Well, here we go again! I couldn't review reply last time, but I'm guessing I'll be able to this round of replies. Yeah. Hmm… not much to say here. XD eventually, the author notes are just going to disappear… anyway, story time! Hope you guys enjoy it!
Celt felt his head resting against a soft pillow. He also heard voices, and drifted between sleep and consciousness. "You mean to say you just randomly found him in the middle of Ikana? Half dead, and then you got into a fight with him, and decided to take him into our settlement? What's wrong with you, Terea?" A male voice asked, and another voice answered, after a slight pause. "… Even if you are my superior, and my brother, I don't have to explain myself to you, just hold responsibility for him. It'll be fun. Like a pet almost." She said to the man, with an edge of humor in her voice. He sighed. "Whatever, just don't get in trouble or it'll be my nuts the elder will have, no one else's." He said, and there were the sounds of footsteps, and then the sound of a door closing shut.
Celt sat up, his vision blurred. "Why did you spare me?" He asked right off. Terea chuckled. "You don't waste any time, huh?" She asked, and sat down. "I dunno. I just didn't feel like killing you…" She said, and Celt struggled to get out of bed, and stood up, and bowed to her. "Thank you… I owe you my life." He managed to choke out, his wound still plaguing him. He then lost his balance, and nearly fell, and Terea caught him, and scowled. "You idiot, you haven't healed yet, get back in bed!" She said, and he stood there, blinking. This was the first time in a long while anyone had actually showed concern for him. His family never did, maybe his mother, but he couldn't remember from that far back.
Not even his sister showed that she cared. He knew she did… but she never showed it. He remembered the days as a child, when he would go out into the rain, the infrequent torrential downpours that struck Ikana randomly throughout time. He would play out in the rain, by himself, and imagine he was in another world, a more wonderful world. He would then walk inside, and his sister would be sitting there, staring at him calmly with a distant look in her eyes, but never got him something to dry off with, and never reprimanded him for being out in the rain, just watched him, and arranged assignments for herself to keep the home running. She became something close to a mother to Celt, taking care of the home, but never uttering a word of love to him. All this flooded to him, as he stood there, eyes distant.
"Sit." She said, applying pressure to his shoulder, making him sit down. "I don't want you dying on me." She said, and he sat down. He realized he wasn't wearing his cloak, or shirt under it, and had heavy bandages wrapped across his chest, covering the top of his torso. "Thank you." He said, and bowed his head. She blinked. "Erm, you don't need to thank me…" She said, a sheepish grin spreading across her face as she ran a hand through her long bangs, moving it out of the way. Her mouth wasn't taped over anymore, and she had a serene grace about her face, quietly beautiful. He was staring at her, and she noticed this after a while, and began to blush. "What?" And he shrugged. "Nothing…" He said, as he threw on a tunic, and his cloak, and grabbed his blades. She looked at him strangely.
"Do you not get when I said rest?" She asked, and he merely shrugged. "I'm really not of any use resting." He said, his eyes taciturn, showing no pain, or life, compared to when he battled her. Then, his eyes were roaring with the will to live, and a burning hatred burned deep within them too… she wondered where it all went. "You're of no use injured either." She said, and he blinked. "I'm perfectly able right now, I can barely feel my wound." He said, and she sighed. "Whatever. If you die, it's not my fault." She said, and he nodded.
Celt was curious to what the Sheikah had always done with their lives, living freely, without the curse of bondage upon them. What had they done with their lives in these years of ignorance of what they did to us? He thought, and Terea inched towards the door, creeped out by his contemplativeness, and the fact he kept staring at her when he did think. "Yeah… I'm going to go to a Sheikah meeting now…" She said, and he nodded. "Alright, I'll come with." He said, and she shook her head. "No, you can't." She said. "Why not?" He asked bluntly. She rolled her eyes. "Ok, I'm going to a Sheikah meeting." She said, and he nodded slowly. "I, Sheikah. You, Garo." She said.
There was a slight pause. "I'm not following… what are you getting at?" And she nearly fell down from exasperation. "IT MEANS YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO COME!" She said, and he shrugged. "I don't care, and if anyone says otherwise, I'll just kill them." He said, and she twitched. Mainly because she believed him. "Fine then, I'll lead the way." She said, pulling up her mouth wrap as she left the sheikah settlement, and began to walk from the barren lands into more snowy lands. She looked behind herself. Now was a perfect opportunity for her to lose him. She began to run at break neck speeds, weaving in and out of Celt's visibility. He stood there, blinking. "Where could she be going?" He asked himself, and he pulled up his collar around the lower half of his face, and made a hand seal. "Shadow step." He said to himself, and everything around him darkened, and everything became a blur to his eyes.
Terea stopped running, out of breath. She was a good ways away from Celt. It was a mean thing to do, leaving him out in the middle of the snowy tundra, but she had to for the time being. If he could endure that wound for as long as he did, she was sure the frost wouldn't get to him. She began walking towards the meetinghouse, wearing white Sheikah garb, to blend in with the snowy surroundings. She felt a hand tapping her shoulder. She whirled around. It was Celt, draped in his tattered brown cloak, the collar pulled up past his mouth, his cobalt blue eyes placid as usual.
"Why did you try and ditch me?" He asked, and she twitched. "Because you're not supposed to come with me to the meeting! It's for Sheikah only! What if you leak some of the info heard within to others? I'm pretty screwed in that case." She said, and he blinked. "I wasn't going to tell anyone." He said, and she blinked. "Why didn't you just tell me, idiot?" She said, and he shrugged. "You never asked." He said, and she held back the urge to punch him. "Well, just follow me, and shut up." She said, walking ahead of him. He nodded, following silently, interested at this white powder. He had never seen it before. As he walked, he thought back to his childhood, and he remembered his mother, for the first time.
"Hey, Celt, come with me, I want to show you something!" A tall woman with flowing black hair said, dark eyes glowing with warmth. Celt was young, maybe six years old. "Ok mummy…" He said silently, and she wrapped a warm cloak around him, throwing on her own black cloak. She picked him up, and carried him outside. It was extremely cold, and there was a cold wind picking up, and he snuggled close to his mother, who smiled at him. After a while of walking through a canyon tunnel, they were lead to a spring, water pouring from the canyon wall, from the mountains nearby. The cold wind was catching the water spraying from the spring, the water freezing as it was carried around the spring by the wind.
The effect on Celt was amazing. These small pure white flakes that fell from the sky in the secluded spring hidden in this canyon amazed him. The grass that grew around the spring of sparkling water was covered with a fine layer of frost, and Celt played with his mother near that spring, eventually sitting down besides it. "Celt, if you ever want to be with me, just come to this spring. I'm always here…" She said, and he looked to his mother. "Always?" He asked, and she smiled warmly. "Always." And Celt was ripped from his newfound memory, as he brain felt like it was being set on fire as he fell face first into the snow, clenching his forehead. He felt a searing sensation spread across his forehead, but after a while, it went away. Terea looked concerned. "You ok?" She asked, and he stood up. "Yeah… I'm ok… I think…" He said, and she noticed black markings spreading from the gem on his forehead branching across his forehead gently.
"Where those markings on your forehead there before?" She asked, and he ran a hand across his forehead. "There were none before… there are now?" He asked, and she nodded. He put the thought aside. "Doesn't matter… let's just go to the meeting place." He said, and she nodded, noting the stern look embodying his eyes, as she led the way to the meeting place. Celt looked to the sky, as he walked. Did the memory have any connection with the pain in his head? He also wondered where his sister was… was she searching for him? … Or would she forget about him like she did mom and dad, never going out to look for them? Maybe he would do that while he was out here… look for his parents… and then they'd all go back to Ikana, and get Raeth, and break the curse… as a family.
Wahahahah! Asemi longchapter! (longer thanmy others by a little around 200 words XD)Although I got stumped in the middle of it, It's a tad pointless at certain parts… but hell, I don't think anyone will care XD Well, I hope you enjoyed it, leave me a review, and stay tuned for the next chapter! See you all then!