A Shadow from the Past
A Fanfic by Sheik
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! This is it guys! A Shadow from the Past is officially finished now! It's been awesome writing this fic, and I hope all of you enjoy it. I still have my other fics though, ne? Read and review! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
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For quite awhile after the woman had gone, Impa stood staring after her, hoping that she was all right.
Impa sighed. After that woman had fled to the forest, the Gerudo had taken off after her like the whole world depended upon it. Impa didn't know then that the whole world DID depend on Link's survival.
Taking one last look at the wide expanse of Hyrule Field, Impa turned and headed back up the stair.
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The following night, the same crowd, minus the ones who could not make it during to the previous night's attack. The whole atmosphere was even gloomier than it was before: the people had been in denial yesterday, but because Queen Shira didn't come to help defend the Village, they knew she was gone forever.
Once again the blue torches ignited, sending a chill throughout the entire place. Impa shivered. Even though she was the Sage of Shadow, she didn't like those torches. Despite the fact that blue flames were very hot, these ones were quite the opposite. They gave off cold, not heat. The kind of chill that makes you feel as if someone is watching you. But then again, in the places where those torches burned, someone always was.
Zelda was, once again, fighting to make herself free of the blankets and cloaks. Once the ceremony began, however, she quieted down, like everyone else in the graveyard.
With a horrible creaking sound, something inside the Tomb of the Royal family was opened. Impa gasped for breath, and everybody else did the same.
A smell, a horrible smell, issued forth from the inside of that tomb: the smell of rotting flesh.
Impa covered Zelda's and her noses and mouths with the many cloaks and blankets that had once contained the princess. Other people used handkerchiefs, clothing, even the hair of the person standing in front of them.
"Those fools!" cried Benosi, the soldier that had guarded the late Queen's Kakariko Village home. "They opened the Shadow Temple!"
With that, he ran off to repair the problem. Impa followed, although as she got closer, the smell nearly made her collapse. It was a different smell now, though. It was some kind of incense or perfume. As she approached, Impa could hear Benosi yelling at the Hylian responsible for opening the temple.
"You NEVER open the Shadow Temple! You hear me? NEVER! Don't you know what will happen? All those evil creatures and ghosts sealed up in there will come out! We can seal it up again, but not as good as it was before. The Sage of Shadow himself sealed that entrance during the Golden Age thousands of years ago! Until he is awakened again, we have to put an imperfect seal on the opening! And that means that every so often SOMETHING is going to get out!"
He stomped away, muttering something that sounded like "Never send a Hylian to do a Sheikah's job!"
Impa laughed under her breath. The Sage of Shadow, a man?
Usually, she remembered, a Sheikah was in charge of the funerals in Kakariko; the Sheikah being the only people with the qualifications for such a job. But for some reason, a Hylian was given the task. With a tall, intimidating-looking Sheikah now in charge, the funeral proceeded.
Someone played a mournful song on a flute as several men bore a golden bier up from the village. Several people burst into tears. Upon the bier was Queen Shira, laying as if in a deep sleep, color still in her cheeks.
Impa stood there, firm and grim. She wanted to fall onto the ground and sob her eyes out, but for the sake of the Princess she couldn't do that. However, what happened next nearly broke the young Sheikah's heart.
Upon seeing the Queen carried into that tomb, Zelda reached out her small hand toward the procession, her eyes wide in confusion and shining with tears. With a small, shaking voice, she spoke one word so quietly only Impa could hear it:
"Mommy?"
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! This is it guys! A Shadow from the Past is officially finished now! It's been awesome writing this fic, and I hope all of you enjoy it. I still have my other fics though, ne? Read and review! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
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For quite awhile after the woman had gone, Impa stood staring after her, hoping that she was all right.
Impa sighed. After that woman had fled to the forest, the Gerudo had taken off after her like the whole world depended upon it. Impa didn't know then that the whole world DID depend on Link's survival.
Taking one last look at the wide expanse of Hyrule Field, Impa turned and headed back up the stair.
¤ ¤ ¤
The following night, the same crowd, minus the ones who could not make it during to the previous night's attack. The whole atmosphere was even gloomier than it was before: the people had been in denial yesterday, but because Queen Shira didn't come to help defend the Village, they knew she was gone forever.
Once again the blue torches ignited, sending a chill throughout the entire place. Impa shivered. Even though she was the Sage of Shadow, she didn't like those torches. Despite the fact that blue flames were very hot, these ones were quite the opposite. They gave off cold, not heat. The kind of chill that makes you feel as if someone is watching you. But then again, in the places where those torches burned, someone always was.
Zelda was, once again, fighting to make herself free of the blankets and cloaks. Once the ceremony began, however, she quieted down, like everyone else in the graveyard.
With a horrible creaking sound, something inside the Tomb of the Royal family was opened. Impa gasped for breath, and everybody else did the same.
A smell, a horrible smell, issued forth from the inside of that tomb: the smell of rotting flesh.
Impa covered Zelda's and her noses and mouths with the many cloaks and blankets that had once contained the princess. Other people used handkerchiefs, clothing, even the hair of the person standing in front of them.
"Those fools!" cried Benosi, the soldier that had guarded the late Queen's Kakariko Village home. "They opened the Shadow Temple!"
With that, he ran off to repair the problem. Impa followed, although as she got closer, the smell nearly made her collapse. It was a different smell now, though. It was some kind of incense or perfume. As she approached, Impa could hear Benosi yelling at the Hylian responsible for opening the temple.
"You NEVER open the Shadow Temple! You hear me? NEVER! Don't you know what will happen? All those evil creatures and ghosts sealed up in there will come out! We can seal it up again, but not as good as it was before. The Sage of Shadow himself sealed that entrance during the Golden Age thousands of years ago! Until he is awakened again, we have to put an imperfect seal on the opening! And that means that every so often SOMETHING is going to get out!"
He stomped away, muttering something that sounded like "Never send a Hylian to do a Sheikah's job!"
Impa laughed under her breath. The Sage of Shadow, a man?
Usually, she remembered, a Sheikah was in charge of the funerals in Kakariko; the Sheikah being the only people with the qualifications for such a job. But for some reason, a Hylian was given the task. With a tall, intimidating-looking Sheikah now in charge, the funeral proceeded.
Someone played a mournful song on a flute as several men bore a golden bier up from the village. Several people burst into tears. Upon the bier was Queen Shira, laying as if in a deep sleep, color still in her cheeks.
Impa stood there, firm and grim. She wanted to fall onto the ground and sob her eyes out, but for the sake of the Princess she couldn't do that. However, what happened next nearly broke the young Sheikah's heart.
Upon seeing the Queen carried into that tomb, Zelda reached out her small hand toward the procession, her eyes wide in confusion and shining with tears. With a small, shaking voice, she spoke one word so quietly only Impa could hear it:
"Mommy?"