Saishi no Hyrule: Part Four
Authoress: Tsutae Kouken
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Nabooru paced around the room, watching the pink-haired healer in Gerudo dress mix a
bottle of herbs and herbal juices. Seijin sat next to a cot built into the wall, where the girl
lay.
"I don't know what to do really, for she's not breathing properly." I Onbin said, moving
her hands vigorously, the bracelets of brass against her bronze skin jingling with the
movements of her arms.
"She…looks like a picture my father once showed me of my mother…" The white haired
boy said from the girl's side.
"What?" Roth asked, turning gently to Seijin.
"Not exactly. Just the hair color…I Onbin…is she in pain at all?" He asked the pink
haired healer.
"I would say so. Her face is so drawn when she breathes, I don't think she'll live much
longer." I Onbin poured the mixture into a bowl and prepared to put some on her fingers
and make the girl swallow, when Seijin held up his hand.
"What is it?" He asked, his serious gold eyes full of concern.
"It's herbs that clear colds and congestions and the lungs. If she were to eat it and also
breathe in the scent of it, she'd probably be better soon." I Onbin lifted her eyebrow at
Seijin.
"Then let me do it. I…I never knew my mother, but something about this girl makes me
think of her. Please." Seijin held out his hand. I Onbin silently placed the bowl in his
hands.
Roth watched as the boy gently administered the herbs to the girl. 'Maybe there's more to
them then I thought.'
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Zelda just stared at the ceiling and laughed insanely. She was now tied to a bed, with
Link glaring at Cerena, who was trying not to laugh. Saria was looking for a potion that
would cure the drunkenness and keep the Princess from having a hangover.
'Looks like I put a little too much…' Cerena thought, slightly guilty. But it was funny
when Zelda had started to run around the room, professing her ever-secret passion for
wanting to fly. And to ride Epona across the moon. And to stick a fairy fountain up her
nose. And destroy the world.
'Well…I guess this is it.' Saria thought glumly as she picked up a dark colored flask. She
knew it was what she was looking for, but she knew Zelda did need a little bringing
down. It wouldn't hurt the Princess to learn a few things outside of the Royal Castle.
Shaking her head as she tasted the contents of the bottle, she put it back and dived back
into the cabinet of medicine.
Link glared. His princess wasn't supposed to be treated like that. But still…it was kinda
funny to see her doing the can-can on the porch…
As Saria took the bottle to the room where Zelda was lying tied to the bed, Cerena stared
out the window. Looking across the dappled grasses below her, she was lost in thought of
a day like this, the day Dokoru had left.
Everything was almost the same. The sunlight filtering through the trees, grasses greener
than ever, flowers blooming everywhere, and sounds of birds and insects singing.
'Why…do I cause trouble on days like these? Days that could have been so perfect…' A
single tear made it's way down Cerena's face. Closing her eyes, she wished to see
Dokoru again, as she had wished so every day since he had left.
"Cerena…"
Hearing a voice from outside, her eyes snapped wide open. Down on the grass, almost
hidden in the shadow of the trees, outside of a ring of sunlight, stood a short dark little
figure.
"SKULL KID! DOKORU!" Cerena shouted, recognizing the little form.
Link looked up at her in shock and some disapproval. He didn't think that the Princess
should be disturbed with such loud noises. And then the name 'Skull Kid' hit him hard,
like a hammer.
Link jumped up with his sword drawn. 'What was that little imp doing here in Hyrule?'
Cerena yelled again Dokoru's name. Pulling back her fist, she slammed it through the
glass, feeling a tingling pain through her arm. Shards of glass glittered in the sunlight on
the way down the long fall to the ground.
Cerena leaned out the window, shouting, "Dokoru!! DOKORU!!" Climbing up onto the
windowsill, she took no heed of the blood flowing down her arm.
Link reached out and took Cerena by the shoulder, pulling her back in.
Kicking and scratching Link, with tears flowing down her face, and blood getting on the
both of them, Cerena tried to get at the window again, to see if Dokoru was there.
Link bit his lip as Cerena's nails dug into his arms, leaving deep red marks in his flesh.
'What in Hyrule could it be that is out there that makes her this frantic?' Link thought as
he struggled with the girl.
Cerena cried out again, "LET ME GO!" And finally kicked Link in the shins, hard enogh
for him to let her go.
Cerena leapt out of the window, the last thing Link saw was the green of her dress as she
left.
"Cerena! NO, YOU MORON!!" Link yelled from his position on the floor, where he was
holding onto his shins.
"Link, what's going on?" Saria came running in the room and gasped at what she saw.
Link on the floor, holding his shins, his arms covered in blood and deep scratch marks, a
broken window and glass on the floor with blood spattered everywhere.
And no Cerena.
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Seijin felt himself dozing off, watching as the girl still wasn't breathing right. His
thoughts were centered more on his mother than on the girl herself.
Roth stood in the doorway, watching the blazing sun set on the desert and wondered why
he was staying here instead of teaching Seijin the art of a sword.
Nabooru watched Roth and wondered how she could get him alone.
I Onbin just sat and wondered what everyone else could possibly be thinking.
"I Onbin…do you know what could possibly be wrong with her? Why aren't the
remedies you have been trying not working?" Seijin said, about ten minutes later, a little
impatiently.
"I have no clue. I don't know what it will be to wake her. I only know of the legend of
the strange on that falls from the sky." I Onbin stood up and walked to a wooden shelf on
the adobe wall. Pulling a pot off of the shelf, she removed a parchment from the pot.
"I've never heard the whole story. Is that it, then?" Seijin jumped up, eager to see the
scroll.
"I'll read it to you." I Onbin smiled at the 18 year old boy who acted like a little kid about
to receive a present. "It starts like this…It's more of a poem or spell than anything…
'Destined to Fall From Nayru's Skies
Landing in the Arms of the Earth of Din
Borne on Farore's Wind
To Sleep in the Peace of the Triforce
Mikko no Tsutae – Priestess of Legends
Awakened by Silver from a Future Hero'
Seijin and Roth listened in silence. Nabooru snorted in disgust.
"You actually thing that thing you call a girl is a MIKKO?" Nabooru began laughing
sharply. Roth regarded her coldly.
"I have complete faith in this legend. Everything seems to fit. And with Gannondorf,
your kin, finally showing sign of followers emerging again, I think that there could
definitely be trouble if they ever found the power to bring Gannondorf back to this
world." Roth said sternly, his dark brows showing his displeasure with the leader of the
Gerudos. Even being pretty young himself, Roth exerted an aura of demand and
expectancy from people.
Nabooru shrunk back in her seat. "So…this girl…can stop him? You really think that
someone who isn't even a Hylian could stop someone like that? No, Link is the one to
stop Gannondorf if he ever returns." Nabooru protested.
"I do not even know all the powers that this land of ours holds. Who knows, maybe the
ancient Hylians of old knew techniques that would perform wonderful feats, defeat
enemies easily, and possibly destroy entire worlds!! These secrets would be hidden with a
mikko-a priestess-who would be able to give them to the Heroes that deserve them-
Heroes like Link!" Roth said, slamming the end of his staff into the ground as he said the
last few words.
"Why would they be hidden with her? She would know possibly next to nothing about
our world if she really did come from another!!" Nabooru shot back, feeling smug, for
she knew that Roth wouldn't have an answer for that one.
"A girl usually goes into training to become a mikko. To actually become a mikko, you
must perform a ritual. Sometimes, by using spells and rituals, and magic items,
knowledge and gifts are given to people." I Onbin said, from where she had been quietly
putting away her scroll.
"That's right." Seijin said, speaking for the first time since Roth and Nabooru had started
arguing. He had been watching the girl when a memory had come to him.
"You know, then, Seijin?" Roth asked, looking at the boy with his clear blue eyes.
"Yes. My mother…
…had once been a mikko-Mikko no Din."
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A/N: Okay…I know I am mean. But Finally I got this chapter out. Yay!! Time to work
on another one…wah…well, if you guys give me some good reviews I might feel
better…(lol) READ AND REVIEW!! Thanks all for your reviews already…I love you
guys, to me you are great support and I would NEVER EVER have finished this chapter
if it hadn't been for ya'll. Bye! ~Tsutae~
Ja ne!
R&R
.oO~*-*~Oo.
Authoress: Tsutae Kouken
.oO~*-*~Oo.
Nabooru paced around the room, watching the pink-haired healer in Gerudo dress mix a
bottle of herbs and herbal juices. Seijin sat next to a cot built into the wall, where the girl
lay.
"I don't know what to do really, for she's not breathing properly." I Onbin said, moving
her hands vigorously, the bracelets of brass against her bronze skin jingling with the
movements of her arms.
"She…looks like a picture my father once showed me of my mother…" The white haired
boy said from the girl's side.
"What?" Roth asked, turning gently to Seijin.
"Not exactly. Just the hair color…I Onbin…is she in pain at all?" He asked the pink
haired healer.
"I would say so. Her face is so drawn when she breathes, I don't think she'll live much
longer." I Onbin poured the mixture into a bowl and prepared to put some on her fingers
and make the girl swallow, when Seijin held up his hand.
"What is it?" He asked, his serious gold eyes full of concern.
"It's herbs that clear colds and congestions and the lungs. If she were to eat it and also
breathe in the scent of it, she'd probably be better soon." I Onbin lifted her eyebrow at
Seijin.
"Then let me do it. I…I never knew my mother, but something about this girl makes me
think of her. Please." Seijin held out his hand. I Onbin silently placed the bowl in his
hands.
Roth watched as the boy gently administered the herbs to the girl. 'Maybe there's more to
them then I thought.'
.oO~*-*~Oo.
Zelda just stared at the ceiling and laughed insanely. She was now tied to a bed, with
Link glaring at Cerena, who was trying not to laugh. Saria was looking for a potion that
would cure the drunkenness and keep the Princess from having a hangover.
'Looks like I put a little too much…' Cerena thought, slightly guilty. But it was funny
when Zelda had started to run around the room, professing her ever-secret passion for
wanting to fly. And to ride Epona across the moon. And to stick a fairy fountain up her
nose. And destroy the world.
'Well…I guess this is it.' Saria thought glumly as she picked up a dark colored flask. She
knew it was what she was looking for, but she knew Zelda did need a little bringing
down. It wouldn't hurt the Princess to learn a few things outside of the Royal Castle.
Shaking her head as she tasted the contents of the bottle, she put it back and dived back
into the cabinet of medicine.
Link glared. His princess wasn't supposed to be treated like that. But still…it was kinda
funny to see her doing the can-can on the porch…
As Saria took the bottle to the room where Zelda was lying tied to the bed, Cerena stared
out the window. Looking across the dappled grasses below her, she was lost in thought of
a day like this, the day Dokoru had left.
Everything was almost the same. The sunlight filtering through the trees, grasses greener
than ever, flowers blooming everywhere, and sounds of birds and insects singing.
'Why…do I cause trouble on days like these? Days that could have been so perfect…' A
single tear made it's way down Cerena's face. Closing her eyes, she wished to see
Dokoru again, as she had wished so every day since he had left.
"Cerena…"
Hearing a voice from outside, her eyes snapped wide open. Down on the grass, almost
hidden in the shadow of the trees, outside of a ring of sunlight, stood a short dark little
figure.
"SKULL KID! DOKORU!" Cerena shouted, recognizing the little form.
Link looked up at her in shock and some disapproval. He didn't think that the Princess
should be disturbed with such loud noises. And then the name 'Skull Kid' hit him hard,
like a hammer.
Link jumped up with his sword drawn. 'What was that little imp doing here in Hyrule?'
Cerena yelled again Dokoru's name. Pulling back her fist, she slammed it through the
glass, feeling a tingling pain through her arm. Shards of glass glittered in the sunlight on
the way down the long fall to the ground.
Cerena leaned out the window, shouting, "Dokoru!! DOKORU!!" Climbing up onto the
windowsill, she took no heed of the blood flowing down her arm.
Link reached out and took Cerena by the shoulder, pulling her back in.
Kicking and scratching Link, with tears flowing down her face, and blood getting on the
both of them, Cerena tried to get at the window again, to see if Dokoru was there.
Link bit his lip as Cerena's nails dug into his arms, leaving deep red marks in his flesh.
'What in Hyrule could it be that is out there that makes her this frantic?' Link thought as
he struggled with the girl.
Cerena cried out again, "LET ME GO!" And finally kicked Link in the shins, hard enogh
for him to let her go.
Cerena leapt out of the window, the last thing Link saw was the green of her dress as she
left.
"Cerena! NO, YOU MORON!!" Link yelled from his position on the floor, where he was
holding onto his shins.
"Link, what's going on?" Saria came running in the room and gasped at what she saw.
Link on the floor, holding his shins, his arms covered in blood and deep scratch marks, a
broken window and glass on the floor with blood spattered everywhere.
And no Cerena.
.oO~*-*~Oo.
Seijin felt himself dozing off, watching as the girl still wasn't breathing right. His
thoughts were centered more on his mother than on the girl herself.
Roth stood in the doorway, watching the blazing sun set on the desert and wondered why
he was staying here instead of teaching Seijin the art of a sword.
Nabooru watched Roth and wondered how she could get him alone.
I Onbin just sat and wondered what everyone else could possibly be thinking.
"I Onbin…do you know what could possibly be wrong with her? Why aren't the
remedies you have been trying not working?" Seijin said, about ten minutes later, a little
impatiently.
"I have no clue. I don't know what it will be to wake her. I only know of the legend of
the strange on that falls from the sky." I Onbin stood up and walked to a wooden shelf on
the adobe wall. Pulling a pot off of the shelf, she removed a parchment from the pot.
"I've never heard the whole story. Is that it, then?" Seijin jumped up, eager to see the
scroll.
"I'll read it to you." I Onbin smiled at the 18 year old boy who acted like a little kid about
to receive a present. "It starts like this…It's more of a poem or spell than anything…
'Destined to Fall From Nayru's Skies
Landing in the Arms of the Earth of Din
Borne on Farore's Wind
To Sleep in the Peace of the Triforce
Mikko no Tsutae – Priestess of Legends
Awakened by Silver from a Future Hero'
Seijin and Roth listened in silence. Nabooru snorted in disgust.
"You actually thing that thing you call a girl is a MIKKO?" Nabooru began laughing
sharply. Roth regarded her coldly.
"I have complete faith in this legend. Everything seems to fit. And with Gannondorf,
your kin, finally showing sign of followers emerging again, I think that there could
definitely be trouble if they ever found the power to bring Gannondorf back to this
world." Roth said sternly, his dark brows showing his displeasure with the leader of the
Gerudos. Even being pretty young himself, Roth exerted an aura of demand and
expectancy from people.
Nabooru shrunk back in her seat. "So…this girl…can stop him? You really think that
someone who isn't even a Hylian could stop someone like that? No, Link is the one to
stop Gannondorf if he ever returns." Nabooru protested.
"I do not even know all the powers that this land of ours holds. Who knows, maybe the
ancient Hylians of old knew techniques that would perform wonderful feats, defeat
enemies easily, and possibly destroy entire worlds!! These secrets would be hidden with a
mikko-a priestess-who would be able to give them to the Heroes that deserve them-
Heroes like Link!" Roth said, slamming the end of his staff into the ground as he said the
last few words.
"Why would they be hidden with her? She would know possibly next to nothing about
our world if she really did come from another!!" Nabooru shot back, feeling smug, for
she knew that Roth wouldn't have an answer for that one.
"A girl usually goes into training to become a mikko. To actually become a mikko, you
must perform a ritual. Sometimes, by using spells and rituals, and magic items,
knowledge and gifts are given to people." I Onbin said, from where she had been quietly
putting away her scroll.
"That's right." Seijin said, speaking for the first time since Roth and Nabooru had started
arguing. He had been watching the girl when a memory had come to him.
"You know, then, Seijin?" Roth asked, looking at the boy with his clear blue eyes.
"Yes. My mother…
…had once been a mikko-Mikko no Din."
.oO~*-*~Oo.
A/N: Okay…I know I am mean. But Finally I got this chapter out. Yay!! Time to work
on another one…wah…well, if you guys give me some good reviews I might feel
better…(lol) READ AND REVIEW!! Thanks all for your reviews already…I love you
guys, to me you are great support and I would NEVER EVER have finished this chapter
if it hadn't been for ya'll. Bye! ~Tsutae~
Ja ne!
R&R
.oO~*-*~Oo.