I've had the craziest two years... I'm so sorry that I've been gone so long! This chapter is admittledly short for the wait, but I've got another chapter written, so expect one soon. Enjoy!
As the fog thins out, we emerge in an abandoned village encompassed by -what d'ya know?- forests. Little pools of glistening water line a whitewashed brick road that weaves through the entire area, but it doesn't seem to lead anywhere. The buildings are odd, to say the least: they appear to be large, hollowed out tree stumps trimmed with yellow, red, and green leaves. It's very earthy, and there are flowers and shrubberies everywhere.
Yet, despite its idyllic appearance, the village radiates with an eerie aura... Random splotches of the road are pink; the flowers are beginning to dry up; trees and shrubs are trimmed with black; and the most disturbing thing of all is that it seems like people were here just a few days ago. I internally shudder.
Ahead in a flurry of raw excitement, Fee leads 'Tingle' and I down a narrow path just outside of the vapid town. I soon realize it'll be a tricky trek when Deku Babas sprout up out of nowhere (easily dealt with), and when, afterwards, 'Tingle' gets stuck in some thicket. But eventually I hear Fee shrieking with delight, "We're here! We're here!" We've reached a thick drape of vines, and 'Tingle' shoots me a look that says, "Um, what're we doing?" I glare at him. Annoying octorok. I wish he'd go away.
"Beyond this curtain," Fee chirps with a slight quiver- which makes her look like a candle light fizzling out- "you'll find what you're here for. I've gotta go," she says in a normal voice, which is actually rather disconcerting. "I've got something to attend to." As she flies away, I part the vines.
Beyond the curtain is a small valley, guarded by my now favorite flora, trees. A gargantuan tree sits in the mid of this valley. Now, I'm no tree expert, but this big one appears to be dead, but still maintains a thick canopy of leaves, casting the area in shadow. Even weirder, there is an odd growth over what looks like a carved out entry into the tree that looks like a moustache. Other than the tree, though, there is nothing extraordinary about this clearing. What's so special? Anger wells up in me-a blinding hate for the Gods, for that dumb fairy, for Tetra leaving, for everything. Fuming, I punch the nearest thing, which happens to be 'Tingle'. He lays sprawled out on the ground, clasping his cheek where I hit him. Blood begins to seep out from underneath in hand. I don't care; he had it coming. I've only known this guy for a day-or, if he really is Tingle, a few months- and I hate him. I march forward, cussing to the wind and demanding, "What did I do to deserve this? What did I do!?" So blind with fury am I, I only notice the arrow flying towards me as it's mere feet away from my chest.