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"Sheik's where?"
"He left you alone!"
"You sent him through the wastelands by himself?"
"Impa, Link please calm down." Zelda pleaded, her attendant and the Hero giving her a slight headache. "There was no time to waste and he knows the wastelands as well as most of the Gerudo. Besides the Castle is well protected and there is no immediate danger. What did you find at the Lake?"
"Flooded. If the water level rise's any more the Scientist will have to abandon his lab" Impa grimaced inwardly, the memory of the lake dulling her urge to pummel her apprentice.
"It was quite too, no birds, bugs or even fish. Ruto was pretty freaked out"
Zelda's frown deepened at the news. Impa and Link now faced her, Impa's expression blank, but Link's eyes gave away his concern. For the past few months Impa and Link had been spending large amounts of time together. Her ability to control her emotions was beginning to rub off on the Hero of Time.
"What would you have us do?" Impa asked, braking Zelda's train of though.
"Link, go to the Gerudo fortress and wait for Sheik. Impa I want you to come with me" She said as she stood from her throne, and waved her hand signally for all the guards to leave. Then once they were alone she moved to the wall behind that was adorned with heavy velvet curtains.
"Tell me Impa, what do you know of the Sowka" the Queen asked as she pulled the dark blue material out of her way to reveal a small wooden door.
"A made up race of warriors, Used to motivate Sheikah children, especially the younger girls." Impa said as she arched a silver eyebrow, In all of her years in the palace she had never seen the door before. She followed the Queen, ducking through the door and down a dark spiral stair case. The steps were small, and made of stone that was unlike the rest of the castles.
The stair case lead to a long hallway, that had the occasional torch that would alight itself as the Queen moved near it. The hallway ended and in front of them a large room. The walls were covered in painted figures. The wall to the right covered in tall, broad woman, tanned skin with bright red hair and eyes. To the left were shorter women with fair skin, all with dark green hair and eyes. They were much shorter then the women across from them, making them maybe a foot or so taller then the Kokiri.
On the wall in front the women with dark blue hair and eyes stood. In the centre of this wall there were three figures, with silver hair and white eyes. On each of the foreheads of the glowing women were strange symbols. Above the silver women where three balls of light. Red, Blue, and Green.
"When I was a child my grandmother once told me a story about a race of warriors hidden within the centre of this land. Their ties to the goddess's undeniable and their strength, knowledge, and courage beyond anything the land had ever known." Zelda said as she walked closer to the glowing figures.
"They were the keepers of Mecca, a city made by the goddess's, that was said had a hidden room within one of the temples that you could talk to the holy triad. After many, many years the land had forgotten them, thinking a place with so much power had to be a myth. The story ends with Mecca and all of the Sowka being swallowed alive by darkness. With Mecca and all the Sowka's power the darkness then would spread and swallow all of this world."
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The crackling fire and wind beating against stone walls awoke Nyx from her sleep. Her eyes opened slowly, taking her new surrounding. She was in a large room, with two large snake statues covered in Hylian writing saying something about the purity of a child and silver hands. In between the Snakes was a small staircase. She was next to a small fire to the far right of the room and across from her a sleeping figure. To the far left of the room was the black station and another horse, that from where she sat looked dark grey. She slowly sat up, biting back a groan, and reached up to hold her head. She managed to cross her leg, then wrapped her sand covered cloak tighter around herself. She frowned when she noticed an empty bottle.
She remembered racing through the desert, and the phantoms that plagued her. Whether they her own or the ones that haunted this wasteland she didn't care. Even now she could see the faces, covered in blood, taunting her. Cursing her.
She couldn't argue with them, but it was the face of her sister that had caused her to fall, although she couldn't remember if it was fatigue that caused her black out or an actual injury. She faintly remembered falling to the sand, then moment later being lifted and carried somewhere. She eyes fell onto the man that laid across from her.
Sheikah, needles hidden under wraps on right arm, daggers in chest wraps. No armor, magical or otherwise.
She wouldn't be able to beat him, but if she was lucky she might be able to loss him in the sandstorm. Her eyes narrowed at the Sheikah. Either he was extremely stupid to travel with so little on him or smart enough that he didn't need it. He was leaning against the wall, obviously not meaning to fall asleep. Traditional Sheikah uniform, the almost skin tight blue and white uniform covered in bandages with the tearing eye on the front. Nyx studied his lean muscular form, making mental notes on his likely speed strength and agility. Most of his blond hair was hidden under his bandaged head, his face hidden behind a white cowl and hair. Leaving only a closed eye visible.
Sheikah and their cowls.
Nyx pulled her hood over her face, and let her mind search the area around her. Keese's accompanied by an Armos a few rooms south of where she was, and an Iron Knuckle that hadn't been made aware of their presence. Outside hidden in the sand were Leever' s and Guay's, farther out in the wasteland Poe's where waiting for them and a dormant fairy fountain. To the far north of the temple was a great fairy fountain.
Nyx opened her eyes and rose shakily to her feet, thanking the goddess's that the Sheikah hadn't seen this moment of weakness. She figured she had an hour or two until the worst of the storm was on them, and all the desert dwelling creatures would be too busy trying to find shelter then to bother her. She silently moved along the wall and out the tunnel entrance of the temple. Once outside she looked up to the sky and had to fight back a gasp.
The sky was littered with stars, as far as she could see. Even before the darkness began its assault on Mecca the sky had been obstructed by the tall towers of the temples and the mountains to the north, and the thick enchanted forest that hide the city. A moment later Nyx tore her eyes away from the sky and made her way to the dried up pond and stood on the small rock at its edge.
"Hacken gormen vacka canoun."
As soon as the words left her lips small balls of light appeared, and soon the empty pond was filled with shimmering water. Nyx moved closer to the water and knelt at its edge. Once the water had settled she reached out and placed the tips of her fingers into the water. She lowered her head and closed her eyes.
"Venar haethen nemena Nayru"
"I am glad to see you my child."
Nyx opened her eyes, surprised to hear the goddess speaking in a common tongue. Before her, hovering in the centre of the shimmering water was a glowing figure. The blue light that was emitted from the goddess light reflected off the water, making it look as if it was on fire.
"I apologize for calling on you in such a place but I need your guidance."
"Tell me what worries you." the figure said, it's voice filled with warmth.
Shame filled the Sowka. Calling on a Goddess outside the city was unheard of, but to do so out in the open in an unblessed place was a crime punishable by death.
"My soul is troubled. I know doubting your judgement is foolish but"
"You want to know why you were chosen. So do all who are picked to bear the burden Destiny deals them. Ease your troubled heart, you will understand when the time comes."
As soon as the words left the glowing figure she had disappeared. The corners of Nyx's mouth dipped, forming a small frown.
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Dull pain throbbed though Sheik's back as he pulled himself up. Mentally cursing himself for falling sleep in the first place. The noise that had awoken him was getting closer, a heavy thumping sound coming from the depths of the Temple. Quickly he scanned the room and cursed again when noticing the cloaked figures absence. Sheik silently moved to hide behind a one of the large snack statues hoping the element of surprise would be enough to defeat whatever was making its way towards him. Readying his daggers, he silently wished he had brought a larger weapon with him.
The storm was just outside the temple now, the howling wind that beat against the Temple almost drowning out the steady footsteps of what Sheik presumed to be an Iron Knuckle. The only other creature that would make such noise's would be a Moblin which could never survive in the desert. What worried the Sheikah was what had awoken the dead warrior. He frowned darkly behind his cowl, and prayed to the goddess's that he wouldn't find the dead body of the Sowka somewhere in the Temple.
That's if I live to search the Temple.
Soon the Iron Knuckle was in Sheik's sight, making its way slowly towards the horse's. Moving out from behind the statue, Sheik ran to the monster, slashing it from behind twice. His thin blades easily hitting it between its large pieces of armor. Then again as it turned making it howl out in pain. As the iron Knuckle swung its huge hammer he ducked, landing another blow. Sheik dived back out of its range and waited for it to swing again, jumped onto it hammer, running up the weapon and kicking off the Iron Knuckle's helmet. Then he jumped over to land gracefully behind, getting another two hits.
Sheik leaped back as the Iron Knuckle stood and began move towards him. Movement from the other side of the room caught his eye, distracting him momentarily from the creature in front of him. Pain shot through his side as hammer connected with his side, throwing him across the room and slamming into a wall. The last thing he saw before passing out was the monster falling. Standing over it a hooded figure, the Iron Knuckles spine dangling from her hand.
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