Chapter 7: The Hero of Winds Reborn
A few days had passed since the memory of the problematical, pesky but phenomenal fishing experience Link and Niko had. Now, a stern sour storm was battering the night. The violent weather was taking its tore on the unfortunate Papuchian citizens, who wear getting soaked by the minute. Tons of screaming filled the air as well as rain, as they lunged for their warm cosy houses and slammed the doors shut.
This was the inverse of a perfect peaceful Papuchian night. The rain was spreading its unholy terror, letting loose its small but strong rain drops hit the ground with a loud audible splash. The surprisingly loud sound of the mocking rain frightened the poor village.
As the Papuchian people were suffering the cold, cruel catastrophe that the weather was delivering, a frightened young child and an aggravated old man we're suffering even worse.
Young Link was devastated of the mighty raindrops practically penetrating the roof of the weak and unstable hut while the heckled old Niko was desperately trying to strengthen their falling fort. "This is getting out of hand!" cried Niko while the fearful child hid against the corner behind his building blocks shelter, tears spilling out of his sockets. "All I wanted was a good night sleep, not a pandering hazard!" hawked the old man.
"Niko! What are we going to do?!" sobbed the poor old Link.
"I don't know! I'm just going to keep on covering up the cracks in these here walls and..." A threatening tantrumatic thunder joined the almighty storm. Scaring the child 10 fold.
Niko's bravery and concentration on his task faded as he hopped into one of the clothe piles and began to stutter in overwhelming fright. "What are you doing Niko?! I thought you were trying to keep us safe from the rain!"
"SO DID I!" exclaimed Niko as he whimpered and shivered in the clothe pile.
What the heck was he doing hiding in the clothe pile?!
He was a former pirate for crying out loud!
Plus he had a kid to protect; he couldn't just hide in a pile of dirty clothes! Suddenly, he heard a familiar encouraging voice beat inside of his head. Come on Niko, man up! You're a pirate for crying out loud! Wipe the fear out your eyes and get to work swabbie! Tetra! That was Tetra's voice instructing him to build up his pleading courage. Not wasting any time what so ever, Niko stuck to his first-intended task.
Teasingly, the storm continued. Furthering the devastation of the all ready petrified kid cornered in his building box shelter. But even though Niko was terrified of the amazing storm, he stayed true to his 4 year old friend, even if a BIG part of him was telling him to bale.
"Ok I think that's enough, I have an idea! How about we pray for the storm to end? How about that Linky?" Slowly, Link began to stop his tearful moment and crawled over to his father figure.
"Ok Niko." They both closed their eyes as their fear feverously left.
Whilst their eyes were shut, Niko began praying in his mind. Dear Link and Tetra please spare us of this scary storm and give us a good night. A night where we can sleep without any other spooky storms. Oh and tell Gonzo I said hi if he's up there as well. With that, Niko finally opened his eyes.
But the storm still hadn't let yet! If anything, it just got worse!
"Niko, I thought you said it would work!" frowned Link.
"It would eventually Link, now please Tetra and Link stop the storm... PLEASE!" pleaded the desperate old man Confused Link pondered the thought of Niko asking someone else who's name is Link.
"Um... I'm Link" the puzzled Link bluntly stated.
"Oh yeah, I meant um... never mind lets go find a spot to sleep!" Niko and Link then hopped into one of the vast clothe piles that were close by and frantically tried to sleep. Unfortunately, and unhelpful stroke of thunder came crashing down accompanied by a terrifying, titanic thunder. Link tensed up and whimpered in the soft pile of clothes while Niko clung onto his 'Niko Jr' Teddy bear for dear life.
Other parts in New Hyrule weren't doing any better. Mightily, the storm also harassed other areas like the diminutive village of Aboda, the Forest Sanctuary and the humongous, husky, hulking Castle Town. Especially Aboda Village. Powerfully, the rain drop sounds kept the poor Hyrule citizens widely awake. The demonic sheet of raindrops kept on furiously dripping like there was no tomorrow. Frightening the poor citizens of the big and beautiful Forest and Sea Realms.
However, if there was one area in Hyrule that was not largely affected by the satanic slaughtering shower, it would be the ENORMOUSLY large Tower of Spirits.
Inside of the remarkable contained 2 Lokomo's having a mild training session. One of these Lokomo's was Byrne who was being blindfolded against his will in order to perform the exercise. He slowly slithered silently around the extensive tower. The only thing he heard was the annoying drops of rain which where purposely poking the walls of the tower, giving him a distracting disadvantage against the other pointy nosed Lokomo and opponent he was up against.
Whoosh!
Byrne got hit by a powerful projectile which he was meant to dodge. "Don't worry about that notorious sound of the rain Byrne. Set your concentration back on dodging the hefty projectiles I'm throwing at you like before." Slowly, Byrne pushed himself of the floor after hearing the sound of his Lokomo teacher Anjean.
He was meant to use his senses besides his sight in order to dodge Anjean's aerial attacks.
Removing the ear-hammering sound of the raindrops outside, Byrne readied his secure senses and continued the training. Letting himself focus on dodging the next attack, he continued to inch around the tower carefully.
Zoom
This time, Byrne swiftly dodged the attack while landing a blow on Anjean. "Good job Byrne", complimented the impressed Lokomo causing Byrne to smile proudly through his lower bandanna and a spark of cheerfulness in his blindfold covered eyes. "However, don't get to anticipated the exercise is still going.", warned the now serious Lokomo.
Byrne then broke out of his sweet stun of joy and prepared for another attack.
Can he keep this up?
Several more projectiles chased at the prepared, powerful pupil Byrne. But none of them did Byrne any justice as he dodged each and every one of them impressively.
He was determining to keep this up. There was no time for dilly-dallying or messing around. He dodged projectile after attack, attack after projectile during the mighty chase in which Anjean was the chaser and he was the runner.
Anjean was really surprised on how this exercise was turning out.
Finally they were getting somewhere!
If Byrne kept this up, he would become a great Lokomo in no time. She was please with the stunning results of the training. However, she reminded herself that this was just a training session and not the real thing where he would perform in front of the Spirits. Speaking of the angels, she remembered she intended to do something after the training.
But pushing the thought aside, she continued to fire more projectiles at Byrne, who was doing a great job and...
Bang
Byrne had been knocked out of his victorial blitz and hit painfully by several of Anjean's mighty, menacing mad projectiles. Quickly, Anjean rushed over to her 'byrned out' student. "Byrne what happened? You were performing fantastically!" Byrne looked up with darkened eyes of yet another failure.
"I have no idea," growled the grudged Byrne. "Grrr I can't believe I failed again!"
"What are you talking about Byrne? The practise is not over yet! You can still prove your skills in the training exercise!" Byrne just turned his head so he couldn't possibly look at the annoying teacher.
"I wanted to complete this task without making one mistake. ONE mistake! I'm not satisfied."
Byrne then proceeded to leave the tower and travel back to the Sand Sanctuary. Anjean was beyond furious. "So you're just going leave after a minor inconvenience?! That's how you learn Byrne! You learn from your mistakes!" Stubbornly, the unsatisfied student shrugged and left the tower and into cold hearted storm that lay before him.
Outside of the tower, Byrne stormed through the forest while the real storm was soaking him with iron fist. But he deserved it. Maybe he overreacted, but still he couldn't believe he messed up the training after all the entire practise he went through!
What was he doing wrong?
Was there something he was missing?
Maybe there was something he was missing, but what?
As he went through all the mistakes he made, he then thought again of how Anjean supposedly gave Tetra the so-called 'fearsome pirate' and the crummy 'Hero of Winds' the Spirit Flute. Speaking of the hero, most of the Lokomo's had constantly but constructively compared him to the 'prince escort' time and time again.
"Those Lokomo's keep on telling me they gave the weak-minded human pirates the Spirit Flute. But I don't believe that pale tale. A human is not fit enough to even touch such ancient item and instrument. So why are they telling me that they gave HUMANS that kind of responsibility?!"
Slowly, the storm began fade and Byrne's suffering of cold freezing rain began to disappear.
Meanwhile back at the tower. Anjean was getting ready for another conversation with the Spirits of Good. She needed to know when the new incarnation of the Hero of Winds was coming to help spare New Hyrule of Malladus for good.
She couldn't believe it!
She just couldn't believe!
Byrne made a minor mistake in the training session and he just left like it was her fault?!
"Sometimes I don't understand that guy." Skipping the thought of the irritable student, she witnessed the glowing glimpse of the Spirits.
Immediately, the room was filled with a beautiful, fascinating light as one of the ancient Spirits appeared right before the loyal Lokomo's eyes. "Greetings ol mighty Anjean, what is your request tonight?"
"The brand new incarnation of the Hero of Winds you informed me about. I need to know where is he," requested Anjean.
"The new incarnation is located in the Water Realm somewhere near the elusive village of Papuchia," answered the mighty Spirit that stood before her. But this was not enough to satisfy the ancient lady.
"Should I request Carben to find him? Cole and his wretched demons had caused enough poisonous mayhem around New Hyrule. Even going far as to leaving Andre into our world to spread destruction with his pirate army." The Spirits softly and kindly shook his head turning down Anjean's idea to find the new incarnation of their old friend Link.
"No Anjean, the boy is still just a youthful soul. I think it's best if we waited longer and deal with the demonic problems ourselves for now. The child is merely 4 years of age."
Anjean nodded showing her understanding of the situation. "Could you at least see a clear specific vision of where the hero is staying?" The extensive, effective-mined entity then created a clear sight on where the 'New Hero of Winds' was staying and what was going on.
There she spotted a child emerging out of... a pile of old clothing? What in the name of Hyrule?!
Her confused face then changed to shock as she saw how the new Hero of Winds looked like a much younger version of the Link she once knew. He retained the messy honey-coloured hair and even the ocean blue eyes.
It was a little too coincidental.
Her thoughts then snapped on another familiar figure that climbed out of pile. It was Niko! "Niko is still alive?!" Both Link and Niko seemed to have noticed that the storm had died down to nothing. The relieved duo quickly brushed themselves free of the filth that was obtained from the clothe piles.
"Oh thank gosh the Hero of Winds and Tetra have freed us of the scary storm boy! How about to celebrate, I tell you a story!" cheered the old geezer.
Link groaned at Niko's enthusiasm. "Niko, I'm tired. It's still night and I didn't have any sleep at all. Please not now just... please." Link then oddly climbed back and scurried into the filthy piles of clothe which populated the floor.
"Come on Link! We made it through the storm, this calls for celebration! We need STORIES!"
"OH MY WORD NIKO!" yelled Link from the clothe pile as he pulled onto his ears. It was Niko's turn to groan with frustration.
"Fine! If you're going to be like that I'll just tell Niko Jr the story instead! You do not know what you're missing!" taunted the old man who was oddly acting very immature at the minute. Anjean snickered as she watched Niko make a fool out of himself yet again. Like in the old days. Even though he was old, he still retained his abnormal obsession with stories. Anjean smirked and winked at the old man' ridiculous and embarrassing performance.
"Still the chattering man-child I see Niko. What a character!" commented Anjean. He must off been very tired to be making a lunatic out of himself this late.
While Niko was muttering the story to the lifeless teddy bear with an eye patch and a similar hat to what he wore when he younger, but then suddenly he fell into a deep, deep sleep. Link who had just fallen asleep before Niko was snoring his head off. This largely amused Anjean even further.
For a small child, his snores were very loud! The Spirit then ended the vision of the soon to be hero.
"So there is the first glimpse of the child you requested. He would find the Tower of Spirits in time Anjean, for now we'll have to keep on defending our vast island from Cole," explained the entity.
"Thank you master. But I have another problem to deal with, Byrne." Anjean frowned as she remembered how Byrne abruptly left the Tower after just one narrow mistake. "Byrne is still just as difficult and impulsive as ever. What should I do Master?" inquired Anjean.
"That I mustn't help you with Anjean. Byrne needs to be able to impress us to become a true member of the Lokomo." Anjean nodded in agreement, however her frown deepened.
"All right master. You shall be off; I don't have anything else to request at the moment my lord."
Angelically, the Spirit of Good vanished and the light in the room disappeared a long with the sparkling spirit. Now what was left for Anjean to do was to find a way to train her short-tempered, smug student.
Whilst Anjean was left to think of a new training method for the bird-brained benighted Byrne, said student had finally reached the Sand Sanctuary. Byrne then
It was midnight.
Or was it?
How long had he been walking for?
But it didn't matter any more as he finally reached his destination which located the only Lokomo he could stand to be around, Rael. Speaking of whom, Byrne spotted the mysterious magnificent master meditating in the dark. What was he doing meditating so late in the night? Without warning, Byrne's belly began to growl at him for nourishment. "Hungry, I see." Byrne snapped out of his thoughts to his fellow Lokomo that SOMEHOW knew he was there. "Greetings Byrne, so glad for you to make it tonight! I see you've also lost some weight!" Byrne growled at that and took a seating spot near the meditating polite and resourceful Lokomo.
"What goes on Rael?" greeted Byrne as his stomach began complain and vex Byrne even further.
"I've been peacefully studying the ways of pigeons. I would also like have the opportunity to learn the life of other humble species of birds, like Cuccos." replied Rael.
"Yeah that's nice and all but could we go get something eat or whatever?" asked Byrne vulgarly.
"Of course young man we may find something to eat in the beautiful and sweet quite area called Papuchia village," replied the charming old Lokomo respectively.
"Ok, let's get going, I think my stomach just talked to me!" remarked the self-amusing student.
"Byrne, what is the matter? I see a bit of disappointment in your eyes." The sincere Lokomo watched as Byrne was caught by surprise. His jaw dropped behind his bandanna. How did he know he was upset? "It's about Anjean again isn't it?" Now this really took Byrne of guard. What is he a stalker?
"I... I was training with Anjean and I failed another exam," Byrne calmly replied.
Rael shook his head taking in the answer explaining the typical moment. "Byrne, Byrne, Byrne. You cannot over react like that, okay? You need to take notes from..."
"Let me guess, the Hero of Winds?" Byrne abruptly snapped, cutting him off.
"Actually I was going to say his real name 'Link' but that works to." A ton of hostile anger built up in Byrne's head. It was taking him a lot of will power not to lash out and scowl the only likeable Lokomo he could find after being compared to the stupid Hero of Winds for like the 4 MILLIONTH TIME!
When are they EVER going to stop comparing him to the CRUDDY HERO OF WINDS?!
"You okay, Byrne?" realisation hit Rael straight in the face as he saw the Byrne's face turn red with face. "Oh I'm sorry. I would never compare you to Link again. I didn't know it was frustrating you. It's just that the other Lokomos where doing it so I assumed that it was ok to do it as well." explained Rael. At that moment, Byrne calmed down at an instant and allowed Rael to explain his point. "Byrne, self control. That's one of the things you need to have in order to get far in life. You needlessly left after one tiny inconvenience, didn't you Byrne? Now come on ol chum, let's get you something to eat. You really must be starving after a whole day's worth of practising".
"Yeah, let's go before it begins to rain again." The two then hurried of to find somewhere to fill their empty stomachs. Or at least Byrne's. The duo began to walk over to a fine place to find some delicious grub.
Byrne thought hard on how he was going to impress the Spirits of Good in order to gain more power and become stronger.
What would it take for the Spirits of Good to be impressed by his already amazing acrobatics and fighting abilities?
It had been almost a whole century since he started working for the Spirits of good. And all he got was a countless load of utter and emotionally painful rejection, sometimes even physically if he resorted to violence.
But he wasn't going to give up.
He would try and try and try once more until he got the great gift of recognition he deserved. Heck the Hero of Winds gets his ridiculous title praised for saving his Pirate love a couple times but he had been training for almost a full century, taking exams and even going far as to let Anjean taunt him and give him brash punishments!
Unbelievable!
Rael then noticed Byrne encased and lost in his seemingly angry thoughts. "Byrne, care to share the sudden thoughts that seems to have you walking of the path?" asked the gentle yet curious Lokomo Rael that accompanied the wondering Byrne.
Wiping the thoughts from his mind, Byrne quickly responded. "Nothing sir! Nothing!" he blurted out.
"Alright then, please stay on the path," instructed Rael.
Though he was careful to keep on the path to the special restaurant, he continued his thoughts of hatred. He glared coldly but gloomily at the metal claw covering up what was left of his former human fleshy hand.
When he was younger and just began as an apprentice, during a practise fight with Embrose he was defeated and his hand was destroyed in the process.
That worthless old Flame!
Since then he had a grudge on that idiot Embrose, the guider of the Fire Realm.
As Byrne began looking back at the infuriating memories, Anjean was on the balcony of the Tower of Spirits. Her thoughts were now on the new incarnation on one of Tetra's pirates and husband and how would he be able to save New Hyrule from all of the devastation and destruction taking place in New Hyrule.
The chapter ends here. I wanted Anjean to get the idea that Link from Spirit Tracks looks like the one from Wind Waker, which is why she didn't look shocked that ST Link resembled the Hero of Winds. Review me and let me know how I could improve. Bye!