Chapter four! I´m on a roll! I´ve been updating my two fics, the other one being You must be Joking!, with a chapter each almost every day!
I am waaay to creative for my own good *sighs*. Anyway, Jordiscy, canihavea-soda, LiNkLuVr13, thank you for reweiwing! And, canihavea-soda?
Err, I´ll just call you Soda, k? Anyway, I´ll be borrowing some ideas from your Untold Tales:Sheik, if that´s ok with you.
By the way, go read that fic NOW! It´s amazing!
" New blood joins this earth
And quickly he´s subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their rules"
- Metallica, The Unforgiven.
Sheik watched Malon as she shifted restlessly in her sleep, then went back to staring out over the little desert valley. The valley that had been his
home during the first twelve years of his life. The valley he had been forced to leave when it was attacked by Ganondorf and his disgusting henchmen.
Unconciously, Sheik re-lived the single most terrible day in his whole life.
The young Sheikah boy was on his way home, climbing the steep, almost non-existant path to his village. When he reached the top of the pass
he could hear screaming. Alarmed, he halted abruptly, hiding behind a crumbled pillar, a memory of a long forgotten past, and peered out behind it.
The sight struck him dead.
There were soldiers, if you could call that filthy scum soldiers, everywhere, slaughtering every Sheikah in sight. The screams were gut-wreching,
and the sick stench of burning bodies only made it worse. They were burning the buildings in the valley, using their pikes and spears to keep the occupants
inside, burning them alive. Sheik saw them robbing the tiny shrine of whatever valuables it held, dragging them outside and gathering them in a heap.
Sheik couldn´t stand watching these dispiseable soldiers slaughtering his people any longer, and was just about to rush down there and help them,
when he was interrupted by laughter. His head snapped around, his eyes searching wlidly for the source of the evil laughter. His eyes fell on a tall man,
dressed all in black, with a shock of red hair. Ganondorf, King of the Gerudos.
The Gerudo King lifted his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, released a wave of black fire, wiping out both his own soldiers and what Seikahs were still alive.
Sheik forced back a scream that threatened to emerge, and remained in hiding. After watching the smouldering remains for a while, the black-clad king turned
his horse .
" Weaklings." The king muttered to himself before riding away over the desert.
Afterwards, Sheik had got down in the valley, to look for survivors, if any, and to bury the dead. Predictably, there were no survivors,
only the silence of the dead greeted him, and he set to work digging the graves. It was hard, for tears kept clouding his vision,
and he was too small to work very fast.
By sunset, he had finally dug the last grave, and thrown the sand back over the corpses. By then, he was too tired to care about anything but a bed to sleep in,
but he knew that he had to leave. Ganondorf knew of this place, and could come back at any moment. Gathering the last of his strenght,
Sheik set out on the perilous journey across the desert.
Shaking his head to clear it from the troublesome memories, Sheik leaned back against the tent wall, and went to sleep. Tomorrow,
he´d figure out what to do with Malon.
Well, I rather like the way this one came out, and I´ve gotten around my writers block, and know how I will write the rest of the story.
Or at least, I have an idea about how. Now, read and reweiw, so I know if you want me to continue.
- Metallicafangirl.
I am waaay to creative for my own good *sighs*. Anyway, Jordiscy, canihavea-soda, LiNkLuVr13, thank you for reweiwing! And, canihavea-soda?
Err, I´ll just call you Soda, k? Anyway, I´ll be borrowing some ideas from your Untold Tales:Sheik, if that´s ok with you.
By the way, go read that fic NOW! It´s amazing!
" New blood joins this earth
And quickly he´s subdued
Through constant pained disgrace
The young boy learns their rules"
- Metallica, The Unforgiven.
Sheik watched Malon as she shifted restlessly in her sleep, then went back to staring out over the little desert valley. The valley that had been his
home during the first twelve years of his life. The valley he had been forced to leave when it was attacked by Ganondorf and his disgusting henchmen.
Unconciously, Sheik re-lived the single most terrible day in his whole life.
The young Sheikah boy was on his way home, climbing the steep, almost non-existant path to his village. When he reached the top of the pass
he could hear screaming. Alarmed, he halted abruptly, hiding behind a crumbled pillar, a memory of a long forgotten past, and peered out behind it.
The sight struck him dead.
There were soldiers, if you could call that filthy scum soldiers, everywhere, slaughtering every Sheikah in sight. The screams were gut-wreching,
and the sick stench of burning bodies only made it worse. They were burning the buildings in the valley, using their pikes and spears to keep the occupants
inside, burning them alive. Sheik saw them robbing the tiny shrine of whatever valuables it held, dragging them outside and gathering them in a heap.
Sheik couldn´t stand watching these dispiseable soldiers slaughtering his people any longer, and was just about to rush down there and help them,
when he was interrupted by laughter. His head snapped around, his eyes searching wlidly for the source of the evil laughter. His eyes fell on a tall man,
dressed all in black, with a shock of red hair. Ganondorf, King of the Gerudos.
The Gerudo King lifted his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, released a wave of black fire, wiping out both his own soldiers and what Seikahs were still alive.
Sheik forced back a scream that threatened to emerge, and remained in hiding. After watching the smouldering remains for a while, the black-clad king turned
his horse .
" Weaklings." The king muttered to himself before riding away over the desert.
Afterwards, Sheik had got down in the valley, to look for survivors, if any, and to bury the dead. Predictably, there were no survivors,
only the silence of the dead greeted him, and he set to work digging the graves. It was hard, for tears kept clouding his vision,
and he was too small to work very fast.
By sunset, he had finally dug the last grave, and thrown the sand back over the corpses. By then, he was too tired to care about anything but a bed to sleep in,
but he knew that he had to leave. Ganondorf knew of this place, and could come back at any moment. Gathering the last of his strenght,
Sheik set out on the perilous journey across the desert.
Shaking his head to clear it from the troublesome memories, Sheik leaned back against the tent wall, and went to sleep. Tomorrow,
he´d figure out what to do with Malon.
Well, I rather like the way this one came out, and I´ve gotten around my writers block, and know how I will write the rest of the story.
Or at least, I have an idea about how. Now, read and reweiw, so I know if you want me to continue.
- Metallicafangirl.