Hello again! Legend's Legacy here! I feel guilty for not writing chapters for this story more often, I feel even worse now that some one reviewed! A lot of the time it gets overshadowed by the allure to make things slightly comical as I can do in my other two stories. (I try for more than a tad when writing one of them though, being under the "comedy" listing...) When I started to write this fic I had no idea how hard it would be to exclude those sorts of things! I'm not much of a drama person in real life either! I really must write this one on days that I'm feeling down and lately, that hasn't happened at all! Even though my parents are getting divorced and we're all broke, I'm still not sad! (Odd, isn't it!) So I'm sorry to any one who is still reading this for not updating for a very long time!!!
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The mother was dead... But she had been cheated the life of the child. She had needed a pure soul to corrupt, to take, to twist around her own will. She wasn't strong enough yet to convince this soul, it had grown hard after years of hardship, it was not pliably in the least! Who would have warned them? Who would have known? No one, no one knew. The Gold ones themselves had put aside their memories of her. That was what made her weak.
She had never believed Nayru when she had said that knowledge was power, not until it was to late. Too late to realize that the gods lived to serve the people, not the other way around, to late to realize that useless and hatted gods faded into nothingness when all memories and reverence withered and died. Too late to realize that without the people, the they were mere mortals.
The woman closed her fist around the bow in her hand and it disintegrated back into which it came. There could be others to fill the child's place, but it had taken weeks to get power enough for this, her servant was most draining. It was difficult to sustain him, shelter him, control him, and contain him to his one form all at oncebut now that her chance to gain an innocent life was extinguished, she needed him alive and well. She needed him to regain what she had lost all those manny years ago... She swayed suddenly, realizing how much energy she had lost, and lost for nothing. She looked out at her lost prey and saw it; a girl, that damned girl, she glowed with devine light, golden and beautiful. She let a low moan escape from her lips, she would end this girl, end her for interfering, for knowing but giving no power, she snarled and she was gone.
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Zeltar let out a tremendous wail, his cries pointed at the heavens. He had since dismounted his horse and fallen to his knees. One hand was clutching at Soya's limp body and the other cradling their child, her upset shrieks mingling with the ones of her father.
Aryll had neither dismounted her horse nor cried out as Soya fell, she had felt it coming, seen it in her dreams. That was not to say that she was not crying, the tears came down in slow steady lines, almost calmly dripping down her face. She could not watch the grown man scream in pain, she could not look at the dead body he was grasping at. She turned her horse away quietly and walked her towards Kakariko. She would not have the pain any more... She looked back only once and saw it, saw it again, the thing, the evil.
It was where she said it would be, with the bow she said she'd have. Aryll heard the groan escape her lips and saw the snarl grace her lips and knew that she had upset the thing, knew that she would be next. Then it was gone, and Aryll ran.
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Short, criminally so. But, it'll have to do...