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Chapter Four
Groaning in pain, blue eyes open as Link tried to register where he was. He vaguely remembered riding his horse, trying to find a path that led to the edge of the forest. But soon he saw ghosts of his dead comrades surrounding him, speaking words of blame upon him. The worst he saw was that of his ghostly father, accusing him for letting him die, never to see his unborn child. Link spurred his horse to run faster, trying to escape the harsh words. He felt something grab around him and he struggled with all his might to break free, but soon was thrown from the horse and into blackness where he lost consciousness. He groan again but out of annoyance; he always seem to be blacking out and waking up in pain in the past couple days or so.
He stiffly hefted himself into a sitting position. He tested his body to see if there were any wounds; sighing with relief when he found none, only few bruises. He looked up and saw a speck of light; the fall must have been at least eight stories if not more. Confusion clouded his head as searched the area he was, trying to figure out how he survived such a fall. He soon spotted a Sheikah out cold, a few feet from him. Hate filled his veins and images of his father been slain in battle, Link stood up and slowly trudged to the Sheikah, wincing when his foot gave a twinge; guess he had a twisted ankle.
He searched pouches of the Sheikah, finding a long, sleek dagger. Link smiled gleefully, bordering on evilly. He posed the dagger the Sheikah's neck, lightly pressing it and drawing a small amount of blood. Link was about to plunge the dagger in the Sheikah's flesh when it shifted its head and the wrappings around his head came loose, revealing a young boyish face. Paused in his desire to kill, Link slowly withdrew the weapon and undid the Sheikah's cowl.
The face, he guessed right, was youthful with a boyish charm, though from afar could be mistaken as feminine. Short unkempt hair adorned the Sheikah boy's head with two braids trailing down behind his left ear. Two voices raged in Link's mind: the anger voice wanted the Sheikah's blood, a desire Link wanted, but it was contradicted by the wiser voice, telling him to spare the Shiekah's life. And the more Link hesitated, the more louder the wise voice grew which he gave into and let the dagger slip from his fingers. He checked for injuries on the boy, finding only a broken wrist on the right arm. He splinted the injury and laid out the boy in a comfortable position before relaxing against a boulder, waiting for the Sheikah to wake up.
Sheik sensed the presence of the Nyuukos before he opened his eyes. He slowly reached for a throwing knife attached to his left thigh, feeling the cold metal. Closing around the hilt, Sheik quickly sat up but moaned in pain as his wrist protested against the sudden movement. He felt hands that were hesitant to touch him, but touched him anyways, pushing him lightly to ground. Sheik retaliated, ignoring his throbbing wrist and knocked down the Nyuukos, straddling it and pinning the knife against its throat.
Rich-blue eyes stared back at him, gauging his reaction, framed by honey-blond locks. The look was stunning, can even win over a few hearts, but Sheik knew the truth of this Hylian, this Nyuukos. The Hylians' souls were devoid of any emotion and took whatever they want without regret. They pleasured in the suffering of others. They tore families apart—they tore his family apart. To never see his father, mother, and brother again; all the Nyuukos will pay, starting with this one.
"Kill me." Red eyes widen in shock as the Nyuukos spoke his people language. It was a bit rough with the accent but it still pronounced the words with ease. It caught Sheik off guard and the Nyuukos quickly disarmed him and pushed him off. Sheik grunted as he landed on his broken wrist, drawing blood from his lip, biting down to keep from screaming. The Nyuukos was soon by his side again, checking his wrist. Sheik clenched his teeth and was about his reached for another weapon on his body when the Nyuukos lightly smacked away his hand. "Stop. Hurt. Stay still." Sheik glared at it, but was stooped about the Shiekah words coming from its mouth, even if it's in broken sentences.
Nevertheless, Sheik kept still as the Nyuukos re-splinted his wrist. Once done, it moved to lean against a boulder, giving him space. Sheik noticed a limp in its leg, letting a smile spread across his face; he wasn't the only one injured. He looked up to the gigantic hole and saw the speck of light darken, signaling night is falling. The area soon grew dark.
Then the ground lit up, the grass glowing bright. Streaks of light zoomed around; all different colors. One streak stopped in front of Sheik and revealed a small woman. Her eyes and hair, tied in three ponytails, are the same color of the streak of light; bright pink. Vines covered her body and a huge smile was spread across her face.
"It's nice seeing a Sheikah here. And it's a handsome one too! Heehe!" "Ah! But this one is a Hylian! If I were bigger, I would definitely follow this one around. He's a looker, hehehe!" Sheik look at the Nyuukos and saw another tiny woman, identical to the bright pink one, but with navy blue hair and eyes, hovering in front of it. Soon the other color streaks hovered in front of either Sheik or the Nyuukos, all tiny women chatting excitedly about them.
"That's enough my children." Appearing between Sheik and the Nyuukos, a young woman stood before them. Long green, with highlights of blue, hair flowed from her head, covering her chest and back, with four wings on each side lightly flapping. Only a simple white cloth covered her lower half, like a skirt. The colorful tiny women backed away from the two males as the bigger one addressed them. "Forgive my fairies; they can't resist seeing good-looking youths. Welcome to Grove of the Fairies. I'm Shirin, Queen of the fairies." She gracefully walked to Sheik and gently took his wrist. "You're hurt; let me heal you." Her hands glowed and Sheik felt a soothing sensation on his arm. The Queen took away her hands and Sheik in tested his, finding it in perfect condition. He bowed to her. "Thank you." She smiled moved towards the Nyuukos. She spoke to it in its tongue, healing it as well. It too bowed, giving thanks.
The Queen moved between them again, looking at both with sad eyes and spoke in both tongues. "Both so young and yet your hearts are so filled with hate and revenge. This war between your two kinds has changed such kind and gentle souls into barbaric beings." She formed two small orbs and sent them towards the two youths. Sheik gave a surprised look as the orb was absorbed inside him. Shirin, Queen of the fairies, slowly faded as she spoke again. "The orbs will prevent you from leaving this forest. To find the right path, you'll need the help of each other. Claim back what you have lost to this war, the kind souls you two once were. If not, if you refuse to let your hate go, then those orbs will turn you into the monsters you deserve to be and forever roam this forest. Now, sleep." She waved her hand over them as she faded and Sheik was soon in dreamless sleep.
Tossing papers on his desk, the King gave a deep sigh. Six years. Six years have gone and he thought by now the Sheikah devils would give up. Since hearing upon rumors of the rarest riches to the east, he sent Grand General Hans through the huge forest to arrive upon a land similar to Hyrule; rich with soil and sun rays. There, he discovered the Sheikah, a group of red eyed people. The Grand General first offered peace as he sent scouts to find the treasure. When they were discovered, the Sheikah immediately chased them away, not wanting to do anything with a kingdom that snoops around carefree. Hans took that as insult and was convinced that the Sheikah were hiding the treasure and got permission to search the villages of the Sheikah people. He raided and plunge the villages, leaving no places unturned. But then a casualty happened.
As the Grand General sat on his horse, watching his soldiers tear houses, a scream erupted into the air. Quickly spurring his horse towards the source, Hans saw a few of the Sheikah attacking one of his soldiers. He immediately ordered an attack and killed all the villagers; men, women, children all died at the hands of him and his soldiers. Hans set the village ablaze and declared war upon the Sheikah, the devils of the mortal realm.
But the devils have been relentless, fighting back instead of accepting their fate. And the report of General Xander and his company being massacred by them didn't help bring the war to an end. It brought on another headache for him, the King rubbing his temples.
The door to his study opened slightly and his eight-year-old daughter peek in. "Ah, Zelda. What brings you here?" Zelda gave him a pleading look. "I'm going to bed father… And I was wondering if you can tuck me in?" The King gave her a tiring smile. "I wish I could my sweetie, but I got a lot of reports to read. Come here." He held out his arms and Zelda ran to him, snuggling against his chest. Then he hummed her lullaby, the one his wife wrote for their daughter. Soon she fell asleep and her nursemaid came and took her away.
"Such a precious charge you have. So innocent, so pure; untouched by the hells of war." The King turned towards the fireplace, a figure leaning against the mantle, with their back turned to him. The King masked his surprise, though he shouldn't be surprised; his advisor always loved appearing and disappearing quietly.
The King poured himself brandy, offering some to his advisor. He shook his head. "I have no need for such things. So, Xander is dead then; such a pity." "Yes, those damn devils. I thought sending a rumor about sending ten thousand soldiers that they would surrender. But those bastards keep coming!" "Your Majesty, the Sheikah won't give up just because you send a few more soldiers or spread a rumor; they're train to never give up, to fight till they win. They've always had this conviction in them." The King threw his glass in the fire, rage upon his face. "Then what am I supposed to do! You've studied their ways and that's the only reason you've became my advisor seven years ago. Tell what their weakness is!" The advisor tilted his head, thinking for a moment then smiled gleefully. "They don't have any weakness I know of, but you can always create one. And I have an idea that might just work."