I debated for a whole half an hour of staring at a blank screen whether or not to write a new story. As you can see…I have. Now…imagine a girl. No - a Zora. A young Zora girl, living in the shadow of her sister. I want you to imagine her feelings and thoughts, to embody the character. Imagine the actions she might take, the words she might say. Understand where this is coming from, and you may begin to understand a bit more about the sentient mind. But most importantly…read it. ~.^ Vamos, vamos!
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~Wandering~
Prologue
It was cold all around. Icy, numbing, bitter. Even the strongest Zoras had to retreat into the warmer currents of the underwater caves. But even in that small refuge, there was no real heat. They were a people trapped under the ice for seven years…seven full years in the dark clutches of the ocean. Any other specie would almost immediately have succumbed to the harsh climates, but not the Zoras.
And she was proud. No one went swimming anymore; they had to stay mostly stationary to maintain body heat. The few that took the risky journey to find sustenance were weakened quickly, and almost never recovered. Many had died, but she still hoped. She believed that Ruto would come back. After all, she was Ruto. The little Zora smiled at the thought of her big sister, nestling down further into the clump of sea-grass that she had adopted as her sleeping space for the past seven years.
Others had died trying to break through the ice. It numbed so badly that they went all funny, and…just floated away. Lifeless. She had seen them. Of course, there was nowhere for them to float away to…the group's adults had the unappealing task of retrieving the body and stowing it deep in the caves, the caves crowded with so many corpses…
She shivered, big sea-green eyes observing the small community. Her mother was known as nothing but Queen Zora these days, and had taken swift charge of the solemn group. There were few children like herself…but even if there were millions of children, none would play. What good would it do? A few other adults had split off into other regions of Zora's Domain, forming their own communities. Together, they formed a web of watchfulness. No animal went unseen; no shadow was unheard of.
So you can see how impossible it was to miss when Ruto, Savior of the Zoras, returned from nearly a decade's absence. A strange man accompanied her, wielding a flaming staff. Her people were roused to movement, making vague laps of curiosity and amazement as the stranger struck the ice again and again with his staff…over and over in an almost hypnotic beat that sent many small creatures scurrying to their hidey-holes.
But not her. She wanted to be brave for her sister. And then things would be normal again…they would play tag in the crystal currents, care for Lord Jabu-Jabu, have diving contests off the highest waterfalls, scare themselves silly exploring the deep, dark caves… They would be together again, just like before. Because, after all that time, wasn't she still the same old Ajitsu?
Apparently not.
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~Wandering~
Prologue
It was cold all around. Icy, numbing, bitter. Even the strongest Zoras had to retreat into the warmer currents of the underwater caves. But even in that small refuge, there was no real heat. They were a people trapped under the ice for seven years…seven full years in the dark clutches of the ocean. Any other specie would almost immediately have succumbed to the harsh climates, but not the Zoras.
And she was proud. No one went swimming anymore; they had to stay mostly stationary to maintain body heat. The few that took the risky journey to find sustenance were weakened quickly, and almost never recovered. Many had died, but she still hoped. She believed that Ruto would come back. After all, she was Ruto. The little Zora smiled at the thought of her big sister, nestling down further into the clump of sea-grass that she had adopted as her sleeping space for the past seven years.
Others had died trying to break through the ice. It numbed so badly that they went all funny, and…just floated away. Lifeless. She had seen them. Of course, there was nowhere for them to float away to…the group's adults had the unappealing task of retrieving the body and stowing it deep in the caves, the caves crowded with so many corpses…
She shivered, big sea-green eyes observing the small community. Her mother was known as nothing but Queen Zora these days, and had taken swift charge of the solemn group. There were few children like herself…but even if there were millions of children, none would play. What good would it do? A few other adults had split off into other regions of Zora's Domain, forming their own communities. Together, they formed a web of watchfulness. No animal went unseen; no shadow was unheard of.
So you can see how impossible it was to miss when Ruto, Savior of the Zoras, returned from nearly a decade's absence. A strange man accompanied her, wielding a flaming staff. Her people were roused to movement, making vague laps of curiosity and amazement as the stranger struck the ice again and again with his staff…over and over in an almost hypnotic beat that sent many small creatures scurrying to their hidey-holes.
But not her. She wanted to be brave for her sister. And then things would be normal again…they would play tag in the crystal currents, care for Lord Jabu-Jabu, have diving contests off the highest waterfalls, scare themselves silly exploring the deep, dark caves… They would be together again, just like before. Because, after all that time, wasn't she still the same old Ajitsu?
Apparently not.