This is a tale I'm SURE you've heard before...
That of a hero protecting his maiden...
Not this particular story, but ones in its vein.
Veins...
That's the word...
The name of network of blue flowing through bodies, pumping blood and giving life to hearts that love...
Just like the flow of time...
Allow me to begin...
They had come.
The time-displaced had arrived...
ACT 1: FOR THEIR LOVE WAS INSTANT
A flash... That's all Sparrow remembered before he was ripped away from his land... And into the endless jaws of somewhere new... Somewhere here and now... Not then... Not in that cursed land with no time...
"W-What...?" He asked himself aloud. He looked around and round, but couldn't find anyone else...
Until he saw her.
The maiden, dressed in white...
LOVE dressed in white...
For a moment, the most magical of moments since time first kissed the universe, they stared. The maiden stared longingly into the traveler's beautiful, gray eyes, and the traveler did the same into her shining ice blue eyes that were filled with love and fear.
"I am being hunted." The trembling maiden spoke. Her voice rang pure, like the bell of the Tower of the Gods...
Not knowing who she was being relentlessly pursued by, he asked the question that would affect the rest of his life... "Who by?"
"M-Majora..." Yes... There it was (it was there) the stutter of fear... The name of death... Majora...
What? You think I'm talking about the mask?
No.
Not Majora the Mask.
Majora the Monster.
Majora the Devourer
Majora the Bored.
Majora the Hungry.
Majora the...
"Dead." The traveler spoke. "He should be dead. I made him dance for three days and three nights with my drum..." He sets said drum down. Beside him, he sits it. Not between them.
"Y-You did?" Thus spoke maiden dressed in white.
Traveler speaks. "That cunning bastard... Made me take pity on him. Must have thought the beat of my drum would put him to a peaceful sleep..." A smirk appears on the traveler's face. "But that thing was wrong... It killed him. he probably didn't realize it until the second night of not stopping, at least... I guess he hungers for more humans..." Traveler puts his hand out, slowly.
Maiden does the same. For a moment of magic, of now, of forever, of eternity, their hands meet. His big, calloused hand touches her delicate, small one.
"And now he wants to eat you...?" His voice was barely above a whisper, for she was love incarnate in front of him, standing in their world of their love.
The maiden gasped softly, as the traveler gently touched the side of her face. "Yes. He does."
"I have a feather which turns to a knife, my strength, and most importantly..." He leans in...
And he kisses her. Gently... Slowly... As slow as a heartbeat before the last breath...
"My love for you, maiden of maidens..."
The traveler sits. The maiden, his everything, sits beside him. He takes his cloak off and wraps it around her trembling, scared shoulders.
"Rest now. I'll keep watch for Majora."
Funny, Majora thought a feast is what he'd get tonight, but only the wrath of a protector...
Traveler plays his drum, soothing her to sleep. Not death, like with Majora, just sleep...
TO BE CONTINUED IN ACT 2