An Untold Lie
Chapter 4
Link once again turned around on the young mare he rode on. He could swear that there was someone following him. The feeling you go when someone was just intensely staring at him.
The desert was intensely hot and the heat on his back was frying him alive. The sun was finally setting and he was debating on whether to rest for the night or to keep going and make it there around morning.
He decided to keep going...he was anxious to get there and it would be cooler at night. Impa had warned him about traveling during the night, but he didn't listen.
The sun had finally set and it immediately became cooler. And according to the map he pulled out, he was halfway to the oasis Impa spoke to him about.
Suddenly, there was a high-pitched scream. Link hastily searched around him from atop of the horse and found nothing. Nothing but the barren sandy wasteland...
There again, was the horrible shrieking sound that brought goose bumps to the young Hylian and a chill down his spine. He stopped the mare and turned her around, searching for the source of the sound.
In the dark, black distance, there was...something or someone. He couldn't see. And it was coming right towards him.
It was a man on a horse galloping his was. A chestnut brown mare quarter horse with a white mane and tail. The elf was dressed in a green tunic and cap with white tights underneath, and a cobalt blue hilted sword in his left hand. Yes, and he was coming straight towards the young elf.
Link couldn't move. The elf looked so familiar and yet...he has never seen the person before, though he could swear he has before. But he hadn't, and it was strange.
The man came closer and closer, the sword heading straight for him. Link backed away and that did nothing. The elf was now becoming close enough that the young boy could see the color of the familiar stranger's eyes.
Link fell back and off the horse right before the sword hit him. The sand beneath him cradled his fall and he stayed there.
That high-pitched scream filled the air around him once again, only now it was louder. Inches away from where Link was lying, something flew out of the ground. Link scurried up and on his feet and found what had burst out from the sand beneath.
It was a hand. A dark dried up hand. Skin and bones, and what was left of the thing's veins protruding from under its skin.
Sand was bursting up everywhere around him and he was surrounded. The young mare stood there and brushed her nose against her leg. The things were everywhere coming up from the ground and the horse just STOOD there.
Can't she see that we're in danger? Link asked himself.
He screams were coming from everywhere now. Higher and louder. Link screamed and backed away...but with nowhere to run without running into one of the zombies.
He grabbed the horse and tried to climb up onto her back, but one of the zombies grabbed him by the foot and pulled him down. He hit the ground hard, sand all on his sweating face. He turned around and kicked the thing behind him in the face.
"Ah..." Link's eyes widened and he looked around him. There were no more zombies...only the masked figure he just kicked in the face.
The man started speaking but Link didn't understand what was being said. Another younger elf walked up and started talking to the elder... Another language.
Link watched as the two spoke and the youth took a look at the bloody job Link did to the man's face. The youth laughed and said something else before they both turned to the confused 12-year-old still on the ground.
"He was trying to help you before you kicked him in the face," the younger elf in front of Link said. "This isn't the time to be wandering in the desert. The things that you just saw were nothing more than mirages of what you've seen before."
"But...I've never seen them before..." Link stood up, "What were they?"
"Like I said...nothing more than mirages of the evils of the past. Individuals see and hear different things."
"Imp, Komme heardes tu." The boy looked up and nodded then turned back to Link.
"We all welcome you to stay with us. It's dangerous to go alone."
Link looked from the boy, to the man, to the several youths behind them and back to the boy who was speaking to him, "I'm sorry, but I'm headed somewhere, and if I'm lucky I may make it by morning."
"You MUSTN'T!"
"I WILL!" Link yelled back, "I can't stop or else I may not make it there at all."
"Where are you headed? What must be so important that you risk getting yourself killed just to get somewhere? What objective are you needing to accomplish?" The boy seemed a little angry. His politeness was getting him nowhere with the stubborn Hylian, so he decided to take a different approach.
"My name is Link and I'm headed to the Sheikah village in search of someone. My business is my own, if you don't mind." Links watched as the boy turned once again to the elder and speak their mother tongue. More than likely what the two of them had just said. The boy turned back to Link.
"I'm sorry, but we cannot let you proceed any further. You must come with is if you want to make it to the village. Who is it that you are looking for?"
"Are you all from the village?"
"Yes. We are Sheikah soldiers in training. We are headed back there right now."
"I'm looking for Impa's son, Sheik. She told me to travel here and to find him."
There was a moment of silence. The black-haired boy looked from the blond stranger to the elder, and then to the group in the back. He looked back to his instructor, "Sheik wa syudo ta Link kondogo mas. Leido jikana gate ka?"
The Elder nodded.
"There is only one Sheik and the one you are looking for...is here."
End of Chapter 4 Well...what do you think? Getting better...or not? Let me know!
Chapter 4
Link once again turned around on the young mare he rode on. He could swear that there was someone following him. The feeling you go when someone was just intensely staring at him.
The desert was intensely hot and the heat on his back was frying him alive. The sun was finally setting and he was debating on whether to rest for the night or to keep going and make it there around morning.
He decided to keep going...he was anxious to get there and it would be cooler at night. Impa had warned him about traveling during the night, but he didn't listen.
The sun had finally set and it immediately became cooler. And according to the map he pulled out, he was halfway to the oasis Impa spoke to him about.
Suddenly, there was a high-pitched scream. Link hastily searched around him from atop of the horse and found nothing. Nothing but the barren sandy wasteland...
There again, was the horrible shrieking sound that brought goose bumps to the young Hylian and a chill down his spine. He stopped the mare and turned her around, searching for the source of the sound.
In the dark, black distance, there was...something or someone. He couldn't see. And it was coming right towards him.
It was a man on a horse galloping his was. A chestnut brown mare quarter horse with a white mane and tail. The elf was dressed in a green tunic and cap with white tights underneath, and a cobalt blue hilted sword in his left hand. Yes, and he was coming straight towards the young elf.
Link couldn't move. The elf looked so familiar and yet...he has never seen the person before, though he could swear he has before. But he hadn't, and it was strange.
The man came closer and closer, the sword heading straight for him. Link backed away and that did nothing. The elf was now becoming close enough that the young boy could see the color of the familiar stranger's eyes.
Link fell back and off the horse right before the sword hit him. The sand beneath him cradled his fall and he stayed there.
That high-pitched scream filled the air around him once again, only now it was louder. Inches away from where Link was lying, something flew out of the ground. Link scurried up and on his feet and found what had burst out from the sand beneath.
It was a hand. A dark dried up hand. Skin and bones, and what was left of the thing's veins protruding from under its skin.
Sand was bursting up everywhere around him and he was surrounded. The young mare stood there and brushed her nose against her leg. The things were everywhere coming up from the ground and the horse just STOOD there.
Can't she see that we're in danger? Link asked himself.
He screams were coming from everywhere now. Higher and louder. Link screamed and backed away...but with nowhere to run without running into one of the zombies.
He grabbed the horse and tried to climb up onto her back, but one of the zombies grabbed him by the foot and pulled him down. He hit the ground hard, sand all on his sweating face. He turned around and kicked the thing behind him in the face.
"Ah..." Link's eyes widened and he looked around him. There were no more zombies...only the masked figure he just kicked in the face.
The man started speaking but Link didn't understand what was being said. Another younger elf walked up and started talking to the elder... Another language.
Link watched as the two spoke and the youth took a look at the bloody job Link did to the man's face. The youth laughed and said something else before they both turned to the confused 12-year-old still on the ground.
"He was trying to help you before you kicked him in the face," the younger elf in front of Link said. "This isn't the time to be wandering in the desert. The things that you just saw were nothing more than mirages of what you've seen before."
"But...I've never seen them before..." Link stood up, "What were they?"
"Like I said...nothing more than mirages of the evils of the past. Individuals see and hear different things."
"Imp, Komme heardes tu." The boy looked up and nodded then turned back to Link.
"We all welcome you to stay with us. It's dangerous to go alone."
Link looked from the boy, to the man, to the several youths behind them and back to the boy who was speaking to him, "I'm sorry, but I'm headed somewhere, and if I'm lucky I may make it by morning."
"You MUSTN'T!"
"I WILL!" Link yelled back, "I can't stop or else I may not make it there at all."
"Where are you headed? What must be so important that you risk getting yourself killed just to get somewhere? What objective are you needing to accomplish?" The boy seemed a little angry. His politeness was getting him nowhere with the stubborn Hylian, so he decided to take a different approach.
"My name is Link and I'm headed to the Sheikah village in search of someone. My business is my own, if you don't mind." Links watched as the boy turned once again to the elder and speak their mother tongue. More than likely what the two of them had just said. The boy turned back to Link.
"I'm sorry, but we cannot let you proceed any further. You must come with is if you want to make it to the village. Who is it that you are looking for?"
"Are you all from the village?"
"Yes. We are Sheikah soldiers in training. We are headed back there right now."
"I'm looking for Impa's son, Sheik. She told me to travel here and to find him."
There was a moment of silence. The black-haired boy looked from the blond stranger to the elder, and then to the group in the back. He looked back to his instructor, "Sheik wa syudo ta Link kondogo mas. Leido jikana gate ka?"
The Elder nodded.
"There is only one Sheik and the one you are looking for...is here."
End of Chapter 4 Well...what do you think? Getting better...or not? Let me know!