Eyes Have Words Too
He walked for what seemed to be days, deep into the desert. He saw the bombchu guy in the distance, but paid him no heed.
He soon came upon a strange stone alter of some kind. He found an entrance, leading down inside. He didn't really care where it went. Any place was great, as long as he got out of the accursed sand storm.
While inside, he wondered at how he missed this on the way to the fortress. As he descended the cold stairs, he heard a bizarre scratching noise. He had heard it before in the Spirit Temple, but he couldn't remember. He found a small torch in the dark and managed to light it. But no sooner did the flame light, then a gold skulltula leapt off of the wall at the unsuspecting youth.
He knew that screaming would do him no good, or work in general. So, he sidestepped the beast and drew his boomerang.
While the monster was still stunned, he climbed the stairs back up and into the sands. When he reached the top, he wondered if there was a way to get on top of the rocks. He eventually found a ramp, giving him a better view of the land. He saw that through the now dying sand storm, there was a way back to the desert colossus. He hopped down and took off.
He sighed as he entered between the stone cliffs. He took his time, knowing full well he was now safe. The area leevers didn't grow very large due to the sacred soil mixed with the sand. As he pressed on, he saw some cracks in the cliff face he had hadn't before. It was strange, because he had been around here often. Maybe he had just never paid attention.
It didn't matter anyway, he was more curious than suspicious. So, naturally, he investigated. He ran his fingers along the cracks, trying to find where and why the face was in such a condition.
He found a hollow spot near the bottom. He wondered if he could break it. But not having anything explosive, he ran over to the temple. He knew that bomb flowers grew in certain spots in there. Once he found one. He pried it out with his boomerang and sprinted out to the cliff.
He didn't know why he was so desperate to get in, but it definitely was not all by his attempts. The bomb flower's fuse had run out before he got there, but it didn't go off until he had placed the flower and moved away.
The plant detonated with a mighty blast. The settling sand and rock debris gave way to a dark cave back into the plateau. He felt some strange force pulling at him to go inside. He didn't resist in the slightest. He walked for far too long to still be within the plateau. This was just an ordinary cave, wasn't it? He would have been out the other side of the plateau by now. But he kept on walking.
A warm glow began to shine around him as he entered a seemingly endless room. The walls gave way to thin fountains with an endless night behind them. A shrine rested in the midst of the room. A large triangle with three smaller ones in it was painted on the floor just in front of some pool of some kind.
He stepped up to the pool, but as soon as he touched the triangles on the floor, they began to glow. A high chime echoed out of nowhere, followed by a giggle. And without warning, a woman sprung out from the pool, though it was only three of four inches deep.
A woman yes, but she was no Gerudo. Her light, pale skin shone in the light. She was somewhat dressed in vines. They where all over her body, even parts of her hair. "Welcome, prince Shikotsu," the woman said with a grin.
He stood there not moving a muscle; his eyes wide open.
"You're wondering how I know your name, aren't you? I know everything about you, and even why you cannot reply, you poor child. I am the great fairy of magic. I have come to end your suffering, dear child. I can heal your wounds, but I can also give you back the ability to speak, if you wish me to."
A smirk slid across his face in disbelief. He realized that she wasn't kidding. Half hoping she would do what she spoke of; he nodded yes to her.
She lifted her hands above her head gently, a small purple sphere of light appeared above his head. From it sounded the voices of the goddesses. The chime from the fairy's arrival returned. A melody so sweet and pure, his eyes began to tear. The fairy lowered her arms slowly, and as she did, the light lowered to Shikotsu's head. It passed through his eyes causing them to glow in the same violet hue...He stood there stiff as the magic pulsed through his body and mind, unable to move.
"My work here is done. Now whenever you look into one's eyes, you can speak to that person, but without a sound...Farwell, young prince."
After her act was done, she sank back into the pool, giggling all the way.
Shikotsu's body relaxed, he stepped over to the pool and gazed into his own reflection. He appeared the same, the wound still bore itself in his neck, but his eyes glowed a light purple. He turned, and walked to the cave entrance, shaking his head.
"At least my neck doesn't hurt anymore." He thought to himself. Once he stepped out of the cave, the rubble and debris from the bomb, started to rattle and move. They piled up and reformed the rock face that was there earlier. He really didn't know what to think.
After realizing that it was getting dark again, he ran over to the temple to see if Nabooru had arrived. He stopped short of the entryway, trying to think of how to explain. He looked to his side, seeing a guay.
He wondered. "Will the fairy's spell only work on people? If it'll even work at all."
He tuned to his side, facing the perched fowl. He focused his eyes on the bird. He stood there for what seemed to be forever. Not moving, not thinking, only doubting. He scoffed at the notion. But when he flinched to turn away...
"What's the matter? Aren't you going to say anything?"
The voice rang in his head, clear as day. He froze, thinking that someone discovered him. He span around to his flank, only to see the empty desert.
"What's wrong with you boy? I'm over here."
His eyes crept to the stone the bird was perched on. It sat there, flustered, flapping its wings.
"There you go! Here I am. Now, what did you want?"
The bird's voice so clear, yet there was nary a sound. He walked up to the fowl reluctantly.
"A...are you talking to me?" He said, or at least he thought he did.
"Why of course boy. Now, what do you want?" The bird asked impatiently. "Why did you summon me?"
"Uh...Yeah, I guess I did. Sorry. I just wanted to see if I could speak with you."
"???" The bird cocked his head in confusion. "I'll never understand your kind. But it was interesting to actually speak with one for a change."
And with that, he flew off cawing out his farewell.
Alone Shikotsu stood there. His own head cocked the side, with a sweat drop sliding down his temple. "Well, I guess I can speak again..."
Shaking his head once more, he proceeded inside. He hoped onto the elevator, and headed to Nabooru's chambers. He pushed the door open with a light creak. He didn't see anyone.
He stepped in, closing the door behind. He ventured to the window, but before he made it there, he heard a faint voice from the shadows.
"Kid, you're alright. Good. I had hoped that you would make it here."
It was Nabooru. He would of given her a hug, but he looked in fear at her torn clothes and bloody bandages.
He gazed into her eyes, nearly crying, lowering his head to the floor.
"What's wrong kid? Are you all right?"
He looked up once more, crying this time. She stumbled back...as a voice seemed to echo in her mind, coming from all directions.
"What!?! Who's there? Were are you?" She cried as she desperately looked around the room. A look of fear came across her face.
"Nabooru, calm down. It's me, Shikotsu."
Her fear now turned to wonder as she looked at him. His eyes glowed a bizarre violet. He stared back, with eyes full of such expression, sadness, and magic.
He walked for what seemed to be days, deep into the desert. He saw the bombchu guy in the distance, but paid him no heed.
He soon came upon a strange stone alter of some kind. He found an entrance, leading down inside. He didn't really care where it went. Any place was great, as long as he got out of the accursed sand storm.
While inside, he wondered at how he missed this on the way to the fortress. As he descended the cold stairs, he heard a bizarre scratching noise. He had heard it before in the Spirit Temple, but he couldn't remember. He found a small torch in the dark and managed to light it. But no sooner did the flame light, then a gold skulltula leapt off of the wall at the unsuspecting youth.
He knew that screaming would do him no good, or work in general. So, he sidestepped the beast and drew his boomerang.
While the monster was still stunned, he climbed the stairs back up and into the sands. When he reached the top, he wondered if there was a way to get on top of the rocks. He eventually found a ramp, giving him a better view of the land. He saw that through the now dying sand storm, there was a way back to the desert colossus. He hopped down and took off.
He sighed as he entered between the stone cliffs. He took his time, knowing full well he was now safe. The area leevers didn't grow very large due to the sacred soil mixed with the sand. As he pressed on, he saw some cracks in the cliff face he had hadn't before. It was strange, because he had been around here often. Maybe he had just never paid attention.
It didn't matter anyway, he was more curious than suspicious. So, naturally, he investigated. He ran his fingers along the cracks, trying to find where and why the face was in such a condition.
He found a hollow spot near the bottom. He wondered if he could break it. But not having anything explosive, he ran over to the temple. He knew that bomb flowers grew in certain spots in there. Once he found one. He pried it out with his boomerang and sprinted out to the cliff.
He didn't know why he was so desperate to get in, but it definitely was not all by his attempts. The bomb flower's fuse had run out before he got there, but it didn't go off until he had placed the flower and moved away.
The plant detonated with a mighty blast. The settling sand and rock debris gave way to a dark cave back into the plateau. He felt some strange force pulling at him to go inside. He didn't resist in the slightest. He walked for far too long to still be within the plateau. This was just an ordinary cave, wasn't it? He would have been out the other side of the plateau by now. But he kept on walking.
A warm glow began to shine around him as he entered a seemingly endless room. The walls gave way to thin fountains with an endless night behind them. A shrine rested in the midst of the room. A large triangle with three smaller ones in it was painted on the floor just in front of some pool of some kind.
He stepped up to the pool, but as soon as he touched the triangles on the floor, they began to glow. A high chime echoed out of nowhere, followed by a giggle. And without warning, a woman sprung out from the pool, though it was only three of four inches deep.
A woman yes, but she was no Gerudo. Her light, pale skin shone in the light. She was somewhat dressed in vines. They where all over her body, even parts of her hair. "Welcome, prince Shikotsu," the woman said with a grin.
He stood there not moving a muscle; his eyes wide open.
"You're wondering how I know your name, aren't you? I know everything about you, and even why you cannot reply, you poor child. I am the great fairy of magic. I have come to end your suffering, dear child. I can heal your wounds, but I can also give you back the ability to speak, if you wish me to."
A smirk slid across his face in disbelief. He realized that she wasn't kidding. Half hoping she would do what she spoke of; he nodded yes to her.
She lifted her hands above her head gently, a small purple sphere of light appeared above his head. From it sounded the voices of the goddesses. The chime from the fairy's arrival returned. A melody so sweet and pure, his eyes began to tear. The fairy lowered her arms slowly, and as she did, the light lowered to Shikotsu's head. It passed through his eyes causing them to glow in the same violet hue...He stood there stiff as the magic pulsed through his body and mind, unable to move.
"My work here is done. Now whenever you look into one's eyes, you can speak to that person, but without a sound...Farwell, young prince."
After her act was done, she sank back into the pool, giggling all the way.
Shikotsu's body relaxed, he stepped over to the pool and gazed into his own reflection. He appeared the same, the wound still bore itself in his neck, but his eyes glowed a light purple. He turned, and walked to the cave entrance, shaking his head.
"At least my neck doesn't hurt anymore." He thought to himself. Once he stepped out of the cave, the rubble and debris from the bomb, started to rattle and move. They piled up and reformed the rock face that was there earlier. He really didn't know what to think.
After realizing that it was getting dark again, he ran over to the temple to see if Nabooru had arrived. He stopped short of the entryway, trying to think of how to explain. He looked to his side, seeing a guay.
He wondered. "Will the fairy's spell only work on people? If it'll even work at all."
He tuned to his side, facing the perched fowl. He focused his eyes on the bird. He stood there for what seemed to be forever. Not moving, not thinking, only doubting. He scoffed at the notion. But when he flinched to turn away...
"What's the matter? Aren't you going to say anything?"
The voice rang in his head, clear as day. He froze, thinking that someone discovered him. He span around to his flank, only to see the empty desert.
"What's wrong with you boy? I'm over here."
His eyes crept to the stone the bird was perched on. It sat there, flustered, flapping its wings.
"There you go! Here I am. Now, what did you want?"
The bird's voice so clear, yet there was nary a sound. He walked up to the fowl reluctantly.
"A...are you talking to me?" He said, or at least he thought he did.
"Why of course boy. Now, what do you want?" The bird asked impatiently. "Why did you summon me?"
"Uh...Yeah, I guess I did. Sorry. I just wanted to see if I could speak with you."
"???" The bird cocked his head in confusion. "I'll never understand your kind. But it was interesting to actually speak with one for a change."
And with that, he flew off cawing out his farewell.
Alone Shikotsu stood there. His own head cocked the side, with a sweat drop sliding down his temple. "Well, I guess I can speak again..."
Shaking his head once more, he proceeded inside. He hoped onto the elevator, and headed to Nabooru's chambers. He pushed the door open with a light creak. He didn't see anyone.
He stepped in, closing the door behind. He ventured to the window, but before he made it there, he heard a faint voice from the shadows.
"Kid, you're alright. Good. I had hoped that you would make it here."
It was Nabooru. He would of given her a hug, but he looked in fear at her torn clothes and bloody bandages.
He gazed into her eyes, nearly crying, lowering his head to the floor.
"What's wrong kid? Are you all right?"
He looked up once more, crying this time. She stumbled back...as a voice seemed to echo in her mind, coming from all directions.
"What!?! Who's there? Were are you?" She cried as she desperately looked around the room. A look of fear came across her face.
"Nabooru, calm down. It's me, Shikotsu."
Her fear now turned to wonder as she looked at him. His eyes glowed a bizarre violet. He stared back, with eyes full of such expression, sadness, and magic.