Consciously perhaps, Saria had no idea what to expect in the outside world.
But perhaps, after hearing all the adventures Link had had over the years,
(including a race against the clock in the
alternate world of Termina with the dreaded demon Mask of Major, the thought of that thing from what Link had told her still made her shiver, Dragmire had wanted power to control, that . . . thing
had wanted power to destroy.) had really thought maybe subconsciously that things were going to be more exciting.
Now, walking across the strip of dirt in the ocean of green, all the time thinking about the restless dead Navi had mentioned (Saria admitted there was a part of her that was curious what
moving dead looked like but her more intelligent side decided it was not worth the risk) and repeatedly looking at the sun in fear it was speeding it's decent (until Navi wisely suggested she stop before
she blinded herself), the words Saria now linked to it were fearful and tedious. If it was possible for those two words to be used together.
It was past noon, and only now had the stone hill Navi told her about was coming into view. To be frank, she was grateful that little fairy had dropped in unannounced. The world WAS a much
larger place than even Link's stories had given it credit for. And she would of spent the rest of eternity looking for Link and never finding him if not for 'bunny ear's' (nickname of Link's, never said to
Navi's face though) help. Navi had in her own way saved her life twice already. First by telling her about Hyrule Field's more sinister nature after dark, and then again a couple of hours back when she
had told Saria not to get close to the giant flowers that had looked so attractive. (Navi informed her they were carnivorous)
Saria could have been asking were there any customs she should know about, dos and don'ts. But all she ended up doing was trekking along in silence. The originally insignificant weight of Navi
slowly becoming unimaginably heavy. Deku Tree it was hot. Having spent her life in the perpetual shade of the Kokkiri woods had not made the girl seeming Kokkiri prepared for the ruthless heat
of a midsummer day. Child seeming . . . Link and Princess Zelda were proof how beings outside of the Kokkiri's world were giants in comparison to Saria's race. And that only their offspring for a
short time were Saria's size.
How old are you? She thought to herself. Saria started, that had to be the bizarre and unusual question her mind had come up with since this entire insanity had started. Time had next to no
meaning to a Kokkiri as said before, and age was greatly connected to time.
Maybe by 'die' her creator had meant she would go insane. It was a possibility. The forest child sat down on the dirt road.
"What's with the stop?" The fairy asked.
"I think losing my mind I need to rest for a minute."
"Minutes turn into hours. You may of been raised in a forest, but don't tell me you like sleeping on dirt. The sun isn't taking breaks."
After only half a day with the fairy, Saria had already learned one thing. Do not try and debate with Navi. Not that Saria had much to debate with. For all of Link's stories, she was still mostly
ignorant of the outside world, and Navi was only of them with any experience there of.
A spell of dizziness hit Saria and she went to her knees to herself from falling on her head. Oh no. Maybe death outside the forest was time released? What if only now she was beginning to . .
. wither? Navi flew in front of her face and touch Saria's forehead with one of her tiny hands.
"No fever." concluded the fairy simply. "Maybe the heat is getting to you."
Saria clung onto the strand of hope. "Did it get to Link?"
"No . . ." Saria's heart sunk. "But it was spring when he started out. It's the middle of summer." It resurfaced. "Heh . . . I hope he isn't out here like this. His hiking gear would be an oven."
"Navi, what if I'm dying?"
The fairy floated back a few inches. "Saria you're not dying. We fairies know these things. I would be able to tell if your . . . for lack of a better term life force was getting weaker. It's just as
strong as when you started on this crazy escapade. It's a little trick that managed to convince Link to visit a healer instead of descending further into a dungeon after taking apart a troop of lizard men."
"Was that wise? I mean, couldn't they replace them in the mean time? And could Link get out just like that?"
"The monsters Link fought had been guarding those various fortress' forever, they didn't HAVE reinforcements."
"Oh."
"Can you stand?"
Saria didn't respond, she only got to her feet and found the dizziness had past. Taking a deep breath a encourage by Navi's insurance she wasn't dying, Saria strode forward, telling herself she would make it the mid point of the stone hill before night fall easily. There was nothing to go wrong!
The giggle sounded like an echo from a dark chasm. Saria started. (she was going to have to stop doing that)
"Oh no, not of them." Said Navi in both frustration and misery.
The giggling didn't stop. Saria tried to figure out where the sound was coming from to no avail. That was when it appeared. That was when Saria remembered when she had heard this kind of laughter before. It was at the forest temple. From the four ghost sisters that had brought her to Dragmire's shadow. However it was not one of the four bundles of free floating colored rags that faded into her perspective a second later.
It held a lantern instead of a torch. But it had no legs like the sisters, and Saria would never guess it had ever been human in life. Its face was a black void. It's eyes two points of white light.
"Don't worry . . ." Said Navi. "Just ignore it and it'll most likely go away."
[i] Most likely? [/i] Saria didn't like the sound of that.
"I thought you said they came out at night." Said Saria not taking her eyes off the ghost.
"Not these ones, keep moving, it'll vanish as get further away from where it died."
The shade giggled and a floating blob of blue flame floated out of its lantern and landed at Saria's feet. The girl took a step back.
"Be careful, it's colder than ice. It'll want to 'play' with you the more you stay here, get moving before it's decides to start playing catch with you using those things as the ball!"
Saria carefully step over the flame and not taking a second look sprinted down the dirt road.
Several minute later Saria at last stopped catching her breath. Navi had smartly held on her shirt just before she had dashed away from the specter.
"What was that thing?" Saria breathed, looking back and glade to see no sign of the thing.
"Forget what that particular kind is called. But it's a Poe . . . A ghost that breaks the rules. They can't go far from where their bodies are though. There's this nut job in Market Town that actually sells big bucks for anyone who figures out how to bottle the things. Don't ask me about that part."
"What for? The ghosts I mean." Saria had no idea what anyone would want spirits for.
"I seriously believe that, that is something no one wants to find out."
"Is life out here always so dangerous?"
"Sometimes . . . sometimes not. It all depends on what life deals you. You drew a new hand when you left Kokkiri forest Saria, and we haven't seen all the cards in play yet."
For the third time that day. Saria began to wonder if she should just go home.
alternate world of Termina with the dreaded demon Mask of Major, the thought of that thing from what Link had told her still made her shiver, Dragmire had wanted power to control, that . . . thing
had wanted power to destroy.) had really thought maybe subconsciously that things were going to be more exciting.
Now, walking across the strip of dirt in the ocean of green, all the time thinking about the restless dead Navi had mentioned (Saria admitted there was a part of her that was curious what
moving dead looked like but her more intelligent side decided it was not worth the risk) and repeatedly looking at the sun in fear it was speeding it's decent (until Navi wisely suggested she stop before
she blinded herself), the words Saria now linked to it were fearful and tedious. If it was possible for those two words to be used together.
It was past noon, and only now had the stone hill Navi told her about was coming into view. To be frank, she was grateful that little fairy had dropped in unannounced. The world WAS a much
larger place than even Link's stories had given it credit for. And she would of spent the rest of eternity looking for Link and never finding him if not for 'bunny ear's' (nickname of Link's, never said to
Navi's face though) help. Navi had in her own way saved her life twice already. First by telling her about Hyrule Field's more sinister nature after dark, and then again a couple of hours back when she
had told Saria not to get close to the giant flowers that had looked so attractive. (Navi informed her they were carnivorous)
Saria could have been asking were there any customs she should know about, dos and don'ts. But all she ended up doing was trekking along in silence. The originally insignificant weight of Navi
slowly becoming unimaginably heavy. Deku Tree it was hot. Having spent her life in the perpetual shade of the Kokkiri woods had not made the girl seeming Kokkiri prepared for the ruthless heat
of a midsummer day. Child seeming . . . Link and Princess Zelda were proof how beings outside of the Kokkiri's world were giants in comparison to Saria's race. And that only their offspring for a
short time were Saria's size.
How old are you? She thought to herself. Saria started, that had to be the bizarre and unusual question her mind had come up with since this entire insanity had started. Time had next to no
meaning to a Kokkiri as said before, and age was greatly connected to time.
Maybe by 'die' her creator had meant she would go insane. It was a possibility. The forest child sat down on the dirt road.
"What's with the stop?" The fairy asked.
"I think losing my mind I need to rest for a minute."
"Minutes turn into hours. You may of been raised in a forest, but don't tell me you like sleeping on dirt. The sun isn't taking breaks."
After only half a day with the fairy, Saria had already learned one thing. Do not try and debate with Navi. Not that Saria had much to debate with. For all of Link's stories, she was still mostly
ignorant of the outside world, and Navi was only of them with any experience there of.
A spell of dizziness hit Saria and she went to her knees to herself from falling on her head. Oh no. Maybe death outside the forest was time released? What if only now she was beginning to . .
. wither? Navi flew in front of her face and touch Saria's forehead with one of her tiny hands.
"No fever." concluded the fairy simply. "Maybe the heat is getting to you."
Saria clung onto the strand of hope. "Did it get to Link?"
"No . . ." Saria's heart sunk. "But it was spring when he started out. It's the middle of summer." It resurfaced. "Heh . . . I hope he isn't out here like this. His hiking gear would be an oven."
"Navi, what if I'm dying?"
The fairy floated back a few inches. "Saria you're not dying. We fairies know these things. I would be able to tell if your . . . for lack of a better term life force was getting weaker. It's just as
strong as when you started on this crazy escapade. It's a little trick that managed to convince Link to visit a healer instead of descending further into a dungeon after taking apart a troop of lizard men."
"Was that wise? I mean, couldn't they replace them in the mean time? And could Link get out just like that?"
"The monsters Link fought had been guarding those various fortress' forever, they didn't HAVE reinforcements."
"Oh."
"Can you stand?"
Saria didn't respond, she only got to her feet and found the dizziness had past. Taking a deep breath a encourage by Navi's insurance she wasn't dying, Saria strode forward, telling herself she would make it the mid point of the stone hill before night fall easily. There was nothing to go wrong!
The giggle sounded like an echo from a dark chasm. Saria started. (she was going to have to stop doing that)
"Oh no, not of them." Said Navi in both frustration and misery.
The giggling didn't stop. Saria tried to figure out where the sound was coming from to no avail. That was when it appeared. That was when Saria remembered when she had heard this kind of laughter before. It was at the forest temple. From the four ghost sisters that had brought her to Dragmire's shadow. However it was not one of the four bundles of free floating colored rags that faded into her perspective a second later.
It held a lantern instead of a torch. But it had no legs like the sisters, and Saria would never guess it had ever been human in life. Its face was a black void. It's eyes two points of white light.
"Don't worry . . ." Said Navi. "Just ignore it and it'll most likely go away."
[i] Most likely? [/i] Saria didn't like the sound of that.
"I thought you said they came out at night." Said Saria not taking her eyes off the ghost.
"Not these ones, keep moving, it'll vanish as get further away from where it died."
The shade giggled and a floating blob of blue flame floated out of its lantern and landed at Saria's feet. The girl took a step back.
"Be careful, it's colder than ice. It'll want to 'play' with you the more you stay here, get moving before it's decides to start playing catch with you using those things as the ball!"
Saria carefully step over the flame and not taking a second look sprinted down the dirt road.
Several minute later Saria at last stopped catching her breath. Navi had smartly held on her shirt just before she had dashed away from the specter.
"What was that thing?" Saria breathed, looking back and glade to see no sign of the thing.
"Forget what that particular kind is called. But it's a Poe . . . A ghost that breaks the rules. They can't go far from where their bodies are though. There's this nut job in Market Town that actually sells big bucks for anyone who figures out how to bottle the things. Don't ask me about that part."
"What for? The ghosts I mean." Saria had no idea what anyone would want spirits for.
"I seriously believe that, that is something no one wants to find out."
"Is life out here always so dangerous?"
"Sometimes . . . sometimes not. It all depends on what life deals you. You drew a new hand when you left Kokkiri forest Saria, and we haven't seen all the cards in play yet."
For the third time that day. Saria began to wonder if she should just go home.
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