The Reawakening (cont'd)
Chapter 8
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He stuffed it in his pack, and immediately was thrown on his back by the reaction between the hilt and the rusted blade. He picked himself up, and examined the two items. He realized that the hilt was considerably brighter than the blade, which was now not shining at all. He resolved to leave this once-was town, and began to walk toward the edge of the city.
"Oni..." a voice from behind spoke, "Oniwalu..."
Oniwalu whirled around. there was no one there. "Who's there?"
"Oniwalu...come closer..." The voice whispered.
"Who are you? Answer me!" Oniwalu held the rusted blade in front of him.
"Oniwalu...put down the blade...Oniwalu...ONIWALU!"
This sudden burst of noise sent Oniwalu barreling backwards. He gathered his wits, and stood up. he reluctantly placed the rusted metal on the ground. As soon as he heard the clink of the metal hitting the ground, a bright green light flashed in front of him, and a great golden being stood there.
"Fa...Farore?" Oniwalu was speechless. "You're...you're here? But why?"
She grinned. "I am here, Oniwalu, because you are the chosen one, and I am to give you this." She leapt into the air, and disappeared. A golden sheath fell to the ground in front of the boy. He picked it up, and noticed that it was very ornate.
"Amazing..." He examined the hilt he held in his other hand. "maybe..." He placed the hilt at the sheath's end, and they locked immediately. He drew the hilt from the sheath, and a long blade of energy followed it. He swung it around a few times, and then sheathed it again. He picked up the rusted blade for safe keeping, and walked out of the town. As he headed down the road toward the next village, dark clouds formed over the village...
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Oniwalu walked on until he came to the next town. This one was not destroyed like the last one he had visited. Instead, people were going about their normal business, doing chores, buying things in the market, and some people just talking in the street. He walked up to one of the people.
"Do you people not know about the burned down village down that way?" Oniwalu asked of the stranger, incredulously.
"Oh, you mean the city of everlasting flame? We know about that. Started burning ten years ago, and hasn't stopped since. Last I heard, there's a relic there that no one dares go near. Why would a young lad like you want to know about such a horrible place?"
"I...I...Why does no one try to put out the fire?"
"Trust me, lad, we have tried many a time to put out that everlasting flame. any water we throw upon the flames just makes them larger."
"Well, for your information, the fire stopped."
The man just stared at the boy. "What are you talking about, child? No one can stop that fire!"
"NO one? Are you so certain that the Triforce goddesses cannot stop it?"
"Well, I assume that if they had reason enough to stop a fire there they would, but..." The man stopped. He looked out at the mountain behind Oniwalu. Oniwalu looked toward the mountain. "Oh, dear lord..."
"No..." Oniwalu just stared at the mountain in horror. "It...can't...be...! Not now! Oh, dear Farore, grant me the courage to go there and help those people!" As he said this, he felt a stabbing pain in his back, and two beautiful wings sprouted from his shoulder blades. Without thinking, he leaped into the air, and flew toward the smoking mountain. The townspeople looked up at the angelic figure as it flew away from their fair city, and then went about their daily business, now thinking that they had seen a being from beyond.
Oniwalu landed lightly at the mountain's peak, the site of the disasters. He looked on in horror, as house after house was destroyed by lava, barreling down from the center of town. He saw the town hall be consumed in flames, and there was nothing he could do to save the people who were inside. Then he saw it; The temple. The lava was coming closer and closer to the sacred building. Again without thinking, Oniwalu drew his energy blade, and stuck it in the ground in front of the temple, before the lava. The lava seemed to avoid the blade, and the temple altogether. Instead, it ran down the mountainside, not hurting anyone. Oniwalu pulled the blade out from the ground when the lava stream had stopped. Nearly every house had been destroyed.
Chapter 8
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He stuffed it in his pack, and immediately was thrown on his back by the reaction between the hilt and the rusted blade. He picked himself up, and examined the two items. He realized that the hilt was considerably brighter than the blade, which was now not shining at all. He resolved to leave this once-was town, and began to walk toward the edge of the city.
"Oni..." a voice from behind spoke, "Oniwalu..."
Oniwalu whirled around. there was no one there. "Who's there?"
"Oniwalu...come closer..." The voice whispered.
"Who are you? Answer me!" Oniwalu held the rusted blade in front of him.
"Oniwalu...put down the blade...Oniwalu...ONIWALU!"
This sudden burst of noise sent Oniwalu barreling backwards. He gathered his wits, and stood up. he reluctantly placed the rusted metal on the ground. As soon as he heard the clink of the metal hitting the ground, a bright green light flashed in front of him, and a great golden being stood there.
"Fa...Farore?" Oniwalu was speechless. "You're...you're here? But why?"
She grinned. "I am here, Oniwalu, because you are the chosen one, and I am to give you this." She leapt into the air, and disappeared. A golden sheath fell to the ground in front of the boy. He picked it up, and noticed that it was very ornate.
"Amazing..." He examined the hilt he held in his other hand. "maybe..." He placed the hilt at the sheath's end, and they locked immediately. He drew the hilt from the sheath, and a long blade of energy followed it. He swung it around a few times, and then sheathed it again. He picked up the rusted blade for safe keeping, and walked out of the town. As he headed down the road toward the next village, dark clouds formed over the village...
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Oniwalu walked on until he came to the next town. This one was not destroyed like the last one he had visited. Instead, people were going about their normal business, doing chores, buying things in the market, and some people just talking in the street. He walked up to one of the people.
"Do you people not know about the burned down village down that way?" Oniwalu asked of the stranger, incredulously.
"Oh, you mean the city of everlasting flame? We know about that. Started burning ten years ago, and hasn't stopped since. Last I heard, there's a relic there that no one dares go near. Why would a young lad like you want to know about such a horrible place?"
"I...I...Why does no one try to put out the fire?"
"Trust me, lad, we have tried many a time to put out that everlasting flame. any water we throw upon the flames just makes them larger."
"Well, for your information, the fire stopped."
The man just stared at the boy. "What are you talking about, child? No one can stop that fire!"
"NO one? Are you so certain that the Triforce goddesses cannot stop it?"
"Well, I assume that if they had reason enough to stop a fire there they would, but..." The man stopped. He looked out at the mountain behind Oniwalu. Oniwalu looked toward the mountain. "Oh, dear lord..."
"No..." Oniwalu just stared at the mountain in horror. "It...can't...be...! Not now! Oh, dear Farore, grant me the courage to go there and help those people!" As he said this, he felt a stabbing pain in his back, and two beautiful wings sprouted from his shoulder blades. Without thinking, he leaped into the air, and flew toward the smoking mountain. The townspeople looked up at the angelic figure as it flew away from their fair city, and then went about their daily business, now thinking that they had seen a being from beyond.
Oniwalu landed lightly at the mountain's peak, the site of the disasters. He looked on in horror, as house after house was destroyed by lava, barreling down from the center of town. He saw the town hall be consumed in flames, and there was nothing he could do to save the people who were inside. Then he saw it; The temple. The lava was coming closer and closer to the sacred building. Again without thinking, Oniwalu drew his energy blade, and stuck it in the ground in front of the temple, before the lava. The lava seemed to avoid the blade, and the temple altogether. Instead, it ran down the mountainside, not hurting anyone. Oniwalu pulled the blade out from the ground when the lava stream had stopped. Nearly every house had been destroyed.