8. Beedle, Pikango and the Flower Lady

It was quite a nice day. The weather was nice, the sun was shining and it wasn't as cold as it normally was at this time of the year. Only a cool breeze from the northwest was evidence of the approaching winter.

On top of a low hill in Hyrule Field was a person observing their surroundings with a blank canvas in one hand and a palette in the other hand. This person was none other than Pikango, the infamous artist of the Sheikah tribe. Beside him stood an easel in the tall grass, waiting for him to set the canvass down, but he seemed far too lost in his thoughts to do anything.

If only there was a way to capture the breathtaking view in front of him.

When he decided to become a painter, one of his motivations was to visit every extraordinary place in Hyrule, create a masterpiece that portrayed the landscape perfectly and present his works to the people. That way he wanted to show them the overwhelming beauty of Hyrule, for many of them probably never had the chance to witness such perfection.

That is how he got to meet new people; wayfarers just like him.

One of them was a jolly fellow, a merchant who did not seek the beauty of nature but that of insects and other crawly, multi-legged vermi- err, bugs. But the merchant was more than willing to trade painting utensils for any insects Pikango could catch, and that is how they became good friends. Last time they saw each other they had decided to meet right here, in close proximity to a shrine that was surrounded by various flowers. The odd structure must have somehow lost its yellow glow and changed it into a blue one, because the week prior to this it had looked different. Then he remembered it must have been the Hylian boy he met some days ago that was always surrounded by an air of mystery. He must be the cause of this, for sure, he thought.

While Pikango was waiting for his comrade, he decided to explore his surroundings. On his way to the shrine, he had spotted a small group of Bokoblins and Moblins who were apparently nursing their battle-wounds, because all of them looked extremely beat-up, and even more pissed off. He genuinely didn't want to know what had happened to them. They must have run into serious trouble and he couldn't say he felt bad for them.

Only a few minutes later Beedle came into view, as happy as ever, and he raised one arm at the painter to call him merrily. "Bring the beetles in!"

Pikango perked up at his arrival and practically rushed at him with a sack full of insects on his back. "Anything for you, Beedle!"

But Beedle was at the other end of the flower field and he had to cross the distance somehow. He also wasn't aware of the fact that they were being spied on by one particular person whose self-appointed task it was to watch over the flowers. Which is why, when he sprinted over this special flower field, he spotted someone in the shadow of a tree lunging at him and for the first time he met the infamous Flower Lady, Magda. Or rather her ire.

"Aargargahhraragharahhh...!", he screamed from the top of his lungs, as he immediately changed his course to get away from her.

But the Flower Lady was fast, very fast. Faster than him, even, because it seemed that an evil, ancient power lay hidden inside her, even more cursed that Ganon himself, while her ominous, hate-filled voice said, "Why are you running? Why are you running?!"

Pikango then picked up his pace and ran faster than he had ever before, until he passed the mobs whose attention was focused elsewhere. But as soon as Magda came into view, they sprang up from their positions, grabbed their weapons with their bandaged limbs and charged at her.

The painter did not dare slow down until he was sure she was occupied defending herself from these creatures. When he thought he had finally lost his pursuer, he came to a halt and looked behind him. The Flower Lady was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly a very catchy song rung through the air and when he turned around, he saw the red Bokoblins and Moblins dance with their arms held up high into the air. It was ridiculous.

It appeared that the mobs must have been previously attacked by Magda. Then they have sided against the crazy Flower Lady and were now asserting their dominance and their revenge at the same time with a catchy meme song and by stomping and jumping on the flowers, while Magda was probably throwing a fit somewhere nearby.

Pikango quickly picked up his stuff and ran over to Beedle, because he still had some bugs to trade for paint, oils, canvasses and high-quality brushes. He had been through enough for today and hoped it would not repeat itself anytime in the future.

Also: Beedle is the best, because he has arrows and I always need arrows.