Yogen no Yuyami- Troubled Minds

Chapter- San (Three)

By- Shinda Kiokuryoku


The white stallion plodded on with a slight limp. Its own sweat and the blood of enemies mingled together on his once shiny sliver mane, turning it an ugly reddish brown color. A green glow of poison wolfos blood was slowly working its way up his leg.

Impa wished she had the time to stop and see to the nasty wound, but caution forbid her from dismounting. She hoped that they would make in time to save the horse's leg from the acid blood eating it away. Her bottle of water was uncorked for the third time in an hour. The Niso no Shinda poured the water down her mount's leg and watched the green glow disappear again. Its leg looked as if someone had been rubbing sandpaper against it.

Looking up from her mount's leg she saw a welcome site. The trail she had been looking for was only a hundred yards ahead, and there were people camped beside it. She pulled a shirt out of her pack, changing into it as her legs nudged her tired horse to a faster pace.


Once she had reached the camp, Impa searched for the group of travelers that looks best stocked. Her target was quickly spotted. It was a covered wagon with large crates with "Lon Lon Ranch" and a large cow's head branded into them. A little red haired girl sat on one of the crates. She was singing a strange tune to a chicken egg.

Impa thought this was a little bizarre, but continued to the wagon anyway. Reigning in her tired horse to keep pace with the burdened wagon, the priestess looked over at the two men on the wagon. One was fast asleep, the other mumbling obstinacies to the sleeping man. The woman changed her mind. Perhaps speaking to the girl would be the better idea.

"Girl," she spoke.

The girl suddenly quit her singing, very startled at the voice. She looked over at Impa confused.

"Yes sir?" the girl hummed; then blushed. "Sorry. Ms Sheikah."

"I need bandages. And something to heal wounds. Preferably poison antidote. Do you have any you would sell me?"

"I don't know. Let me ask Papa." The girl got up off the crate and started shaking the sleeping man. "Papa. This Sheikah lady needs bandages and poison antidote for some ouchies."

"Huh? Sheikah lady? Where?" His mustache fluttered as he looked around for the customer. "Oh! There ya're! I'm afred all I gots is mulk. Super Mulk 'tis too."

It took Impa a moment to figure out what "mulk" was. Finally she exclaimed: "Milk? What good will milk, even if it is super, do for poison and bite wounds?"

"Lady, this stuff 'ere gives ya new energa. Twa swallers in each bottle too."

"What about wolfos poisoning? Does it heal that as well?" Impa was skeptical about the man's sanity. Who ever heard of magic milk anyway?

"Yah, yah. 'T only thing it durst not to fix up is dead things. Done't be given it to the redeads ner the poes. Tha drink 'er up n' come fer ya next. Har har har!"

"How much?"

" Thirty rupees."

" Thirty! Are you crazy?"

"Naw. I sell twa cases every mornin' ter ta King n' Princess fer thrice that. Take't er leave it."

"Give me some bandages and I shall buy it. But if it doesn't work I swear I will." She left her threat in midair as she shook her fist at the man. "Here girl. Give the rupees to your father." The little girl passed the money to her father, then handed the bandages and milk to Impa.

"I promise, it really does work," she whispered as her father fell back asleep.


Impa was surprised. The girl was right. "Super Mulk" worked wonders on the sore muscles and head ache she had. He mount's leg looked much better as well. The green flames of the wolfos poison hadn't reappeared for an hour now. He still limped some, but even that was improving.

If she kept up this pace, the castle town would be in view in about an hour. Impa was glad. Her mind kept drifting to pleasantries such as a warm bath. Soon her horse was crossing the bridge to Castletown and they entered into the market.