.
"Hello sir, would you like to give a donation to a good cause?" Hanah suddenly asked spotting a customer standing at the stall. Arys broke his gaze away from the rupee and saw who the man was.
"You came back!" Arys cried out, dropping the blue gem and jumping towards the sharp hero. The warrior awkwardly wrapped an arm around the boy, keeping his eyes on the woman.
"I'm guessing he's your father?" Hanah asked, smiling contently.
"He saved me!" Arys stated happily, pulling away from the man in green. The blue-eyed hero looked at Arys and with a quick snap of his head, motioned to say 'let's go'. Arys nodded and turned to look at the stall owner.
"Thank you Ms." He said, holding out a tiny hand. Hanah took it in hers and shook lightly, "That's what my daddy taught me to do!" Arys explained proudly, puffing out his chest.
Hanah gave a little giggle and replied, "You're sure good at it, thanks for all your help. And you know what? I think I'll let you keep that rupee you like so much," Hanah offered, pointing daintily at the gem still lying in Arys' hand. His eyes lit up happily.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Arys spat out, his excitement almost making his breathing stop. He hugged her tightly, "I'll come back to visit Hanah. I promise."
"Take your time Arys, but I'll be waiting," She said softly, ruffling his brown hair.
With that, the hero nodded slightly to Hanah in thanks and waited as Arys jumped off the stall before walking off towards their destination. As the two melted into the crowd, Hanah watched them like a hawk.
"I'll be waiting…Arys." She whispered to herself, grinning widely, a spot of red shining from her eyes.
