Title: The Gift
Fandom: Legend of Zelda: A Link to The Past
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it.
Notes: Considering Sahasrahla's ancient when we meet him in canon... I wasn't really sure how to depict him as a little kid. Hope this works!
The Gift
"Momma?" A young boy gasped.
"Hush little one." She murmured quietly, coaxing her young son into laying back down. She gently brushed his curly blond hair back and added, "Keep your mind blank, or fixated on something child. They're sweeping for Hylians with the Gift again."
He whimpered fearfully. The Gift as everyone called it, was the ability to both speak and hear messages of the mind, like the Sages in the ancient days. He had that Gift.
"How about a story?" His mother asked worriedly. "I'll tell you of how our great village came to be."
"Ok." He quietly whispered, trying to keep his mind closed and focused on his mother. It was always easiest if she talked with him through the searches - he wasn't as frightened that way, so he was able to concentrate better.
"A young man, a long time ago, had two sons. The eldest was claimed as his heir, and would go on to become one of the Sages. The younger was left to forge a destiny for himself. His name was Rahlais - and yes little one, you were named after him.
"He found a vast meadow, encircled by trees, and he determined it would be a perfect place to create a village. For at that time, families may live together, but for the most part, it was single houses scattered throughout the land.
"The village then was far different from what it is now - most of the original houses were replaced or destroyed many times over the years, though the great tree up near the forest was said to be planted by Rahlais himself.
"Eventually, more and more people began to live in Rahlais' small village, and he had to add more houses. Soon, it was made to span the entire area it does even now - from the Fortune Teller's house to the north right down to the cliffs bordering the Desert, and east right up to nearly the castle's walls." Here she paused to strain her ears for a moment. Able to still hear the clanking footsteps of the soldiers, she continued on.
"I know you've often wondered why the area in the western area of the village is called the Village Square - that's because it was, way back when the village was started.
"Over the years, it's been suggested that the descendants of the Sages were drawn to live here.
"Is there anything else you wished to know?" She asked, hearing the clanking receding in the distance.
"Uhm... what's in the door less hut?" He curiously asked.
"Ah, that's probably the greatest mystery of our village Sahasrahla. Some say it's filled with treasure from the days of old, others claim it was made instead of a graveyard. More think it could be the tomb, or the entrance to the tomb, of Rahlais.
"No one truly knows what's in there, but there are probably more stories about that, then there are people in the village!" She grinned, kissing her son on the forehead. "Go to sleep now little one - the danger has past."
He nodded tiredly. "Mm-hm. 'Night Momma." He yawned out.
"Goodnight little Sahs." She smiled, slipping outside her son's room. She didn't head back into her own bedroom this night though, but for the small family room and curled up on the rug. She may not have her son's hearing, but from here, she'd know if anyone tried to get into the house.
Curling up to sleep, she sent a quiet prayer up to the Three, "Please watch over my little Sahasrahla. I know you gave him the Gift for a reason."
As she drifted off to sleep, she never saw the small faerie peek out from a jar beside the doorway. "No worries ma'am." The faerie smiled. "I'm here to watch over you both - he won't be needed for a long while yet, after all." She giggled softly, finding a more secure hiding place.
End: The Gift
