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They approached the meeting room doors, built into the side of a mountain, carved from the very stone of the mountainside. Terea pushed on them, and walked in. As they walked in, all the white-garbed sheikah turned to look at them, vaguely pointed objects in their hands, but when they realized it was another Sheikah and what looked like a beggar walking in.
"What's this weeks pet Terea? A beggar? We can't even see his face, that collars in the way…" One of the eerily white-clad sheikah said. Terea lowered her mouth wrap. "Celt…" She said, without turning around. "Yes?" He responded with simply. "The sheikah of Termina believe in not keeping anything from each other, it's one of our customs. As long as you're within the land of the Sheikah, you do not conceal your face in company of other Sheikah. They find it disrespectful, so lower your collar." She said, and he nodded, pulling it down, and running a hand through his black hair, clearing it of snowflakes, and slicking it back with the wetness from the water from the snow, exposing the jewel and markings on his forehead.
"Hey, he's kinda cute." A female Sheikah said, but another man, an elderly looking Sheikah, looking panicked. "AN ACCURSED! A CURSED SOUL! CAN'T YOU FEEL HIS EVIL?" And Celt tilted his head in curiosity, his face blank. "Where would you get that idea, sir?" He asked, approaching him, and the elder began to shrink back from him, a look of fear entering his eyes. Celt smiled. "I'm not evil. I prefer misunderstood." He said with a twisted grin, as the man fainted, and some Sheikah looked at him with a new respect, some with scorn.
Terea held back laughter. "Get over here, here's some seats." She said, motioning for him to follow to the opposite side of the chamber. The meeting room was built into the side of the mountain, but the inside of it was wooden, and had torches dimly lighting the hall, with a podium for a speaker, and a table beside, where a bunch of elders and war-hardy looking men and women sat. Behind the pedestal was an ornate fireplace, carved exquisitely, a fire roaring within. There were rows of chairs, many occupied, but one man stood off to the side, of thirty or more years, with a well groomed beard, dark blue eyes, a stern expression, and neat black hair. Like the other Sheikah, he wore no mouth wrap, but he didn't wear hood like the others did.
As Celt walked towards the seat, he noticed the man looking at him. He stared right back at him, directly into his eyes, until a tall man with long blonde hair and gray eyes walked up to the podium. "Ah, well it seems like everyone's here…" He said, scanning the crowd of seated Sheikah with his pupil-less eyes, and they fell on Celt, the only one wearing brown. "And… what seems like someone extra." He said, and he cleared his throat. "Who's the one who has taken full responsibility for taking an outsider into one of our meetings?" He said in a cold voice. Terea glimpsed at him nervously. She stood up.
"Ehem… that would be, Sir." She said, and he sighed. "I should've known it was you Terea." And he looked back to her brother with a evil glare. He twitched. Then he looked to the man that was standing to the side. "Raidell, please escort our guest outside." He said to the man who was standing to the side. "Will do." He said bluntly, walking toward Celt, can grabbing him by the back of his neck, and dragging him outside.
Once outside, he chucked him into the snow, and stood in front of the doors. "Child, what brings you, a Garo, here, into Sheikah lands?" He said, and Celt rubbed his neck, a flicker of anger kicking into them. "Why would you care?" He growled. Raidell rolled his eyes. "Do you want to die?" He said. "How bout you? Because you're getting more and more on my nerves." He said, and Raidell grinned. "Oh really now?" He said, and Celt rolled his eyes, not very much unlike the way Raidell did. "Just move." He said, and He smiled and shook his head. "Gotta move me, boy." He said, and Celt frowned. "If it has to come to that…" He said, pulling up his collar, blades sliding into place in his sleeve, and he charged at the man.
The large man merely stepped out of the way, and Celt had to stop himself from slamming into the door. "Here, let me help you inside." Raidell said, swiftly getting behind him, uncharacteristic of a man of his bulk, and drove his boot into Celts back, pushing him through the doors, and went flying into the main hall. Raidell walked in with a smile. "Sorry about that Sere. C'mon now, out you go." He said to the man with blonde hair, and then grabbed Celt by the boot and dragged him out like a dog, tossing him back into the snow.
"There ya go. Happy now? You got inside. Now stay out." He said, and Celt sat down in the snow sulking. Raidell's smile faded. "What's wrong boy?" He asked Celt, who was acting like a child, sitting in the snow, pouting and sulking, mumbling curses to himself. "Don't like being left out." He said, and Raidell laughed a deep rumble of a laugh that reminded Celt strangely of his home. "Ah, them, they're just sitting there rambling on about how paranoid they are, how they can keep their location secret, their missions confidential, stupid stuff, nothing worth listening." And Celt strangely felt better. "Don't they have a side room or something…? My ass is getting cold…" Celt mumbled, and Raidell laughed again, patting him on the head. "Aye, I'm getting cold myself. Why not we stop by my home for some warmth? They won't notice us gone. They usually prattle on and on for hours on end." He said, and picked up Celt by the shoulders, and stood him up.
"There we go." He said, brushing snow off of his ragged cloak. "Sorry about roughing you up earlier, I wanted to see how strong you were. You're nothing too special, but you seem pretty decent of a fighter. Nowhere to par with me though, I can fight on par with Blondie in there, and he's the General of Defense, the one who keeps invaders out and trains our men." He stated proudly. Celt shot him a cold look. "Who the hell cares?" and Raidell's smile practically fell right off his face. Celt cracked up. "I'm just kidding with you, old man!" He said, playfully punching him on the arm. Raidell grinned. "I bet." He said, sending him flying with a hard punch to the chest, that sent him into the snow.
The punch didn't hurt him at all but it just sent him flying. Raidell seemed like a gentle giant, who knew when to hold back and when to be serious, and Celt seemed to be at ease around him. Was the free world around him filled with people like him? Like Esther and her family? Like Terea? Celt hoped so, and if it was… the curse was well worth breaking. He thought, as he lay in the snow. Raidell walked over. "What, I hit you too hard? Can't get up? Up you go!" He said, lifting him up off the ground yet again. "If ya can't walk, I'll carry ya. You're a small thing, like this person I knew once." He said, seemingly reminiscing. "C'mon, lets get going, I'm freezing." Celt said, and Raidell snapped back to reality. "Oh yeah, alrighty then, to my place!" He said, leading the way.
Celt was amazed at the people he had met so far. If this is what he could sample even while cursed, the world free from curse must be miraculous. Celt concluded, as a new hope entered his soul, lifting his spirits, lightening his outlook. He wondered what next would come to be in little adventure of his…
There you go! Update from the Jonny-Muffin! Hope you enjoyed it, and if you did, then leave me a review, please and thank you! Stay tuned for another chapter later in time, and hope you enjoyed it!