The Creations
Chapter 4
16. May. 2008
note: edited, 30.may.2008; same as the first.
The fourth creation was invisible to the mortal eye, or at least legends boasted. The sheikah saw him easily, almost forgetting that he wasn't entirely mortal. He knew better than to gather close though, the dragon was more trustworthy than this . . . thing.
"What will you do when the hero comes for you?"
"I will die." It was an absolute statement, one that the sheikah was shocked to hear, though they all said it so far. None had said it so final, never so calmly. "It is my duty to die."
"Will you not fight death?" The sheikah asked quietly. Everything was quiet in this place, even the screeching of keese in the upper rooms.
"I will fight Death because that is what I am compelled to do. The others said that you were searching for answers. That you have been alive longer than most legends. You will not find anything but peace here."
"Peace, here?" The creature hit the drums solidly, a song of mourning caressing the air gently.
"This is where all rest, little sheikah. Death waits for no one. He does not know what will become of Him. You speak of Him as a hero, but do you not know the truth?"
"It is the truth I seek."
"He knows the truth, holds it in His hands and He does not acknowledge it. He is blinded by His courage, she her wisdom, the master his power. Together they will form one and right the world of its wrongs, no matter the role they play in it," The creation stated gravely, hands still beating the drums. A quicker pace this time, reminding the sheikah of battles past.
"You are the first to answer honestly."
"And I will be the last. Go. I need to be alone." The sheikah obliged the creation, knowing in his heart that it was and wasn't created by the master. There were two years before the hero awoke.
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