Note: unless otherwise, this will follow most of the events in the game.
And I do have problems with tenses, but without a good beta, it'll be hard
to fix. Thanks for your help, Nemi!
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"So it is true that the Moblins had taken over the maze." Sheik comments, as he glances down at the King Moblin, who was sleeping in the stairway, oblivious to the Sheikah above him. After Ganondorf had usurped the king of Hyrule, these Moblins had broken away from Ganon's army, and chosen to claim the Sacred Meadow as their territory. If it weren't for the aggressive territorial nature of the Moblin species could cost him valuable troops, and that it serves his purpose anyway in barring entry to the forest temple, Ganondorf would have crushed them and place them back into his control a long time ago. "The sparrow will find it difficult to traverse this maze." He chuckles, and then stops as his sharp Sheikah hearing alerts him to a soft fluttering sound.
"Sir Sheik! Sheik!" The Imp's voiced cry out as it swoops down, and immediately the young man notice that the creature has a heavy weight around its scrawny neck. The thorny creature went to rest on the marked stone that are referred to by Hylians as 'Gossip Stones'. "There is a message from the master." It pants, but immediately, Sheik yanks the pouch from around the Imp's neck, causing it to lose its balance and the imp tumbles off the stone with a startled yelp.
"Stay off the stone!" Sheik hisses darkly. "It is a Sheikah grave marker, and you shall not touch it with your filthy paws!"
"S-s-s-sorry.... I-I-I-I didn't know...." It squeaks as it scrambles away from the stone, and sat on the Warp panel, looking at the normally mild-temper Sheikah with wide-eyed fear. It mutters a long string of apologies, but was ignored as Sheik rummages through the pouch.
"What does he want me to do with this?" Sheik asks with contempt as he pulls out a small hourglass-shape bottle filled with a purplish-gray color liquid. "A Poe's lantern oil? Does Lord Ganondorf thinks my blades are not sharp enough?"
"Na-n-n-n-o sir." The thorny thing cries, knowing fully well that the Sheikah takes great pride in his knifing skills, and hates it if anyone made any inkling that it was anything but top-notch.
"Then what is he suggesting?" Sheik glowers, as the imp wilts under the gaze. "What were his exact words?" he asks, as the Imp composes itself and clears its throat.
"This is the oil from the lantern of a big Poe." The creature recited, mimicking the Guredo's deep, booming tenor perfectly, for voice mimicry was one of the Imp's few redeeming qualities. "Put it upon your blade, so when you are to put it into that boy's heart, so that even if the Great fairy were to aid him, he would die quick and painfully, and can not be revived." It was follow by Ganondorf's unmistakable sinister laugh, then the creature switches to its high-pitched raspy voice. "It's not good to disobey the master.." It whimpers.
"I know that..., Imp." He spat the creature's name out as though it was Poe oil. "You are dismissed, tell Lord Ganondorf that I've gotten the Poe oil." Sheik waves the messenger off. The imp took off without a second's delay. As soon as the creature as out of sight, Sheik hurls the bottle down the stairs, and it smacks the King Moblin on the head.
"Graaawf?" The massive beast snorts as it staggers up, finally aware that something was amiss. It touches the purple liquid that was flowing down its shaggy brown fur; it first sniffs the liquid, and then starts to lick his fingers. "Gaaaaaaarwwww!" It screams as it falls onto its knees. The King Moblin start to tear at it's massive bear-like chest, digging it's claws deep within, as green blood erupted from it's frenzy clawing, and as suddenly as the King Moblin's suffering began, it ceases as the creature falls lifeless down the stairs.
"It's deadlier then it's rumored to be...." The Sheikah gape at the massive corpse below him. "Far deadlier... it is amazing that Lord Ganondorf would have such a lapse in his judgment that he would let that clumsy imp deliver the poison." He huffs, and he turned to the Sheikah gravestone, and he grabbed a rare, colorless rupee (which is useless as currency, but valuable as a divining tool) and the Mask of Truth, out of his pack.
He unsheathes a dagger, but it was not that solid black blade he was supposes to use to kill Link. It's hilt of was of polished ivory with an etching of an ivy with butterflies fluttering amongst the leaves; the blade was silvery-white with the etching of the ivy continuing down it's length, almost glass-like in it's transparency. He places the mask over his face, and he made a small, bleeding cut on the back of his hand with the blade, and presses it to the eye of the "Gossip Stone", and he steps back.
A soft gray mist seeps out of the eye, and starts to gather in front of Sheik. It took a vaguely Hylian-like shape, as bright garnet-color eyes appeared in the blank poe-like face, the body trails away into vaporous nothingness, and in this semi-transparent state, it was hard to tell if the spirit was male or female.
"Take that thing off, you look utterly ridiculous." The spirit speaks in a wispy sigh as it crosses it's close to non-existing arms across it's chest.
"I've only worn this for ceremony." Sheik retorts as he lifts the mask from his face, as he shifts his weight on one foot. "I can hear you without this mask perfectly well, Ancestor-Spirit."
"What do you wish from me?" The Sheikah Poe sighs, never had it been greeted so sharply by any of it's old kindred, but this boy was kindred nonetheless. "It has been quite a long time since any of the Sheikah traverse to this side of Hyrule. Been a long time since our people had taken up the natural yearning to roam across the plains." The spirit laments as it attempts to rest on its gravestone.
"Wars had changed that. The yearning still exist, but as whole, the Sheikah choose to ignore it." Sheik answers, knowing of the yearning that the Poe had describes very well. "However, we should think of the business at hand, Ancestor-Spirit."
"All right, what is it that you wish of me?" The Poe asks as it makes a mocking bow.
"I wish for you to follow a young man." Sheik starts to explain as he carefully chooses his words. Many of the Ancestor-spirits take all things literally, for they long since lost the ability to understand the subtle nuances of the facial expression, the gentle sarcasm that is common among the Shadow people, and the figure of speech that the race had picked up from the Hylians. "And I wish for you to follow him, and report to him of what activities he is doing that involves his quest to free the five temples and their sages."
"May I ask why you take this kind of interest in this quest? For if he is to free the five temples, then this is the time of darkness that has been predicted by the shamans of ages past." The spirit asks as it rubs the air where its chin would've been in life.
"My Lord has an interest in his quest." Sheik answers but said nothing more. For one can not lie to an Ancestor-Spirit, and it is a grievous mistake to try.
"I see, and what of this boy? How am I know I am to be following the right one?" The phantom asks.
"He is a Hylian about my age, with golden hair, he is followed by a fairy, and wears the clothing style of a Korkiri child. But there is one thing he has that will distinguish him from all others...." Sheik pauses for effect. "He wields Evil's Bane, the Master Sword." He continues, as his eyes seem to glint in the evening light.
"I've seen a Hylian boy who fits most of that description some years ago, he was talking to the girl who entered that temple a few days ago." The Phantom nods. "However, in order for me to follow him now, I need quite some amount of blood, for this will be a large and difficult task."
"Though I know the essence of it is far inferior to that of the Sheikah blood, there is a large Moblin recently deceased, I believe his blood still has the vitality of life." Sheik points out the corpse. "I will bled some, but I can not afford to shed too much blood now, or at regular intervals."
"I see..." The Spirit sighs as it circles the dead Moblin, as small sparkles of light rise from the gaping wound, as the sparkles are absorb into the gravestone, and the eye first turned green from the blood, and then a dark maroon. The spirit slowly solidifies, taking on more Sheikah-like appearances, and then it floated in front of the youth again. "Well, Moblin blood is never pleasant, but at least it's better then the ichor of the Deku Shrubs." The spirit, who was in fact, female bowed. Despite the blood had given her more recognizable Sheikah appearances, the chin, and the lower half of her body was still non- existent, as it always is with the Ancestor spirits, and her eyes were still not quite the ruby-red color that marks the Sheikah creed.
"And now, my blood." Sheik nods as he again lifts his dagger, and made a slow bleeding cut on his other hand; more light rises from the dripping blood, and entered into the stone, making the maroon eye turn ruby-red, as the spirit's eyes finally turned to that exact color.
"A Sheik...." The female spirit muttered quietly. "I see, but it is my not place to ask, I shall do your bidding until the blood runs dry, or you free me from the contractual binding, which ever comes first." She nods. "By the way, for the name to call me, I am Euryale." She introduces herself, as locks of yellow-white hair fell over her ruby-red eyes, as she slowly fades into invisibility.
Sheik sheathes his dagger, as he sighs in suppressed rage, no matter where he goes, his stigma stays on him like blood on clothing, impossible to hide from those who know what to look for, and just as impossible to get rid of. He scowls as he pushes the thoughts away; it wouldn't do him any good to dwell on such unpleasant details, it just distracts him and makes his job far messier then he likes them to be, despite that chaos is usually an Assassin's fortitude.
"Let's see how far the sparrow could fly out of the hawk's grasp?" Sheik chuckles as he gazes into the colorless rupee, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "After all, all prey will fall victim to their predators."
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"So it is true that the Moblins had taken over the maze." Sheik comments, as he glances down at the King Moblin, who was sleeping in the stairway, oblivious to the Sheikah above him. After Ganondorf had usurped the king of Hyrule, these Moblins had broken away from Ganon's army, and chosen to claim the Sacred Meadow as their territory. If it weren't for the aggressive territorial nature of the Moblin species could cost him valuable troops, and that it serves his purpose anyway in barring entry to the forest temple, Ganondorf would have crushed them and place them back into his control a long time ago. "The sparrow will find it difficult to traverse this maze." He chuckles, and then stops as his sharp Sheikah hearing alerts him to a soft fluttering sound.
"Sir Sheik! Sheik!" The Imp's voiced cry out as it swoops down, and immediately the young man notice that the creature has a heavy weight around its scrawny neck. The thorny creature went to rest on the marked stone that are referred to by Hylians as 'Gossip Stones'. "There is a message from the master." It pants, but immediately, Sheik yanks the pouch from around the Imp's neck, causing it to lose its balance and the imp tumbles off the stone with a startled yelp.
"Stay off the stone!" Sheik hisses darkly. "It is a Sheikah grave marker, and you shall not touch it with your filthy paws!"
"S-s-s-sorry.... I-I-I-I didn't know...." It squeaks as it scrambles away from the stone, and sat on the Warp panel, looking at the normally mild-temper Sheikah with wide-eyed fear. It mutters a long string of apologies, but was ignored as Sheik rummages through the pouch.
"What does he want me to do with this?" Sheik asks with contempt as he pulls out a small hourglass-shape bottle filled with a purplish-gray color liquid. "A Poe's lantern oil? Does Lord Ganondorf thinks my blades are not sharp enough?"
"Na-n-n-n-o sir." The thorny thing cries, knowing fully well that the Sheikah takes great pride in his knifing skills, and hates it if anyone made any inkling that it was anything but top-notch.
"Then what is he suggesting?" Sheik glowers, as the imp wilts under the gaze. "What were his exact words?" he asks, as the Imp composes itself and clears its throat.
"This is the oil from the lantern of a big Poe." The creature recited, mimicking the Guredo's deep, booming tenor perfectly, for voice mimicry was one of the Imp's few redeeming qualities. "Put it upon your blade, so when you are to put it into that boy's heart, so that even if the Great fairy were to aid him, he would die quick and painfully, and can not be revived." It was follow by Ganondorf's unmistakable sinister laugh, then the creature switches to its high-pitched raspy voice. "It's not good to disobey the master.." It whimpers.
"I know that..., Imp." He spat the creature's name out as though it was Poe oil. "You are dismissed, tell Lord Ganondorf that I've gotten the Poe oil." Sheik waves the messenger off. The imp took off without a second's delay. As soon as the creature as out of sight, Sheik hurls the bottle down the stairs, and it smacks the King Moblin on the head.
"Graaawf?" The massive beast snorts as it staggers up, finally aware that something was amiss. It touches the purple liquid that was flowing down its shaggy brown fur; it first sniffs the liquid, and then starts to lick his fingers. "Gaaaaaaarwwww!" It screams as it falls onto its knees. The King Moblin start to tear at it's massive bear-like chest, digging it's claws deep within, as green blood erupted from it's frenzy clawing, and as suddenly as the King Moblin's suffering began, it ceases as the creature falls lifeless down the stairs.
"It's deadlier then it's rumored to be...." The Sheikah gape at the massive corpse below him. "Far deadlier... it is amazing that Lord Ganondorf would have such a lapse in his judgment that he would let that clumsy imp deliver the poison." He huffs, and he turned to the Sheikah gravestone, and he grabbed a rare, colorless rupee (which is useless as currency, but valuable as a divining tool) and the Mask of Truth, out of his pack.
He unsheathes a dagger, but it was not that solid black blade he was supposes to use to kill Link. It's hilt of was of polished ivory with an etching of an ivy with butterflies fluttering amongst the leaves; the blade was silvery-white with the etching of the ivy continuing down it's length, almost glass-like in it's transparency. He places the mask over his face, and he made a small, bleeding cut on the back of his hand with the blade, and presses it to the eye of the "Gossip Stone", and he steps back.
A soft gray mist seeps out of the eye, and starts to gather in front of Sheik. It took a vaguely Hylian-like shape, as bright garnet-color eyes appeared in the blank poe-like face, the body trails away into vaporous nothingness, and in this semi-transparent state, it was hard to tell if the spirit was male or female.
"Take that thing off, you look utterly ridiculous." The spirit speaks in a wispy sigh as it crosses it's close to non-existing arms across it's chest.
"I've only worn this for ceremony." Sheik retorts as he lifts the mask from his face, as he shifts his weight on one foot. "I can hear you without this mask perfectly well, Ancestor-Spirit."
"What do you wish from me?" The Sheikah Poe sighs, never had it been greeted so sharply by any of it's old kindred, but this boy was kindred nonetheless. "It has been quite a long time since any of the Sheikah traverse to this side of Hyrule. Been a long time since our people had taken up the natural yearning to roam across the plains." The spirit laments as it attempts to rest on its gravestone.
"Wars had changed that. The yearning still exist, but as whole, the Sheikah choose to ignore it." Sheik answers, knowing of the yearning that the Poe had describes very well. "However, we should think of the business at hand, Ancestor-Spirit."
"All right, what is it that you wish of me?" The Poe asks as it makes a mocking bow.
"I wish for you to follow a young man." Sheik starts to explain as he carefully chooses his words. Many of the Ancestor-spirits take all things literally, for they long since lost the ability to understand the subtle nuances of the facial expression, the gentle sarcasm that is common among the Shadow people, and the figure of speech that the race had picked up from the Hylians. "And I wish for you to follow him, and report to him of what activities he is doing that involves his quest to free the five temples and their sages."
"May I ask why you take this kind of interest in this quest? For if he is to free the five temples, then this is the time of darkness that has been predicted by the shamans of ages past." The spirit asks as it rubs the air where its chin would've been in life.
"My Lord has an interest in his quest." Sheik answers but said nothing more. For one can not lie to an Ancestor-Spirit, and it is a grievous mistake to try.
"I see, and what of this boy? How am I know I am to be following the right one?" The phantom asks.
"He is a Hylian about my age, with golden hair, he is followed by a fairy, and wears the clothing style of a Korkiri child. But there is one thing he has that will distinguish him from all others...." Sheik pauses for effect. "He wields Evil's Bane, the Master Sword." He continues, as his eyes seem to glint in the evening light.
"I've seen a Hylian boy who fits most of that description some years ago, he was talking to the girl who entered that temple a few days ago." The Phantom nods. "However, in order for me to follow him now, I need quite some amount of blood, for this will be a large and difficult task."
"Though I know the essence of it is far inferior to that of the Sheikah blood, there is a large Moblin recently deceased, I believe his blood still has the vitality of life." Sheik points out the corpse. "I will bled some, but I can not afford to shed too much blood now, or at regular intervals."
"I see..." The Spirit sighs as it circles the dead Moblin, as small sparkles of light rise from the gaping wound, as the sparkles are absorb into the gravestone, and the eye first turned green from the blood, and then a dark maroon. The spirit slowly solidifies, taking on more Sheikah-like appearances, and then it floated in front of the youth again. "Well, Moblin blood is never pleasant, but at least it's better then the ichor of the Deku Shrubs." The spirit, who was in fact, female bowed. Despite the blood had given her more recognizable Sheikah appearances, the chin, and the lower half of her body was still non- existent, as it always is with the Ancestor spirits, and her eyes were still not quite the ruby-red color that marks the Sheikah creed.
"And now, my blood." Sheik nods as he again lifts his dagger, and made a slow bleeding cut on his other hand; more light rises from the dripping blood, and entered into the stone, making the maroon eye turn ruby-red, as the spirit's eyes finally turned to that exact color.
"A Sheik...." The female spirit muttered quietly. "I see, but it is my not place to ask, I shall do your bidding until the blood runs dry, or you free me from the contractual binding, which ever comes first." She nods. "By the way, for the name to call me, I am Euryale." She introduces herself, as locks of yellow-white hair fell over her ruby-red eyes, as she slowly fades into invisibility.
Sheik sheathes his dagger, as he sighs in suppressed rage, no matter where he goes, his stigma stays on him like blood on clothing, impossible to hide from those who know what to look for, and just as impossible to get rid of. He scowls as he pushes the thoughts away; it wouldn't do him any good to dwell on such unpleasant details, it just distracts him and makes his job far messier then he likes them to be, despite that chaos is usually an Assassin's fortitude.
"Let's see how far the sparrow could fly out of the hawk's grasp?" Sheik chuckles as he gazes into the colorless rupee, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "After all, all prey will fall victim to their predators."