Sorry – Sorry...big time writer's block for this!
The Sheikah smirked to himself as he watched the hylian bolted up the long, cracked stairway and onto the warp platform."Link... look at this! Isn't this the seal of the royal family?" Navi floated down to the platform, trying to get the young man's attention.
"Well what do you know...." He trailed off as he noticed it for the first time. "Well I be damned – I wonder what this is for?" The lapis lazuli-eyed youth kneeled slightly as he touched the cool, flat down with a gloved hand.
Then his mission became clear in his mind once again, and snapped back to his full attention. Saria! He gazed up to the ruined remains of the temple, with it's jagged ledges (no doubt where stairs used to be), the creeping vines that trailed and clamored over the weatherworn masonry that seemed to threaten to crumble before his very eyes.
Link of course knew this place – any Kokiri would recognized these ruins – but no one knew who built it or why, not even the know-it-all Mido tried to come up with a reason for the existence. Of course, none of the children every thought of asking the Great Deku Tree – it was one of those childish hindsights that Link kicked himself now for.
His eyes then trailed over to the little tree stump that his friend had always rested on whenever she was in the Sacred Meadow. His heart fell when the young man saw that it was empty – he knew it, but didn't want to believe, but seeing it's barren dried form without the gentle green-haired girl... it was worse then being slapped in the face with an iron gauntlet!
"Link!" The shrill voice nearly screeched as a shadow started to appear on the branch above them.
Sheik scowled slightly as he was spotted. With out pause, he leapt down, and landed in front of the hero of time in a knight's kneel, one hand folded over his chest, head bowed.
With a start, the green-clad youth drew his weapon upon instinct, and slowly relaxed upon recognizing the short figure.
"Sheik!"
The blood-hued orbs looked up as he gracefully rose up to his full (albeit pitiful) height, his mind pondered upon what course of action he shall take – it would be easy to slit his throat, when he was so trusting and vulnerable... and yet it is too easy -- the Sheikah murmured to himself as he moved his hand from the black blade to the soft curve of his lute. "I see that we meet again, Hero of Time." He spoke quietly as he pulled the lute from behind him. "The flow of time is always cruel... Its speed seems different for each person, but no one can change it... A thing that doesn't change with time is a memory of younger days... In order to come back here again, play the Minuet of Forest." The short youth whispered almost song like as the calloused fingers plucked out the soft melody.
Instinctively the Hero of Time took his ocarina to his lips, as he tried to follow the flowing music; eyes slipped closed in serene bliss, letting the Minuet weaved itself around him, and soothed the fear, the concern, and frustration that had boiled and build inside his heart.
Navi flitted and circled the two youth, the fuchsia light grew brighter and dimmer in each measure... something was wrong? But what... what is it about that Sheikah?
Lowering the instrument, Sheik gazed upon the taller youth. "Hero of Time, the temple are infested with foul beasts and treacherous traps – be on an eternal guard, For they contain twists and turns that makes the mind wandered, and shadows to misled you back to where you were – don't let the eyes and fire unnerve you." He whispered low and harsh, as he stepped closer to the destined savior.
Link blinked, as he instinctively took a step away – why... why was he blushing?! He shook his head to clear himself, and then meet the blood-like eyes. "Eyes? Are you trying to tell me what's inside?" He felt the edge of a temper rising in his voice. "Look, you can just tell me what in the netherworld is in there!"
"I can not, Link. For to do so would ensure an even worse method of death then if I were to just merely hint upon your path." Sheik stepped away, his deft, bandaged fingers reached into a concealed pouch.
"Sheik...?" The green-clad hylian started to follow the blue and white- garbed Sheikah.
"Yes? What is it now?" He leapt back from him – almost amused by this.
"I know Ganondorf is vile and cruel, but please... don't be afraid, I'll help you!"
Sheik stared at the warrior in disbelief... then smirked – how can one be so trusting and naïve! "I know – but it is better for us to not be seen openly as allies." He clasped the deku nut. "Huah!"
Fairy and youth yelped as the brilliant flashed seared into their eyes, and blinded them.
Taking advantage of this, the Sheikah boy leap-frog over the hero and into the hedge maze, his breath oddly short for such a simple exercise.
Though his Lord and Master would be furious at this 'release' – he oddly did not care, though as sadistic as his master could be – (and he would know, considering that the Gerudo King tended to make him the whipping boy) – Ganondorf doesn't understand the hunt, and the chase – always too impatient to see the thrill of it all.
Sheik grinned as he unsheathed the black dagger, and tossed it up into the air, assuring himself of its fine balance. Now it would not be any fun – the prey was weak, he had might as well slit the throat of a cow for all its wroth.
"Well, Hero of Time – if you can get through this ruin, then the hunt will truly begin."