In Pleasant Company
Volume 11
Majora had walked for hours with Methul, Tenudo, and his underling. He explained all he could, he explained about his tribe, the ritual they performed, how he was chosen and ran away with Luna. About the engagement masks, how Luna had been taken while he escaped. And how he had spent time with the newly named Kokiri. He then wrapped up with the story of how he had made the decision with the fork in the road and how he came to Kakariko.
"What an amazing tale. And your tribe, so full of culture! How is it they came to be charged with the task from Din?" Methul pondered.
Although Tenudo would never admit it, he was deeply intrigued by Majora's travels and tribe's cultures. He also desired the answer to Methul's question. He waited patiently for the answer.
"I am actually not sure." Majora answered after some thought. "That's a question for our elders. As far as I know, it could all be an elaborate hoax but we've never had a year where we haven't completed the ritual, so I assume it's real. But… You never know."
"Interesting." Was all Tenudo said.
"Yes, and what did you think of it Underling?" Methul asked of the child.
"Your culture and people are very secretive. Why?" The Underling pondered.
"We live in a location not known to many. I'm not even sure if I could find my way back myself. It's a very reclusive location." Majora answered.
"But to be charged with such a heavy task…" The Underling pondered still.
"Perhaps the task is not meant to be known to the world." Methul said. "Perhaps it is to be weighted upon the Twili to be performed in secret, and so they are able to carry the burden alone, so the rest of the world can live in prosperity."
"I understand." The Underling answered.
Majora smiled. "I think that is an excellent way to explain it."
By now the sun was setting on the little village, and the sky was filled with oranges and purples. There was a small fire that burned in the center of all the tents and houses.
"Suppertime!" Tenudo said as he gave his underling a small push. The child ran down to the fire.
"Please, eat with us Majora, the meal tonight is quite tasty. We are having hog meat." She said with her grandmotherly smile.
"Oh, I would love to." Majora said and returned the smile.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Methul said and the trio walked down toward the fire to join the group that was growing around the flames.
The flames lit up every crevice of the area. Illuminating everything in light as the sun moved beyond the horizon.
"How is your food?" Methul asked, as she sat next to Majora on the bench.
"Fantastic." Majora said as he took another bite of the meat in his hand.
"I'm glad you enjoy it. We are very self-sufficient, for only having a clan of 40. We have craftsman, farmers, teachers. They all help in the village. Which reminds me, you'll be staying with Tenudo tonight, in his tent." Methul explained.
"Alright, which one is his?" Majora asked as he eyed the tents. Methul pointed to one of the larger with a Sheikah insignia on the entrance flaps.
"Feel free to make yourself at home. You will be safe here." Methul said, as she smiled. She then stood and went to mingle with the others. After a few minutes had passed Tenudo walked up over to Majora and sat next to him. He had changed different clothing. His katana was gone and he now had on pants that flared at the bottom, they concealed his feet except for when he took a step. He was still shirtless. He sat next to Majora.
"Good meat?" He asked.
"Very good, I want to thank you again for your hospitality." Majora said after another bite.
"Your culture… The Twili… They're so…" Tenudo tried to start himself.
"Different? Secretive?" Majora attempted to help.
"Yes, to live for so many years as recluses. Do you make contact with civilization at all?" Tenudo asked.
"Well, not really. We used to have people that would travel and retreive food and supplies. But, now we cook our own food and are really self-sustaining. Kind of like how you all are here." Majora said, as he looked excitedly at the people and scenery around him.
"Well… You don't have to leave so soon. You could stay as long as needed." Tenudo said.
"Well, as I've said before, I appreciate your hospitality but I must be on my way." Majora paused and smiled at Tenudo.
"Well if you need anything, let me know." Tenudo slapped Majora's knee, stood up and walked toward the fire.
After the dinner, the group had gone to their tents. Majora lay on the ground, while Tenudo sat at a small desk sharpening his katana, and reading a book.
"May I ask a question?" Majora asked.
"Ask away, my purple friend." Tenudo answered not looking up from his blade.
"Earlier you explained you watched over Hyrule. Through the rocks, with the insignias on them? I'd like to know more." Tenudo asked.
"Well…" Tenudo continued sharpening his sword but paused from his reading. "You've noticed how our eyes are red. Except that of our underlings?"
"Yes, yes I have." Majora said.
"Well, when we become real Sheikah, we have a ritual. There is a bush with red flowers that grows on parts of Death Mountain above us. The Child must go retrieve five flowers and bring them back. We, as mentors crush them into powder. The powder is then mixed with water. To become a liquid, it is then poured into the child's eyes making them red. The rocks also have the same liquid poured over them. We can see through them with our eyes, and that is how. Do you understand now?" Tenudo had stopped sharpening his katana and was looking at Majora.
"Yes, I do. But what if there was some form of emergency, where someone who hadn't had the ritual yet needed to search using the rocks?" Majora was leaning on his elbow making eye contact with Tenudo.
"There is one item, two actually. That our people hold dear. The Mask of Truth, and the Lens of Truth. The Mask of Truth also has been laid with the flowery powder, allowing you to see through the stones. No one has ever had to use it in case of an emergency. The Lens of Truth has been hidden for decades. It was hidden from the Hylian soldiers during the first few years of our society. I haven't even seen it. The only one who has is Metul."
"Wow. Why hasn't anyone else seen it?" Majora asked.
"Well, no body knows, several conspiracies surround it, some even go so far to say that there was a society before the Sheikah. But that is of course ridiculous." Tenudo said with a small scoff at the end of his answer. He turned back to his desk, slid his sword into his sheath and laid it on the desk.
"What was the first society?" Majora asked cautiously.
Tenudo let out a hearty laugh before he answered. "This so-called secret society was supposedly an assassins guild who called themselves, 'The Garo'. But the whole idea is completely ridiculous. Now go to sleep!" Majora blew out a candle, pulled out a wool sheet, laid on the ground, rolled over and was soon asleep.
Majora's mind thought about what a lens of truth would look like, the supposed Garo, and the elusive Sheikah. His mind eventually drifted off into sleep.