Here's chapter 5 of A Repeat of Past Events. I haven't been updating very quickly because of writer's block and the fact that I've been playing a lot of Gamecube games recently and going over to friends' houses.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hyrule or anyone that lives there. Nintendo owns the game, and Miyamoto owns the characters. I own Tarin, and a copy of Ocarina of Time.
Tarin sat on one of the standing walls of the building that was under construction, facing the entrance to the village, examining the ocarina Zelda had given him. It was in near-perfect condition for a musical instrument, as far as Tarin could tell. The musicians he had seen in Kakariko had old, worn instruments. The ocarina he held in his hands had no chips, no scratches, nothing except the Triforce design on the mouthpiece. Tarin put the instrument to his lips and blew. A shrill note sounded, and he cringed, but then he blew more softly, and it sounded better. He experimented with other notes, covering the holes in different combinations, until he had worked out a scale that seemed to work.
Suddenly, he saw a blond-haired young man dressed in a brown tunic and pants leaning against the tree in at the entrance. He was playing an ocarina very similar to the one Tarin was holding, and Tarin could hear the tune as clearly as if he were standing right beside the man. Interestingly enough, no one else seemed to be able to hear anything; in fact, Tarin watched a carpenter who was on break walk right past the man with no indication that he had seen anything. It was a soothing tune, a lullaby of some sort. Tarin put his own ocarina to his mouth again and tried to imitate the song being played. His fingers fumbled a bit on the notes, but he managed to get the right ones, although they weren't precisely in time with the young man's playing.
…lullaby…song of the Royal family of Hyrule…
"What?" Tarin could have sworn he had just heard a woman's voice, but he didn't see anyone around or immediately below him. In addition to that, the young man was also nowhere to be found. Tarin frowned.
"This is too weird."
Tarin pushed himself off the wall and hit the ground with a dull thud. He needed to talk to Kira again, this time about the Stones he was supposed to collect. He took the one Zelda had given him out of his pocket and turned it over and over in his hands, wondering who the "close friend" Zelda had been talking about was and whether or not it had anything to do with the blond-haired man he had seen earlier. Had he actually even seen the man, or was he imagining it? Tarin shook his head. Collecting the Stones would mean that Tarin would have to leave the village for a while, something he didn't think Kira would let him do without hesitation.
"They are in the possession of the Goron and Zora tribes. They were given back to them one year ago for safekeeping."
"Gorons live up the mountain, and Zoras live in the river. I should go see the Gorons first." Tarin opened the door to his house and stepped inside.
A few minutes later…Kira turned the green Stone over in her own hands, examining it intently, as if she were searching for something that would reveal it to be, say, a piece of colored glass. She found nothing.
"I've heard of these…the Spiritual Stones," she told Tarin. "The legend goes that if the right person has all three stones in the right place, something incredible will happen."
"Really?" Tarin sat up. He had been lying on the floor, tracing patterns into the floor with the tip of his tail. "Does it say who the person is? Or where they need to take the stones?"
"No, silly. I suppose only the goddesses know who or where." She looked at Tarin and raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
"Uh…n-no reason." He had conveniently "forgotten" to tell her about Zelda's request, saying that Malon had given him the green stone as a thank you for waking up her father. He decided that he would have to sneak up the mountain.
"You should keep this in a safe place," Kira instructed Tarin, handing the stone back. She ruffled his hair and went outside. Two minutes later, Tarin heard her shouting.
"My cuccos have escaped!"
Tarin wondered why she kept cuccos if she was allergic to them. He sighed and went back outside.
That night…Tarin slipped out and shut the front door as quietly as he could and headed for the gate that led up to Death Mountain. He had a small pack with him, containing his slingshot, some Deku nuts, a canteen of water, some food, and a coil of rope. Once he arrived at the gate, he was pleased to see that someone had failed to close it. Usually, the gate was closed all night to deter practical joker Gorons who would try to roll down the mountain and through the village. Luck was on Tarin's side.
Tarin started up the path, which was very steep and littered with large boulders. Those were also there to deter the Gorons, but they didn't help much, since Gorons could easily aavoid them, even while rolling. Tarin weaved around the boulders. After about 10 minutes of walking, Tarin reached higher ground, where the path ran into a cave straight ahead and split continued on up the mountain to the right. Tarin took the path up. 10 more minutes later, he was standing in front of the entrace to the Goron city, panting slightly. The gate here was also open, but it seemed to be guarded by two speckled rocks. Tarin approached one of the rocks and prodded it. Nothing happened. He moved over to the other rock and prodded it. It made a growling noise, and Tarin jumped backwards. He turned and ran past the open gate and into the tunnel leading to the city.
Yes, I have ended this chapter in an odd place. This chapter actually comes in two parts. The second part shall come soon. Review please! Thanks.