Here's the fifth chapter! I've received permission from Soda to use pieces
of Sheiks past in my fic, and therefore, don´t be surprised if you
recognize anything from her fic. To make the memories seem natural, I'll
make ´em flashbacks. I've also borrowed a line from Masikas Aurikku fic,
Cracka Cracka Boom. I credit it all to her, but it was too brilliant to
pass up.
" Quiet, a sound you know so well You're living just to make it through another day Stand, climb and fall Carry the world, can´t carry your own" - Lifehouse, Stanley Climbfall
Malon woke the next morning of Sheik insistently shaking (no pun intended) her shoulder. " What?" She mumbled, not wanting to wake up just yet. Sheik chuckled. " Wake up, lazy, we're leaving." He said. Malon was awake faster than Chronos, almighty god of time, can say ´hi´ in fast forward. " What? Why?" She asked. Sheik shrugged, and started to gather his belongings. " Because I am going back to Hyrule, and I can't leave you alone here." He explained. " Why can't you? If you leave enough food, I'm sure I could take care of myself." Sheik rolled his eyes. " Malon?" " Yes?" " Can you tell the difference between a harmless sand scorpion, and a lethal one?" ".....No." " Does that answer your question?" Sheik looked at her." Now, we're leaving."
Once again, Sheik pulled out the flute that he kept somewhere under his shirt, and blew. Malon couldn't hear anything, but not much later, a horse came galloping out of the desert, and came to a halt in front of Sheik. Malon gaped. The horse was simply beautiful. She was thrown back to reality by Sheik. " Maaaalooon?" He was waving his hand in front of her face, trying to get her to react. " Yes?" " You were lost there for a minute. Are you coming or not?" Malon rolled her eyes. " Like I have a choice." She stuck out her tongue at Sheik and mounted the horse behind him. Sheik only chuckled.
They rode in silence, for it was too hot to talk in the desert. Malon kept her face buried in Sheiks back to avoid all the sand that his horse kicked up. Time seemed to pass slowly, but they had ridden for quite awhile when Sheik suddenly stopped, nearly causing Malon to fall of. She peeked over his shoulder, trying to see the reason for the sudden stop. Sheik was staring at something to the left. " Sheik, what's wrong?" She asked.
Sheiks POV
I stared at it. After all these years it was still here. I couldn't believe it.
A little boy , walking across the scorched sands, leaning on what resembles a lance. A shadow falls over him, and he looks up, straight into the face of a man with red hair. The redheaded man smiles evilly. " Well, if it isn't a Sheikah. Still alive, are you?" The man asks. The little boy grips the lance tighter. The red-haired man chuckles and gestures to the guards that accompany him. " Tie him." He orders. Before the little boy has time to react, they have tied him up, and tethered him to.
A pole of blackened wood, sticking out of the hot sand, old and nearly baked by the ever blistering sun.
They had left him there, riding away over the desert, laughing at his shrill cries. The red-haired man had stayed a little longer than the rest, watching. Then he had chuckled again, apparently enjoying the sight, before turning his horse and riding away.
He had stopped screaming after a while, constantly shifting position, trying to find a way to sit with as little pressure on his shoulders as possible. The sun was too hot, and the ropes too tight. He couldn't get them off. The vultures began to circle above him, sensing that he was going to die out there.
Suddenly, the silence is shattered by a sharp neigh. The little boy looks up and sees a horse approaching him. Knowing that it could crack his scull with a single kick, the boy stays put. The horse walks around him, and starts tearing at the ropes with its teeth. Slowly realizing that the horse could be saving his life, the boy forces himself to remain still.
Sheik snapped back to reality, and shook his head, but continued to watch the blackened pole. Even to this day, the rope still remains, fluttering in the desert wind. Finally, he realised that Malon was calling his name. " Sheik, what's wrong?" She asked. Once again, Sheik shook his head. " Nothing's wrong." He answers, and heads of across the desert, leaving the memory behind. At least for a while he will be able to forget.
" Quiet, a sound you know so well You're living just to make it through another day Stand, climb and fall Carry the world, can´t carry your own" - Lifehouse, Stanley Climbfall
Malon woke the next morning of Sheik insistently shaking (no pun intended) her shoulder. " What?" She mumbled, not wanting to wake up just yet. Sheik chuckled. " Wake up, lazy, we're leaving." He said. Malon was awake faster than Chronos, almighty god of time, can say ´hi´ in fast forward. " What? Why?" She asked. Sheik shrugged, and started to gather his belongings. " Because I am going back to Hyrule, and I can't leave you alone here." He explained. " Why can't you? If you leave enough food, I'm sure I could take care of myself." Sheik rolled his eyes. " Malon?" " Yes?" " Can you tell the difference between a harmless sand scorpion, and a lethal one?" ".....No." " Does that answer your question?" Sheik looked at her." Now, we're leaving."
Once again, Sheik pulled out the flute that he kept somewhere under his shirt, and blew. Malon couldn't hear anything, but not much later, a horse came galloping out of the desert, and came to a halt in front of Sheik. Malon gaped. The horse was simply beautiful. She was thrown back to reality by Sheik. " Maaaalooon?" He was waving his hand in front of her face, trying to get her to react. " Yes?" " You were lost there for a minute. Are you coming or not?" Malon rolled her eyes. " Like I have a choice." She stuck out her tongue at Sheik and mounted the horse behind him. Sheik only chuckled.
They rode in silence, for it was too hot to talk in the desert. Malon kept her face buried in Sheiks back to avoid all the sand that his horse kicked up. Time seemed to pass slowly, but they had ridden for quite awhile when Sheik suddenly stopped, nearly causing Malon to fall of. She peeked over his shoulder, trying to see the reason for the sudden stop. Sheik was staring at something to the left. " Sheik, what's wrong?" She asked.
Sheiks POV
I stared at it. After all these years it was still here. I couldn't believe it.
A little boy , walking across the scorched sands, leaning on what resembles a lance. A shadow falls over him, and he looks up, straight into the face of a man with red hair. The redheaded man smiles evilly. " Well, if it isn't a Sheikah. Still alive, are you?" The man asks. The little boy grips the lance tighter. The red-haired man chuckles and gestures to the guards that accompany him. " Tie him." He orders. Before the little boy has time to react, they have tied him up, and tethered him to.
A pole of blackened wood, sticking out of the hot sand, old and nearly baked by the ever blistering sun.
They had left him there, riding away over the desert, laughing at his shrill cries. The red-haired man had stayed a little longer than the rest, watching. Then he had chuckled again, apparently enjoying the sight, before turning his horse and riding away.
He had stopped screaming after a while, constantly shifting position, trying to find a way to sit with as little pressure on his shoulders as possible. The sun was too hot, and the ropes too tight. He couldn't get them off. The vultures began to circle above him, sensing that he was going to die out there.
Suddenly, the silence is shattered by a sharp neigh. The little boy looks up and sees a horse approaching him. Knowing that it could crack his scull with a single kick, the boy stays put. The horse walks around him, and starts tearing at the ropes with its teeth. Slowly realizing that the horse could be saving his life, the boy forces himself to remain still.
Sheik snapped back to reality, and shook his head, but continued to watch the blackened pole. Even to this day, the rope still remains, fluttering in the desert wind. Finally, he realised that Malon was calling his name. " Sheik, what's wrong?" She asked. Once again, Sheik shook his head. " Nothing's wrong." He answers, and heads of across the desert, leaving the memory behind. At least for a while he will be able to forget.