Creation's Exile
Chapter Four
5. September. 2011
l2set
note: its been awhile, i apologize. been having system issues and emotion issues. but, I've been working through them and thinking more about this tale
and i found out what I've been looking for in this story. i hope that this is what you all have been waiting patiently for and thank you for waiting.
enjoy. && not beta'd. all mistakes are my own.
I grew weary watching the tide roll in from the Great Bay; the monotonous waves breaking on the beach, washing away all traces of the day. I knew from Tingle that recently the Royal Zora family had some trouble, their mating season disrupted by pirates for the first time in hundreds of years. The eggs must have been very special for them to have been stolen, for someone to have died over them.
Rumor was that the Zora Maiku had died trying to save them, washed up on the shore mostly drowned. The spirits said his suffering was eased by a sacred song and his mission was given to the bearer of courage. No questions, no complaints - just compliance to finish the job at hand. From the stories in town, there was no accident and the Zora Maiku was not yet dead - I had seem him in the square not two nights after the so-called death. There was something afoot.
The Great Bay called to me; the siren song of the sea was stronger, stronger than I ever believed it could be in this lifetime. I never thought of myself much of a man of the sea, water was never really my home. I was born out of Din's fiery arms, the red clay of her earth. While I loved the desert, its warmth and hearty soul, it was in the fields that my soul was created and born. My body made of the grasses and winds of the solid, cold earth. I will always seek the desert, my wildest dreams there. The sea would never be my home.
Watching the water made me think of the Hylian Zora Ruto, the second Princess of our land. I longed for her dulcet tones in my ear, her teasing words gracing the world. I could see her smile, her looking at Link with a knowing sigh. I was jealous of her knowledge of him, though she too had never heard him speak. But she knew him, knew him like no one else. Not even Zelda could say that she had that pleasure. Ruto knew when she gave him that stone, made him make that promise that he would uphold it. Through life and death, good or evil, he would take her hand in marriage without question.
The fact that Ruto had ascended to the Sacred Realm as a Sage did not discourage Link from following through with the promise; nor did that stop Ruto from making sure that he would be able make things right. I think the Royal Zora knew that Zelda wouldn't leave Hyrule in shambles as it was; she knew that the Seventh Sage would set time right and take away the bad taste left in everyone's mouth from Ganon.
I longed for Zelda too, her voice tickling through my mind. I missed the connection that we had. I had never felt something so strong with anyone before traveling for this Zelda, despite everything that had happened with Bran, I felt very strongly about this Princess. About this whole generation of Good. These were good people, good times. Great times even, no matter what I had gone through. They had given me a challenge like no other. And now, now I am here, watching the Great Bay roll its waves across a deserted beach, wondering where my favourite people are in life.
I did not want to see Gyorg, the keeper of the Great Bay Temple. After speaking with Odlawa and Goht I did not see the use of speaking with the next masked keeper, or the one after that. I would not find the answer that I was seeking, I would not find the peace that I so desperately craved. All I wanted was to find the Hero, find my purpose - not dissect some riddles that would take me centuries to discover!
I was frustrated and angry, the spirits of the land could tell that I was not balanced. It was disrupting the nature around me, making everything around me jumpy and on alert. I was like an evil presence myself in this pure land, I was disgusted but I couldn't stop the out pour of emotions from my body. I was going through some sort of cleansing that I had no control of anymore.
The siren song was growing louder, pulling harder. I knew it was Gyorg, he was waiting for me. Needed to see me, he would not go his life and be denied my presence. Not if the other keepers got to have me in their line of sight; he had every right to demand me to his side. He had his knowledge to share with me, whatever riddles or puzzles he might speak.
I walked closer to the edge of the beach, my body reveling in the ocean spray. I pulled out my lyre and played the song Gyorg was whispering to me. I wondered if I would have to breathe underwater.
"You know, you remind me of the Hero. All gusto and guts," Gyorg said to me. I sat on the center platform, just watching him swim around. He didn't seem as strange as the other two Masked Keepers, but the day was still young. "Though, you talk too much."
"You called me out here with a siren's song, so what do you have to teach me that the other two cannot spare me?" I asked him quietly.
"Nothing which you don't all ready know. Do you not see what is set before you, the path that has guided you here, to this place?"
"You guided me here!" I shouted, feeling as if I was missing something. Gyorg jumped up, landing back in the water with a loud smack; it rippled onto the platform, soaking me.
"You are right, I guided you here. But I did not guide you to this place - ultimately you followed the path that caused me to call to you. You do not feel what is happening? You cannot see the path that is set before you!"
"USELESS! All of you!" I raged at the Temple's Master. I could not understand what it was that they were telling me about myself. About my so-called destiny that was no longer mine. I needed the hero. I needed to be complete.
"That boy is no longer your concern. He has fulfilled his destiny and abides by the rules of time. It is only here that he holds that power now. It is only here which he can be how he remembers."
"He is here? Now?" I asked Gyorg. I was tempted to believe him, I was so wanting to believe that yes, the hero was here. Still. Waiting for me. Here for me to find. I knew better though to hold onto that hope.
"You do not know? My child, you do not know? You cannot feel it? The soul which resonates here? In the other Temples?"
"I knew he was here, I did not know that he is still here."
"He will not leave this place. You will not find him as you are now - too blind to the foot that sets in front of you." I sighed. I was so close, so close to all the answer I needed.
"Where is he now?"
"That I cannot tell you. I cannot know him unless I am able to know him. And right now, he is not knowable to me," The Master said simply. I was frustrated and hopeful. I would now have to seek answers from Twinmold at the Stone Tower; I took my leave in silence, Gyorg did not stop me.
End Chapter Four
