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It wasn't long before I began capturing other people from the village. With every new person I fashioned from the potion, I felt a great welling of strange emotions, yet I also felt the ice cold sting of the villagers hatred. Apparently the people who returned were never the same afterwards. A conferance was held.
Besides the chickens and Juna, five others had been created; One was an old man who called himself Famare. Another was the dark twin of the Music man whom Juna and I had ambushed in the windmill. A cow, the man who ran the shooting game and a soldier had been duplicated as well. We all crowded into the cavernous opening of the Shadow Temple, talking loudly as the voices bounced and echoed around the room. I gestured to Anju, who was stroking the Dark Cucco with gloved hands. Nodding, she quickly poked the chicken under it's wing. Releasing a piercing scream of protest, The cucco began to scratch wildly at Juna's gloved arms, all the while flapping it's wings, raising Juna to the tips of her toes before finally settling down.
During the commotion the small crowd fell quiet, looking up at me as I looked down at them from the raised centerstone. I glanced across the dark faces, across the red tinted eyes and summoned my breath.
"As you know," I began, "Kakariko has barred it's doors to us." There was a murmer of agreement that was soon silenced by a wave of my hand. "There are few of us here, and should the Hylians of Kakariko decide that we are too dangerous to have round, we wouldn't last long. What we need now is a new plan"
There was an immediate roar of thoughts and suggestions, that was quieted with another scream of the cucco. I pointed to Garnom, the shadow of the archery game. He was a tall, muscled man, who easily towered over myself even though I stood on higher ground. He looked down as I strained my kneck to look up, and his voice boomed down around my shoulders, "We should knock down the doors of Kakariko and take the city for our own"
I noticed a few nods of agreement from the Famare and Kimo, the music man. Vicor, the soldier, spoke out.
"That is not the way. Kakariko has no future for us. It is too close to Hyrule Castle. We must find other means of creating people"
"And what would you suggest?" Garnom retorted.
"Goron mountain." after a glance about the room he continued. "There is a cave there, where we could easily ensnare the Gorons, or even a few Dodongos, should we find the need"
"It sounds lovely." remarked Juna.
It wasn't long before I began capturing other people from the village. With every new person I fashioned from the potion, I felt a great welling of strange emotions, yet I also felt the ice cold sting of the villagers hatred. Apparently the people who returned were never the same afterwards. A conferance was held.
Besides the chickens and Juna, five others had been created; One was an old man who called himself Famare. Another was the dark twin of the Music man whom Juna and I had ambushed in the windmill. A cow, the man who ran the shooting game and a soldier had been duplicated as well. We all crowded into the cavernous opening of the Shadow Temple, talking loudly as the voices bounced and echoed around the room. I gestured to Anju, who was stroking the Dark Cucco with gloved hands. Nodding, she quickly poked the chicken under it's wing. Releasing a piercing scream of protest, The cucco began to scratch wildly at Juna's gloved arms, all the while flapping it's wings, raising Juna to the tips of her toes before finally settling down.
During the commotion the small crowd fell quiet, looking up at me as I looked down at them from the raised centerstone. I glanced across the dark faces, across the red tinted eyes and summoned my breath.
"As you know," I began, "Kakariko has barred it's doors to us." There was a murmer of agreement that was soon silenced by a wave of my hand. "There are few of us here, and should the Hylians of Kakariko decide that we are too dangerous to have round, we wouldn't last long. What we need now is a new plan"
There was an immediate roar of thoughts and suggestions, that was quieted with another scream of the cucco. I pointed to Garnom, the shadow of the archery game. He was a tall, muscled man, who easily towered over myself even though I stood on higher ground. He looked down as I strained my kneck to look up, and his voice boomed down around my shoulders, "We should knock down the doors of Kakariko and take the city for our own"
I noticed a few nods of agreement from the Famare and Kimo, the music man. Vicor, the soldier, spoke out.
"That is not the way. Kakariko has no future for us. It is too close to Hyrule Castle. We must find other means of creating people"
"And what would you suggest?" Garnom retorted.
"Goron mountain." after a glance about the room he continued. "There is a cave there, where we could easily ensnare the Gorons, or even a few Dodongos, should we find the need"
"It sounds lovely." remarked Juna.
Goron mountain was lovely. The few of us who had never ventured beyond the graveyard were ecstatic. The winds blew gently, caressing our faces as we looked in wonder at the world that lay at our feet.
"How high does it go?" Juna asked shadeing her eyes as she glanced towards the crest.
"I suppose about half a mile higher." I looked as far as I could towards the horizon, attempting to make out the faint glimmer of Hyrule Lake.
"Could we climb to the top"
I looked over at Juna, who was hugging the cucco to her chest. "Later." I muttered.
"Please"
This tiny plea had me turn full circle. The tiny flock of people reminded me of children, eager and impatient. I sighed. "Oh, very well." and began to lead the way up the mountain.