Lament
Finally, I get to Rauru, and the end of the Sages. The great Sage of Light, renowned for his all-encompassing powers, is filled with sorrow at what life bought to those of destiny. Surely - so much pain in life cannot be right?
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
Ah - yet again it is my turn to stand before this door which is the only protection against the evil beyond. I will not dwell on that however, just like I have never dwelled upon it before, and I never plan to dwell on it after these moments. What is beyond doesn't merit being given the time of day or night, never mind being worried and fretted over by one such as I. After all - there are more pressing things which I worry about right now.
To list them all would take a ridiculous amount of time, and some of them are so small, that they are not worth mentioning. However, I believe that I am able to narrow them down to the most important major ones, and it is those to which I will turn my mind during this lonesome watch. The other Sages do well to keep themselves amused - alas, I became quite bored of this self-made prison years ago, so it is my mind which transports me to other places so that I do not go mad with boredom.
I am Rauru...it's strange how such simple things as names seem to slip peoples' minds these days. Mind you, after seven years of choosing between telling your name, or telling someone to duck out of the way before they are killed, it is not a surprise that the battle wits have not yet left the world. Maybe they would all do well to slow down though - to take some time to appreciate that they are still alive, and that the air is no longer polluted with the cloying stench of death every day and night.
How dare I speak of that world though, when it has been so long since I last saw it truly? It has been a long time, that I know, but to count the years would put too much strain on my less-than-adept old mind. It's hard enough just coping with my laments of the past.
Everyone has something that they wish they could go back and change...
My something is a boy in a man's body, who must now relearn everything he once knew, and accept what he has become. Though I know he is reluctant to believe that he is indeed a man now, and not still the child his mind tells him he must be. Such petulance that can seen within children only makes him seem selfish to all those around them - all those who do not know what he has been through, that is.
The Princess of Destiny has been able to keep him alive and from self harm, but she isn't able to do much else. I would - oh, how I would help the poor child if I could leave this place. This cold, ever shimmering and thrumming with unseen magic place. How I loathe it after all these years. How I lament another action of the past, one that bought me here in the first place.
I believed I would be strong enough, impassive enough to do the job here. I believed that I was the perfect young man for the job, with my little magic tricks and cocky nature. So I threw away the life I could have had, and strolled down this road, withering and aging before I realised the mistake I had made. Yes, to help the world of Hyrule was something I wanted to do...but throwing my life away?
I know how the Hero feels in that respect. It is to a lesser degree of course, but it is still there. And I know now how foolish a child I once was.
He was once a child - oh so many years ago when he first came, fresh from confrontation with the Gerudo, and scared beyond his wits. I watched gleefully as he wrenched the Master Sword from its resting place, for I thought at last I would have company in this place.
Alas, when he arrived, he was sleeping, and I knew I could not, and should not wake him. For then he would no doubt attempt to return to the world before he was old enough to deal with what awaited him. His destiny was a dangerous one.
Ho - the pounding of fists from beyond has stopped - I think our dark friend has finally understood his predicament. Like us, he is trapped. Trapped, until destiny and fate decide to intervene once more.
I hope they can wait before their next visit. The Hero needs time to heal. So does the world.
Give us time.
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
I was tempted to do this in the second to last line. 'The Hero needs *time*. And not just for him to govern, but for it to govern him also'. But it didn't make quite so much sense, did it? [Shrugs]
R+R - Soda XXX
PS: Whoo, I got flamed. Yes, I am an angsty little bitch, no, I don't take drugs, and do you think I'd get this fucking angsty if a partner left me? And, God? Excuse me, but I would like to point out that that could be taken as offensive if I so wished - luckily, I won't take offence, because I know it was a mindless silly stab. I think it may be you flamers who are the weirdoes, not me. But it's just my opinion...and yes, well done, they are game characters - hence this being 'fan fiction.' [Laughs] I do wonder about some flamers I.Qs...
Finally, I get to Rauru, and the end of the Sages. The great Sage of Light, renowned for his all-encompassing powers, is filled with sorrow at what life bought to those of destiny. Surely - so much pain in life cannot be right?
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
Ah - yet again it is my turn to stand before this door which is the only protection against the evil beyond. I will not dwell on that however, just like I have never dwelled upon it before, and I never plan to dwell on it after these moments. What is beyond doesn't merit being given the time of day or night, never mind being worried and fretted over by one such as I. After all - there are more pressing things which I worry about right now.
To list them all would take a ridiculous amount of time, and some of them are so small, that they are not worth mentioning. However, I believe that I am able to narrow them down to the most important major ones, and it is those to which I will turn my mind during this lonesome watch. The other Sages do well to keep themselves amused - alas, I became quite bored of this self-made prison years ago, so it is my mind which transports me to other places so that I do not go mad with boredom.
I am Rauru...it's strange how such simple things as names seem to slip peoples' minds these days. Mind you, after seven years of choosing between telling your name, or telling someone to duck out of the way before they are killed, it is not a surprise that the battle wits have not yet left the world. Maybe they would all do well to slow down though - to take some time to appreciate that they are still alive, and that the air is no longer polluted with the cloying stench of death every day and night.
How dare I speak of that world though, when it has been so long since I last saw it truly? It has been a long time, that I know, but to count the years would put too much strain on my less-than-adept old mind. It's hard enough just coping with my laments of the past.
Everyone has something that they wish they could go back and change...
My something is a boy in a man's body, who must now relearn everything he once knew, and accept what he has become. Though I know he is reluctant to believe that he is indeed a man now, and not still the child his mind tells him he must be. Such petulance that can seen within children only makes him seem selfish to all those around them - all those who do not know what he has been through, that is.
The Princess of Destiny has been able to keep him alive and from self harm, but she isn't able to do much else. I would - oh, how I would help the poor child if I could leave this place. This cold, ever shimmering and thrumming with unseen magic place. How I loathe it after all these years. How I lament another action of the past, one that bought me here in the first place.
I believed I would be strong enough, impassive enough to do the job here. I believed that I was the perfect young man for the job, with my little magic tricks and cocky nature. So I threw away the life I could have had, and strolled down this road, withering and aging before I realised the mistake I had made. Yes, to help the world of Hyrule was something I wanted to do...but throwing my life away?
I know how the Hero feels in that respect. It is to a lesser degree of course, but it is still there. And I know now how foolish a child I once was.
He was once a child - oh so many years ago when he first came, fresh from confrontation with the Gerudo, and scared beyond his wits. I watched gleefully as he wrenched the Master Sword from its resting place, for I thought at last I would have company in this place.
Alas, when he arrived, he was sleeping, and I knew I could not, and should not wake him. For then he would no doubt attempt to return to the world before he was old enough to deal with what awaited him. His destiny was a dangerous one.
Ho - the pounding of fists from beyond has stopped - I think our dark friend has finally understood his predicament. Like us, he is trapped. Trapped, until destiny and fate decide to intervene once more.
I hope they can wait before their next visit. The Hero needs time to heal. So does the world.
Give us time.
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
I was tempted to do this in the second to last line. 'The Hero needs *time*. And not just for him to govern, but for it to govern him also'. But it didn't make quite so much sense, did it? [Shrugs]
R+R - Soda XXX
PS: Whoo, I got flamed. Yes, I am an angsty little bitch, no, I don't take drugs, and do you think I'd get this fucking angsty if a partner left me? And, God? Excuse me, but I would like to point out that that could be taken as offensive if I so wished - luckily, I won't take offence, because I know it was a mindless silly stab. I think it may be you flamers who are the weirdoes, not me. But it's just my opinion...and yes, well done, they are game characters - hence this being 'fan fiction.' [Laughs] I do wonder about some flamers I.Qs...