Revelation of Lies will be updated every Tuesday/Wednesday and Saturday until completed.
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Warnings: Minor violence in later chapters and boyxboy (Link x Sheik). If you're not a fan please don't read.
~*~*~ Chapter Five ~*~*~
The morning of the third day dawned early and he was woken by Kaylu shaking his shoulder gently. He rose and got himself ready for the day and grabbed his supplies before heading out into the early morning chill of the desert. He noticed that over the course of the weeks he had been staying with the gypsies, the mornings were getting progressively colder, just like the evenings and nights yet the days were still hot.
The others were busy stocking a wooden wagon with provisions, stocking it with food, water, extra clothing and tents, as well as the goods to be traded. Camels were hitched to the sides of the wagon to be used as pack beasts, and two goats were tied to the back to supply milk. Grain was supplied for the animals, stored in barrels in the wagon.
He walked into the camel pen and caught Sahara who was dosing under a palm tree, and led her out to a hitching rail where he clipped his reins to her halter. He saddled her and got her ready for the journey and then did the same with Jemma.
By the time he was done with the camels it was almost time they left. Kaylu thanked him as she collected Jemma's reins and mounted. He mounted Sahara and they waited for a few minutes as the others who were coming saddled up. They said their goodbyes and were prepared to head out. He glanced back at the camp that been his home for the weeks he had stayed there, yet he didn't feel any remorse for leaving it behind. He fit in well enough, but he knew he didn't belong.
They walked steadily for many hours, switching camels every now and then to pull the heavy wagon. The mountains loomed in the distance, looking close yet far at the same time. He was apprehensive about crossing over them. Kaylu and him were a ways in front of the wooden wagon, acting as scouts. He found he was naturally cautious and watchful and well suited for a scouting job. He found his mind wandering but his eyes still focused and sharp like he was experienced, and he didn't know, maybe he actually was.
Kaylu shields her eyes from the sun as she looks up ahead. "We'll make it to the base of the mountains by nightfall," she comments to him. "Tomorrow we start through the mountain pass, can you see the one mountain that looks almost like a dog head? It's Wolf Point, that's where we cross to get to the desert wasteland."
He wonders how the wagon manages through the mountain, but he supposes it must not be an issue if the gypsies do it every year. Instead, he asks:
"How do the camels fair in the mountains?"
"They are sure footed and wily," she says as she pats Jemma's neck. "They have no problem, plus, the path is worn and they are used to it."
He listens to her tell him the advantages of using camels but he cannot help but wish he was on the back of a horse. When he tells her this she laughs.
"You will soon enough. We borrow Gerudo mounts to travel to Hyrule, they fair better than camels over the plains and it gives the camels a chance to rest."
"She's Gerudo bred, built for speed and endurance," a girl's voice sounds from the left. He watches the way the grey Gerudo filly dances on the end of the lead rope, dragging the guard sideways.
"She's beautiful," he says, watching as the filly rises on her hind legs to strike the hair with her front hooves.
"She untrained, but the Gerudo believe that horses are more devoted to the one that trains them," she says again. "I hope you don't mind, and the stable hands will help you, and your aunt too."
"Thank-you so much," he hugs her, she's young, maybe twelve or thirteen, and he's not much taller. She grins at him.
"What will you name her?"
He thinks for a moment. "Calibri."
"Calibri," he murmurs and the name sounds familiar on his tongue.
"Pardon?" Kaylu asks, glancing at him.
"Nothing," he answers with a shake of his head.
He thinks back to the swift grey mare. Her name is Calibri.
They've been traveling uphill for hours, and two camels are needed to pull the wagon up the slope. The pass is narrow, and sometimes the sides drop away and if he looks down all he can see is the sheer drop downwards and then rocks. He doesn't look down often. There has been a few times where the ground at the edges gives way under the camel's feet and the first time it happened to Sahara his stomach lurched and his heart leapt into his throat. He was more cautious after that.
"Do you know anything of the war?" Kaylu asks as they ride side by side through a wider section of the mountain path.
"The war?" He repeats, and a shudder runs through his body. Despite the odd feeling, he has no memories of any wars. "No."
"This is our first year going back to trade in Castletown. The city was destroyed by the King Of Evil but he was vanquished by the Hero of Time and now they have rebuilt it. We got by trading with Kakariko and the Gerudo people but it will be nice to see the markets again."
"Hero of Time?" he murmurs and then cringes when a lance of pain lashes through his head.
He ducks, barley missing the swing of a Stalfos' sword. The skeletal warrior thrusts its shield at him and it hits him, knocking him off balance. He scrambles back and raises his blade in time to deflect a swing aimed for him and his arm aches under the pressure of holding the Stalfos at bay.
He kicks out, hitting the skeleton in the knee and it crumples. He's on moves quick and hacks the skull from the protruding spinal cord in seconds, rendering the skeleton to be nothing more than a hulking pile of bones.
He steps forward and winces, "Hero?" he calls out.
A blond man steps out from around some bushes, slightly ruffled but otherwise unharmed. He comes towards him hurriedly and says, "You're hurt."
"It's not bad," he replies, just as the man steps forwards to embrace him tightly. "The horses?"
"Are unharmed. The Bulbin rider almost got away but I caught him with Epona," he kisses Sheik's forehead gently. "I have never seen so many different monsters working together before."
"Ganandorf is gathering his armies," he says, stepping away from the blond man. "We must make haste to the next temple."
"Kahael?" Kaylu's voice cuts through the memories and brings him back to the present. He glances down and sees his knuckles are white from how tightly he is gripping the reins. He is shaking, he can feel it and Sahara can sense his distress.
"I...I had a memory, a flashback, I think," he says as he takes a shuddery breath, hoping the pain would lessen in his head.
"Oh, really?" she asks, excited. "what about?
He thinks for a long moment before speaking. "A man in green, a blond man, he was called Hero..." he says, leaving out the fight and his involvement in it.
"Oh, that's the Hero Of Time!" she exclaims. "You must have met him, how lucky!"
He's goes quiet again and Kaylu gives him some space to think about his thoughts. Did he really know this "Hero of Time"? And if so...why did he end up out in the middle of the desert with no memory.
He bites the inside of his cheek and winces.
Kaylu eventually speaks. "It will all become clear soon," she says. "We will reach Castletown in less than four days if all goes well."
He feels a sensation of unease flair through him again at the mention of Castletown but rides forward nonetheless.