Day III
A thought.
The keaton awoke, hours later, to a warm fire. He couldn't move, so he only stared into the flames, his mind still asleep. He loved the warmth of the fire, and the soft red rug beneath, and warmth surrounding him. Only then did he wonder, '…How did I get here?' He moved his head a bit to the left, then looked up. He saw a young man, the same boy that had found him in the desert, though he did not know this. The boy had also fallen asleep in front of the fire, leaning against table post, with his legs crossed, the keaton in his lap. 'He saved me?' wondered the keaton, but soon sleep overcame him again. His ears twitched a little as he burrowed back into the warmth of the boy's pant leg.
The boy awoke, later, after the sun had risen and morning had came. He looked at the keaton in his lap; still sleeping. He started to recall the events of the night before, slowly. He must have gotten lost in his thoughts again, it happened often. The girls and women though it weird, when he would not respond to them at all, then suddenly jump up, breathing heavily. As he dug deeper and deeper into his mind, the small one in his lap started to stir. He pushed his thoughts aside and looked down at the animal, curiosity in his amber eyes. The keaton awoke, and slowly looked up at his savior. The boy looked down at him, noticing that it looked tired; bruised and beaten inside and out. After a minute of staring from the two, the keaton smiled weakly, then rested his head on the boy's arm. They boy smiled, and carefully stood up and, still holding the keaton, walked up a few flights of stairs, then set him down on a bed. His bed.
"…Thank you." The little keaton managed to say. It must have seemed very strange to the lad, an animal talking just like a human would! The boy's first reaction was odd, a small cry of fear escaped his throat, and he jumped back a little. His hands started to shake, as he slowly, but forcefully started to bring them up to cover his ears. "Teiryuu…saru! Saru, saru, saru, dake saru!!" He said, speaking in foreign tougne. The keaton was very surprised by the boy's actions, his slitted eyes widened just a little, but not enough for the boy to take notice. "I meant…no harm!" the keaton pleaded.
The boy looked up again, and at the animal in front of him. "You can talk…" He said, not really a question, but unsure sounding just the same.
"I'm sorry…to bring my burden on you…" The keaton said slowly, his voice fading.
The boy caught his breath, and looked at the keaton, "No…I didn't know that your kind spoke." He said, hiding his relief. "You keaton speak like we do?"
The keaton nodded in reply. "…Yes. Where…is this?"
The boy's eyes suddenly sparked with a childlike curiosity. He was talking to a Keaton, lucky of him! "We're deep in the Gerudo Deserts," He replied.
He, the keaton paused for a moment. 'The Gerudo Desert…' he thought, 'the forbidden lands…but this boy, he seems so friendly…can these people really be that horrible?' He shook the question away as a sharp pain shot through his left hind leg and tail, and he 'yipped' in pain and let his head fall to the bed, not finding the strengh to hold it up. The keaton looked at the curiously attentive boy, and managed a, "…Thank you."
The lad blinked, then walked over to the keaton to help him, "Can I ask," he started, "your name?"
The little keaton smiled again, "Of course. My name is Kaysho."
"Kaysho?" the boy, Ganondorf, repeated, and his eyes grew a little wider. 'Kaysho…Kaysho Kay-sho….I've heard that somewhere before…' he thought quickly, as images started to flash through his mind.
Sing, O Kaysho. Only to demons will the gentle spirit sing.