Celt began pulling down book after book. What was this quarrel the two founders held? Why was it always hinted at and whispered about in the shadows of ancient lore? Thinking about it now, he had realized that Blank and a few other aged Garo had mentioned the founders. He ran his hand through his hair instinctively, as he thought, opening books, throwing them down on the dusty desk, as Athos' memories flashed through his head, and he realized this was his library. As he searched the books, they all hinted at the name of the founder of the Sheikah... he needed to know that name, he needed to clarify what he saw in his dreams so often. He needed to know what really happened between that Sheik and Garo.
...Augustana.
The battle flashed through his head as he discovered the name of the Sheikah founder, with dialogue, with emotion, with the pain of those who were killed in the civil war between Augustana's men and Garo's fanatical followers.
...The two were lovers. Garo was corrupted by the idea of such power sitting at his feet, when all he had wanted was love. And in the end, he killed his love, and broke his wedding vows, and thats how he had damned all of the Garo. He had caused strife, death, bloodshed, and tears. He had killed his lover in the pursuit of power... Celt was almost ashamed of his own race. But now, Celt understood it all.
He understood the Cataclysm, the Curse, the Twisted, the Sheikah, the Garos, Garo and Augustana, his parents. He even thought he understood how to break the curse itself.The books laid on the desk, Celt lurched over them, drenched in a cold sweat. Then, he left the library, and kneeled besides his godfather, his cousin Sere, and prayed for his mother, and his aunt. Afterwards, he stood up. "Only one of the Twisted were killed, right? You couldnt bring yourself to kill your mother, as was the same with my father, not being able to kill my mother. And the Garos that you turned Twisted escaped before you could take them out." Celt said, and Sere nodded. "And the one dead Twisted happened to be my brother, who attacked me, and I killed him out of shock and defense. It seems you brought his soul out of darkness, and into your gem when you used that blood cataclysm. It seems he's playing Guardian over you." Sere said, and Celt nodded.
"He's been helping me." He said, and then he turned around. "Please excuse me, I have to have a word with my father." And Sere chuckled. "Raidell's gonna have fun dealing with his two children who havn't seen him in years." and Celt looked serious. "You don't even know the beginning of it."
Celt kicked Raidell's door in. "Daaaaaaddy, were are youuuuu?" He said, a look of childish insanity on his face. Raeth, and the bandit were both looking at him questioningly. "Eh?" They both said, and Raidell turned around to attempt running, but Celt caught him in what looked like a strange mix between a hug and trying to rip his head off in a viscious headlock. "Daaaaaaddy, when was the last time I told you I loved you! OH YEAH, SEVEN YEARS AGO! When you left me and Raeth alone!" He yelled.
"Celt! Leave him alone! Did you hit your head really hard when you fought Sere or something! Thats not our father." and Celt smiled. "Ohhh, but it is, isn't that right!" He said, tightening the grip on him. "Ack! Let goooo! Yeah, I'm your dad, but I had to leave ya two alone, I HAD to! But look, you two grew up well enough even without me and yer mum! Look at you two! My little cutie pie has developed into a beautiful young woman, and my little boy has become quite the man!" He said, and Raeth stared at him, and then joined Celt as the two lovingly beat the hell out of him.
Afterwards, Celt explained everything to Raeth, and when he was done talking, the Sheikah stood up. "The shady people around here call me Ghost. Don't even bother asking my real name." He said, with a nod of his head, and Celt nodded. "I believe you owe me your life, right?" and Ghost nodded quietly. "I owe my life to someone as well, so I will be travelling with her to break the curse... I've got an idea on how to break it... But you will be accompanying my sister. Raeth, keep an eye on him for me." and she nodded. Terea looked at him funny. "Who said I wanted to come with?" And Celt smiled. "Unless you want your 'pet' to die, and I bet pops over there would be asking you to keep an eye on me as well." and Raidell nodded, still rubbing his neck. She sighed. "Fine fine. I'll go with." and Celt smiled. "Thats what I thought you'd say."
Raeth and Ghost got up. "I'll be going to the library to read this stuff myself." She said, and smacked Ghost on the back of the head. "C'mon, you're coming with me, and I officially dub you my lackey. I never had a thing for you Sheik. You guys get awefully cocky." and he scowled, and resisted hitting her back, for two reasons; he'd be killed by Celt, and all the Garo in the room, and he would be betraying the Sheikah code. "Whatever." He said, following her out the door.
Celt turned to Raidell. "So, Raidell... uh, I mean, dad... are you going to stay here?" He asked, and Raidell nodded. "Someone's gotta keep an eye on that stressed out half-breed." He said with an affectionate tone. As Terea and Celt left, Raidell spoke. "Say hi to your mother if you see her again." He said, and Celt nodded, as his father looked down at the ground, fiddling with his thumbs. "It's my fault she's in this state, all because I didn't have the backbone to put her to rest..." He said, and Celt pat him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I don't think I couldv'e either." He said, as he left, and just before he left, Raidell stood up. "Hey, son, catch." and he threw a bundle at him which he had pulled from a cabinet nearby. "These were your mother's blades." He said, and Celt opened them, seeing two ornately carved silver blades, tinted a light cobalt blue as if made from solid ice itself, with gold trim lining the inside of the blade, forming a beautiful design. They were light as could be, and they felt as if they belonged in his hands, as they settled into his sleeve sheaths. "Thanks. I'll make mom proud." He said, as he left, and ran out into the snowy tundra, making his way down the mountain slope.