I sat on a stump in the forest area outside of the town.
I couldn't believe it! They gave me three days and then took it away! I was beyond angry. I was furious! I'm sure my friends were too. I just hoped that they were letting them have it. I hoped that they were yelling at the bullies! I wanted to be with my friends again! I was alone though. They couldn't come over. They did have to stay around for the festival. I understood it. I didn't like it... but I understood what they had to do.
I saw a guard come out of the town. He was holding something. It was something that I remembered well. He had my flute.
I checked my pockets. I thought I picked it up before the festival. My flute was not there. I hopped off my stump and ran to the guard. The guard knew I was there. He smirked. He grasped the flute with both hands and hit his knee with the flute. It snapped into two. He threw it to the ground.
" Mayor Groosley doesn't like it when people litter," he said. He walked back into the town, proud with what he had done.
I couldn't walk. The last century of my life... gone. That flute was a part of me. It wasn't the same now. I had nothing from the forest life left. Saria wouldn't talk. Link disappeared with Navi. Now my flute was broken. My life... was broken.
The same guard walked out with that book I took from the bridge. He had a match as well. I looked up at the man with tears in my eyes.
" Hope you don't like this book. The mayor told me to eliminate any traces of you," he said.
I couldn't speak. I tried to reach for my book. It was the only thing that attached me to my village days. It had my drawings, my photos, and writing from one of my friends! He noticed that I was reaching for the book.
" Is this thing that important to you? What's even in here," he asked.
I was in no shape to answer any questions. I motioned for him to read it. He sat down on the step and began reading the book. At first he was confused.
" Why is this so important? It's just a bunch of monster facts. We already know all of this," he said. He flipped through more pages. He found the page that held the pictures and drawings. " These are pictures! Is this what was important," he asked.
I nodded. They were the final thing that I had from my old life.
" But you're not even in these pictures," he noted.
" I-I am too! I'm i-in the m-middle," I stutter.
" But that doesn't look like you! That kid's normal! Wait... were you cursed," he asked.
I nodded. I tried to calm myself. It was clear that he wasn't going to destroy it.
" How old are you," he asked me.
" A couple centuries but when I became this way I was ten," I explained.
" That means... that I did all this... to a ten year old," he asked. He stared at me. " You even kind of look like a little kid," he added. He glanced at the book and the match. " I was going to burn the keepsake of a little kid," he realized. He looked back at the flute that he snapped in half. " I'm a monster! I destroyed a kid's toy," he muttered. He dropped the match and the book. " I have to go report this to Groosley," muttered the guard. He got up and dusted himself off. He wandered back into town, ashamed of what he had done.
I grabbed my book and looked up at the giant gates of town. They told me not to go in. They never said I couldn't go on the gates itself! I jumped to the top. I sat on the ledge and watched the guard shamble the mayor.
The mayor looked annoyed. He was annoyed at the guard. I wondered why. He pointed back at the gate and yelled. His face was getting as red as his hair. People started to crowd around the man. He pointed and scowled at the poor guard who was in charge of destroying my stuff. The people started to boo at the man. Even though I was far enough away to not hear individuals, I could hear the crowd of people mocking and scorning the poor man. When he tried to say anything, the mayor shouted at him! I looked to my friends. They looked at me with a sad expression in their eyes. I had unknowingly given my location away. Groosley followed the giant's gazes to me.
He grabbed a megaphone and began yelling at me. It was garbled. I couldn't make it out but I figured that it must have been something like," The imp is back," or," Get off the gate!"
I was a little startled but I stayed there. They couldn't get up here.
The guard began to talk again. The crowd looked at each other and started talking. He pulled out little slips of paper out of his pockets and showed them off. the crowd gasped and looked around at each other again. They stared at Groosley in horror. I was curious. What were they talking about. It was clear that the attention was off of me and on Groosley. I jumped down and walked to the crowd.
" He's a kid Groosley! You had us shun a little kid," yelled a woman.
" Look at the pictures! It makes sense! This was his stuff," said the guard.
I couldn't see anything! I had to move through the crowd.
" Excuse me," I say while trying to move through the crowd of people. There were another layer of people in front of me but I could still see. Groosley looked nervous. The guard looked angry.
" You had me go destroy the keepsakes of a child! What kind of a person are you," asked the guard angrily.
Groosley couldn't just go out like this. His pride wouldn't let him.
" How do we know that he's a child and not just a monster? Those pictures don't prove anything! What if he stole them from somewhere," asked Groosley. Groosley snatched the pieces of paper out of the guard's hand. I realized that he had my pictures. I tried to get closer to the front, but they didn't seem to notice me. Groosley stared at the pictures and then at the guard. He moved both of his hands near the top. I was able to push my way to the front. He looked directly at me and smirked. " So is there a reason that you're in my town," asked Groosley. He held up the pictures. " Perhaps for these," he asked.
" Yeah. Those are mine. Give them back," I demand.
" Ooh! You've got an attitude! How do I even know that you're the one in the picture," he asks.
I couldn't prove it. He would twist whatever I said. I looked up to my giant friends. Wait! They used to be the ones in the pictures. " Fine. But if you destroy them, you'll also destroy the last pictures of the giants before they became like that," I said. I smirked at the man.
" Yeah right. Like I'm supposed to believe that nonsense," he exclaimed.
" It's true," insisted Ikana.
" Again, this is nonsense! I can't go off of hearsay," he explained.
There was one last piece of evidence. I wasn't sure it it would make a difference though. I had to try though. I pulled out my book and flipped to the very last page. It was the page about me. I walked up to Groosley and showed him the book. He yanked it from me and stared at the writing.
" This is my evidence! My other friend made this book. This page is my entry!"
He scoffed at it. " You could have made it. Besides, it even says that you're a monster. Monsters aren't allowed here," said Groosley. He gripped the pictures and started to tear them. You could hear gasps in the crowd that was silent up to this point. Me and my friends just stared at the man. We were shocked. He ripped the pictures as slowly as he possibly could. He had a huge grin on his face. He then ripped them up. He ripped them in half again.
And done with this chapter. It got... kind of long. Oh well. I needed to get rid of the things that tied him to his past lives somehow. Unfortunately, it couldn't just be that he lost it somewhere. Luckily, Groosley will not be around for much longer. Anyway, thank you so much for reading! Bye guys!
