Death
This is the last one - for 'perfection done backwards'. Who cares if he's dead? He's just in another realm amongst the many realms - and I really wanted to do this chapter anyway to end it all!
Sheik wishes so many things, and ponders what things could have gone differently - how could he have done better to save people? What could he have improved on...and he finds a deep-seated hatred against one particular man.
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It was painful when I died. Naturally, I did not make a sound when my soul was finally allowed to depart my body, going in the stoic silence that all we Sheikah must leave the world in. It is our way...even before, as I could feel the life drain out of me, I made no sound. That enraged the Gerudo king very much, which is a fact I find highly amusing in itself. Oh no - I bet all the other Sheikah he brutally murdered didn't give him the satisfaction of so much as a scream when he killed them. Such a *shame*.
Oh well, never mind for him. I'm not going to let myself think about *him* anymore, or my soul may darken even more - I do not fancy going to see what dwells in the Realms below. I'm lucky to have gotten in here - the shadow folk aren't usually allowed in the hallowed halls, but it seems I at least did something right in my bumbling life. I don't feel like it much though. It's fuzzy and hard to remember exactly what it was I did.
I taught the Hero some songs or some such...and gave him a few clues. Personally, I don't see how that can have merited this breach in the usual protocols of death. Not that I'll tell Azrael that - as I said, I'd prefer to be here than below. Below is much like Hyrule itself (during it's good periods). I don't want to have to spend eternity remaining in shadows with the rest of my people just like I did in life. It just doesn't seem worth the pain of the death I had really.
The images I have of life may be fuzzy, but when they do come, it's easy enough to piece them together and then guess the gaps. It's happening again now for that matter.
Ah, of course. When Impa first caught me from a pack of marauding lads in the Sheikah village, pockets full of stolen sugared violets. After a swift reprimand, she proceeded to congratulate me, as I was in fact the only one who the shopkeeper had not spotted. She told me I had 'potential'. It registers now I didn't even know what the word meant until she explained it to me, and even then I wasn't a hundred percent sure.
After that, there were but a few weeks in which she drilled me on everything I was to do when the time came. My head reels to think of all the information I absorbed (and also hurriedly wrote in a small class- book). It wasn't all that long until the time did come, and Impa was no longer there to seek advice from. I crept away from the home I had known my entire life, charged with seeking out the Temple melodies, and saving whom I could, only where the risk to myself was minimal. I was 'the Hero's only hope' as Impa put it so encouragingly the night before she disappeared.
So, that was what I did - I wandered about the land, searching for the melodies, and saving those that I could from the clutches of darkness which were reaching out to choke the world. It was strange - for a small while, people hailed the 'Sheikah boy' as the Hero of Time, and I was unable to pause to set them right. Perhaps that it why when the real Hero returned, some remained hostile and untrusting. If only I had taken the time to explain...
Can't be helped now.
And, when the Hero had done what he was supposed to, and all but one of the Sages was awakened, the Princess reappeared unobtrusively to the world, and relayed her plan to take my place when the time came, thus rendering me to nothing. I fought against that - oh, yes, I did fight. She insisted and insisted that it was 'the only way', and that it would 'stop the Hero from tiring himself after the land is saved, searching for Sheik'. Perhaps I wanted him to tirelessly search for me after it was over - but she would not have been able to fathom that, so I did not say so.
She finally caved in, and promised to allow me to remain my own person. So, merrily, I set off to the Desert Colossus, creeping past the guards with ease and out into the swirling sands. I, sadly, could not teleport to the temple - only the Ocarina of Time held that quality, so I had to walk out and through the desert. Where, in the middle of a fierce sand storm, I literally ran into Ganondorf and his troop of followers, who were pilgrimaging to the Temple for some reason - I know not what it was.
And my merry step was broken, as I attempted to teleport myself away with a Deku-nut. *He* caught my arm and stayed the action, dark eyes sparkling with unspoken malice. And then - oh Goddesses, the bastard!
Oh - Azrael does not look pleased...he must have heard me think that. Luckily, in another couple of days, he won't be able to send me away, as my probation will be over here. Sorry Azrael!
But, I think what he did merits it. It was purposeful public shame, that is all I can call it - and before a whole harem of those red-haired Gerudo thieves as well as a multitude of dark things I don't know the name of, and now I never will.
He slowly and deftly removed my facemask, revealing the silver tears tattooed under my eyes to the world. Only one Sheikah that I knew of would show those to the world - and she was in the Sacred Realm, ready to lock this evil creature away when the time came.
Time - it all comes back to time. If I had waited another day, it would not have happened - the Hero, I hear, did not arrive until a week after at the Temple, so I would have had two days left over even if I had paused in my journey. I did not though - so eager was I to think that it was almost over, that I had survived and was going to thrive...perhaps at Link's side.
I have dared to think it, at least...
In death, I can do nothing about that now. After I was exhausted, beaten and tortured into an early grave, Zelda, who had been watching events, took over smoothly, and prevented total disaster. And now, it is evident she wanted him for her own all along...
Neither of us captured him though - the one for him is Malon, the Ranch- Girl, though he fears to admit it. How I wish he would - one of us caught up in the central workings of fate and destiny deserves to escape and be happy.
And he deserves the happiness more than most.
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That's it [deep sigh]. Eesh, you *really* don't want to read this if you're already down, do you? And, yes, I know, I always do that - (make Sheik sarcastic). And, well, I thought I'd make this have some continuity, so I took the idea about Link saying 'Perhaps I loved him - I know not', and then made it so that Sheik might reciprocate the feelings. Well, I thought it was an interesting idea anyway...
R+R, for the heck of it - Soda XXX
This is the last one - for 'perfection done backwards'. Who cares if he's dead? He's just in another realm amongst the many realms - and I really wanted to do this chapter anyway to end it all!
Sheik wishes so many things, and ponders what things could have gone differently - how could he have done better to save people? What could he have improved on...and he finds a deep-seated hatred against one particular man.
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
It was painful when I died. Naturally, I did not make a sound when my soul was finally allowed to depart my body, going in the stoic silence that all we Sheikah must leave the world in. It is our way...even before, as I could feel the life drain out of me, I made no sound. That enraged the Gerudo king very much, which is a fact I find highly amusing in itself. Oh no - I bet all the other Sheikah he brutally murdered didn't give him the satisfaction of so much as a scream when he killed them. Such a *shame*.
Oh well, never mind for him. I'm not going to let myself think about *him* anymore, or my soul may darken even more - I do not fancy going to see what dwells in the Realms below. I'm lucky to have gotten in here - the shadow folk aren't usually allowed in the hallowed halls, but it seems I at least did something right in my bumbling life. I don't feel like it much though. It's fuzzy and hard to remember exactly what it was I did.
I taught the Hero some songs or some such...and gave him a few clues. Personally, I don't see how that can have merited this breach in the usual protocols of death. Not that I'll tell Azrael that - as I said, I'd prefer to be here than below. Below is much like Hyrule itself (during it's good periods). I don't want to have to spend eternity remaining in shadows with the rest of my people just like I did in life. It just doesn't seem worth the pain of the death I had really.
The images I have of life may be fuzzy, but when they do come, it's easy enough to piece them together and then guess the gaps. It's happening again now for that matter.
Ah, of course. When Impa first caught me from a pack of marauding lads in the Sheikah village, pockets full of stolen sugared violets. After a swift reprimand, she proceeded to congratulate me, as I was in fact the only one who the shopkeeper had not spotted. She told me I had 'potential'. It registers now I didn't even know what the word meant until she explained it to me, and even then I wasn't a hundred percent sure.
After that, there were but a few weeks in which she drilled me on everything I was to do when the time came. My head reels to think of all the information I absorbed (and also hurriedly wrote in a small class- book). It wasn't all that long until the time did come, and Impa was no longer there to seek advice from. I crept away from the home I had known my entire life, charged with seeking out the Temple melodies, and saving whom I could, only where the risk to myself was minimal. I was 'the Hero's only hope' as Impa put it so encouragingly the night before she disappeared.
So, that was what I did - I wandered about the land, searching for the melodies, and saving those that I could from the clutches of darkness which were reaching out to choke the world. It was strange - for a small while, people hailed the 'Sheikah boy' as the Hero of Time, and I was unable to pause to set them right. Perhaps that it why when the real Hero returned, some remained hostile and untrusting. If only I had taken the time to explain...
Can't be helped now.
And, when the Hero had done what he was supposed to, and all but one of the Sages was awakened, the Princess reappeared unobtrusively to the world, and relayed her plan to take my place when the time came, thus rendering me to nothing. I fought against that - oh, yes, I did fight. She insisted and insisted that it was 'the only way', and that it would 'stop the Hero from tiring himself after the land is saved, searching for Sheik'. Perhaps I wanted him to tirelessly search for me after it was over - but she would not have been able to fathom that, so I did not say so.
She finally caved in, and promised to allow me to remain my own person. So, merrily, I set off to the Desert Colossus, creeping past the guards with ease and out into the swirling sands. I, sadly, could not teleport to the temple - only the Ocarina of Time held that quality, so I had to walk out and through the desert. Where, in the middle of a fierce sand storm, I literally ran into Ganondorf and his troop of followers, who were pilgrimaging to the Temple for some reason - I know not what it was.
And my merry step was broken, as I attempted to teleport myself away with a Deku-nut. *He* caught my arm and stayed the action, dark eyes sparkling with unspoken malice. And then - oh Goddesses, the bastard!
Oh - Azrael does not look pleased...he must have heard me think that. Luckily, in another couple of days, he won't be able to send me away, as my probation will be over here. Sorry Azrael!
But, I think what he did merits it. It was purposeful public shame, that is all I can call it - and before a whole harem of those red-haired Gerudo thieves as well as a multitude of dark things I don't know the name of, and now I never will.
He slowly and deftly removed my facemask, revealing the silver tears tattooed under my eyes to the world. Only one Sheikah that I knew of would show those to the world - and she was in the Sacred Realm, ready to lock this evil creature away when the time came.
Time - it all comes back to time. If I had waited another day, it would not have happened - the Hero, I hear, did not arrive until a week after at the Temple, so I would have had two days left over even if I had paused in my journey. I did not though - so eager was I to think that it was almost over, that I had survived and was going to thrive...perhaps at Link's side.
I have dared to think it, at least...
In death, I can do nothing about that now. After I was exhausted, beaten and tortured into an early grave, Zelda, who had been watching events, took over smoothly, and prevented total disaster. And now, it is evident she wanted him for her own all along...
Neither of us captured him though - the one for him is Malon, the Ranch- Girl, though he fears to admit it. How I wish he would - one of us caught up in the central workings of fate and destiny deserves to escape and be happy.
And he deserves the happiness more than most.
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
That's it [deep sigh]. Eesh, you *really* don't want to read this if you're already down, do you? And, yes, I know, I always do that - (make Sheik sarcastic). And, well, I thought I'd make this have some continuity, so I took the idea about Link saying 'Perhaps I loved him - I know not', and then made it so that Sheik might reciprocate the feelings. Well, I thought it was an interesting idea anyway...
R+R, for the heck of it - Soda XXX