This is a somewhat dirty chappie... read if you wish... i'm kinda embarrassed about this particular one anyway...

The Age of Twisted Objectives

I, Ragon, Kirjava's older brother have never seen her for 10 years. I have an unusually strong sense of sight. I find it quite odd... Though it has never failed me, I feel there is a reason to why I have this sight... more than material objects...

That night, we rode on until we reached the vast ocean... There, we camped... Though Kirjava had already given Edagen half of her anger... she had walked up to him and brought him close to her body. Wist, our brother, had stood up at this sight. I whispered:

"Kirjava has something on her mind... Let's watch."

Wist also had a keen sense of sight, and we quietly sat in the darkness. Edagen was shocked for a moment, and soon put his arms around her waist. Kirjava whispered:

"I'm sorry about my outburst earlier, Edagen."

He replied:

"I see why you could be angered. Kirjava, I'm-"

She put her finger to his lips, and said:

"I'll make it up to you..."

He pulled her closer, and we easily saw the look of discomfort on Kirjava's face. Then as he leaned in for a kiss, we saw Kirjava turn her head. It caused him to peck her on her cheek, He smiled, picked her up and walked to his tent. When he turned we saw Kirjava reach for his... Dagger. She pulled it out slowly, and unsheathed it.

She put it up to him, but he ignored it. Edagen whispered some of the old language and the dagger fell to the ground like broken glass. Still holding Kirjava, he whispered:

"We don't want to do that now do we Kirjava? I know what you want..."

His hold around her was tight, and as she struggled out of his arms, he leaned in again. To my amusement she bit his shoulder. He released his hold, while blood dripped down. I stifled a laugh when I saw her teeth marks on his shoulder. He yelled at her... Though there was surprise in his voice, as well as his love. Kirjava had a hard fall to the floor, but managed to walk to us. She left him bleeding.

She looked at us, shrugged and said:

"At least I tried."

On the previous nights, she had been sitting away from us. I had asked her what she was doing. Evidently, she was planning some way to murder him, and avenge our parents. Wist and I had tried to tell her that a murder would be on her hands, and if she killed him they wouldn't come back.

Kirjava was being stubborn, like in the years before. She looked at us one more time, and I saw the same look she gave me when she wanted something.

She was going to kill him no matter how long it was going to take.

In a couple of nights, I knew we would be approaching the Gerudo village. There would be the Evil One... The one who wanted Kirjava... I want to do something about this... But I didn't want to risk my life for it. Though I remember the last things our mother said to us:

"Ragon there will be a time where you will have to choose look into the deeper meaning of what you see... Wist if you believe in your own power, you will help others... Powerful you may be, Kirjava, but even the most powerful have mercy..."

I thought about this when we rode on through the desert. For some odd reason, Kirjava now wore a cloak. Unfortunately for us, the bridge across the ravine had broken. I believe that I am the only one who knows that two of the servants are the ones who are breaking the bridge. It was only to keep people out of the dangers of the Gerudo grasslands.

Edagen had been riding uneasily for quite a time now... I had considered ramming him into the ravine... But, decided against it.

Only one day's ride away from the Gerudo village, I somehow knew that Kirjava was going to try to kill him again.

I had faked being in a deep slumber, and waited for Kirjava to awaken. Upon hearing her rise, I slowly and quietly rose and followed her. This wasn't like her, she wasn't ever so fixated on something like this.

I walked up to the front of her, put my hands on her shoulders and looked to her face. She looked away, and I gently shook her and asked:

"Kirjava, what is wrong with you? You've never been so fixated on anything so strongly. What's bothering you."

She muttered:

"I can't tell you."

I held my patience and ordered:

"Kirjava, look at me."

Her head slowly turned, and I saw now why she had been wearing a cloak. Her face was hollow and sunken in. She was disheveled and tired. She kept her eyes down, and when she looked up they were a duller violet. When I looked into her eyes, I saw what our mother had meant. Kirjava just said:

"Let me go, just let me do what I want."

I whispered:

"Kirjava..."

She struggled out of my hold, and whined:

"Just let me go, please... Ragon..."

I grabbed her arm and said:

"You still love him."

i'm running outta already prepared chappies.... hehehe --;;. i only have one left. though i just finished one last night...

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