:: | Theme thirty-seven,
:: | Mist
: Rated K :
Among the vast fields of Hyrule, night enshrouding the land, a thick blanket of mist rolling and undulating like a living, breathing thing above the grasses. Eyes. Always watching.
Curled into a ball and sleeping beneath a tree, shivering miserably with his scant excuse for a blanket draped over his young body, a blue fairy's light the only comfort he is allowed in this far-too-vast world. Eyes. Always watching.
Crossing the endless fields, the rising sun doing almost nothing to diffuse the thick fog, shivering in his thin green tunic in the cold. Eyes. Always watching.
Accidentally plunging his booted foot into the freezing, turbulent water of the river due to the fact that he can barely see through the cold white mist, hissing aloud as he draws back. Eyes. Always watching.
As the days pass, mist shifting and changing but never seeming to leave him alone. Eyes. Always watching.
When he reaches his hand into the castle's moat, heart hammering and throat suddenly dry, curling cold fingers around a beautiful blue instrument and pulling it, dripping, from the water. Eyes. Always watching.
Stepping timidly through the darkened temple, light diffused, surroundings gray, still wrapping his arms around himself like he is wont to do, always cold. Eyes. Always watching.
Drawing his blade from its scabbard, cutting down foes that should have long been asleep, mist swirling beneath the earth and dancing, tauntingly, around his feet. Eyes. Always watching.
The blue fairy bobbing around his head, the only light in a world of darkness and death, guiding his way and calming his racing heart. Eyes. Always watching.
Once again, like so many years ago, curled into a ball and sleeping beneath a tree, shivering miserably with his scant excuse for a blanket draped over his body, his blue fairy's light the only comfort he is allowed in this desolate world. Eyes. Always watching.
Cruel beasts wandering the land, friends gone, foes abounding, the sky blood and the clouds ash, endless mist swirling around him, and that fairy's light is the only thing keeping his mind from plunging into madness. Eyes. Always watching.
Roaring, thrashing, bleeding, his foe's protests ringing through the air, but of no use; he has already been defeated. Eyes. Always watching.
The cruel task set to him finally ended, the blade returned to its rightful place and he to his rightful time, that consistent blue light that always hovered by his head no more, simply gone, plunging him into darkness and confusion. Eyes. Always watching.
A boy once again, seated on horseback, treading through silent, foreign woods as the mist taunts him, never leaving him, always dancing round him, and he has no fairy companion to guide him now. Eyes. Always watching.
Falling, falling through infinite darkness, never finding that fairy companion of his, form twisting, screaming, can't think, can't breathe, can't even exist... Eyes. Always watching.
Cogs turning, water rushing, clock ticking, darkness enveloping. Eyes. Always watching.
Red hair, large grin, pleasant features, rich robes, back burdened with a pack filled with wares; a man that looks friendly enough, but no. No, not to him, after all these years, after all this time, after all this darkness, this man's eyes...
Always watching.
A/N: You know how the Happy Mask Salesman tells you in Majora's Mask that he's been watching you? Yeah. He always freaked me out. So this is my attempt to write something eerie about him, I dunno. xP
Frequent updates because I've been feeling really motivated lately. Hopefully I didn't just jinx it ;~;