Post by Master Annoyer of the void!! on Jun 4, 2005 18:13:54 GMT -5
The sound of clinking and clangs pierced the Hyrule Field air. The sky was dark, to the late hour of evening. A wolf’s howl and a man’s shouts echoed throughout the crisp air. There was a battle on the plains, nearby a staircase of concrete, leading into Kakariko Village. Blood splattered to the ground, but not just any blood, a Hylian’s blood.
The Hylian elf was the young age of seventeen. He had dirty blonde hair, on his head an awkward long green cap that ended just below his shoulders. On his body was a forest green tunic over a white bodysuit. He had chunky leather boots and leather gauntlets on his hands, long pointed ears pierced with rings. The Hylian’s sharp dark blue eyes focused upon his enemy, a Wolfo.
The wolf-like beast appeared just like a wolf, but with huge front paws, possessing huge and razor-sharp claws. Its gleaming golden eyes greedily locked eyes upon the Hylian. He held the handle of his Indigo sword, the Master Sword. On his other arm was the Hylian Shield…he was the Hero of Time.
With a shout, the Hylian hacked the sword to the Wolfo…however missing the monster by a single breath. He was exhausted, alone nearby a village; the Hylian could have entered the nearby village, but as his sworn duty, he would not leave until the monster was defeated. He kneeled down, preparing to thrust a powerful slash of the Master Sword.
“I will get you,” The Hylian confirmed venomously. “You will pay for what you have done by killing those Hylians.”
Aside the Wolfo, his paws stood upon several bodies of Hylians from Kakariko Village, bloody and scraped with horrible injuries. The Wolfo greedily smiled threateningly. A Wolfo was an intelligent beast.
The Wolfo growled, laughing. “Killing is my passion! I love the taste of human’s flesh, the feel of blood on my claws, the cries of horror ring in my ears as if a melody…Killing is easy.”
The Hylian was disgusted to its despicable answer. “No…it isn’t! Killing to you must be so easy, but taking lives just as if plucking the petal off of a living flower?!”
“Just who do you think you are?”
Sickened by the Wolfo, he charged and hacked the sword at the monster. It jumped away, and adroitly, pounced savagely at his chest. The Hylian screamed, kicking it away. The Wolfo mightily gnashed its pointed fangs upon his wrist, the boy giving a loud cry of pain. The Hylian shoved the monster off of him, gasping in ache. He pulled himself to his feet, and shouted, “Din’s Fire!”
He held his fist (which was on fire) and punched the ground, sending a fire all around him. The raging fire flamed dangerously around the Wolfo, howling in horror as the flames prevail his whole entire being.
“I’m Link, the Hero of Time.”
Tiredly, he stood on his feet, his legs shaking from the violent battle, He gasped in pain. I have no strength…
As he walked into the staircase, Link leaned towards the wall, the only way to support his own weight. The dark evening grew even darker, he couldn’t see…but as he walked all the way up, he saw bright lights from the village’s lights from houses. Link could only smile, and hobbled over into the border of the Village. He had to enter Kakariko Village because he had to venture into the Shadow Temple, for the Shadow Medallion in order to continue his long and wearisome quest.
Quickly, all of a sudden, he fell onto his knees. The Hylian as a result growled, and then hissed under his breath frustratingly,
“Oh this is just great! I am exhausted and I can’t even walk! Why do I always have to have bad things happen to me?! Why why why?!!!!”
“How awkward it is to see the Hero of Time break in the aura of anger,” A voice spoke.
Link, surprised, looked up and saw a young man his age. He was slender, but difficult to see because his body was concealed by a long cloak, although his hood was down. He wore a turban, a scarf around his neck, covering his nose and mouth. He had dark blonde hair; his long banes covered his left eye, only exposing a crimson enigmatic eye. He also had dark tanned skin.
Link was always curious about him; in fact, he knew nothing about Sheik at all but that he was a Sheikah, and that he was one of their friends…and he wondered why he always hid his identity.
“Sheik?” The Hylian asked.
Sheik crossed his slender arms. “It has been a while since we last encountered,” He took graceful footsteps to Link and pulled him up to his feet. “You came to my village in order to get the Shadow Medallion, no?”
“You’re right.” Link smiled, “As usual.”
Sheik looked at Link’s shoulder, and asked, “Where is your fairy Companion?”
“Oh, Navi? She’s in my hat,” Then he narrowed his eyes, “sleeping while I was fighting a Wolfo.”
Soon after Link’s indication, a ball of a light blue light flew by his shoulder. Navi gave a yawn.
“Oh, Hey Linky! I gotta tell ya, I had really great sleep and…” She looked around and saw Sheik in front of her. “Oh, Sheik is here? We’re in Kakariko Village? What else did Navi miss?!”
“You slept while I was fighting a Wolfo.” Link answered flatly.
“I did?”
Link nodded, and sighed.
“Hmm…Hey! What happened to your arm? Why do you look so tired? What are you doing?! What am I doing?! We can’t lounge around here! Hey! We have a mission so let’s go already!”
Link shook his head. “No, I need a place to rest, I’m weak and exhausted.”
Sheik noticed his injury. “It looks like it. I see that you were in quite a fight.”
“That’s because he didn’t have me by his side to help him!” Navi bragged proudly.
Link shifted his eyes to her irksomely. “Navi,”
“Stop it, we must be quiet, it is evening.” Sheik turned around, “We stay at an inn for the night. I found one nearby us.”
They followed Sheik around the Village, and stopped by a log cabin of dark wood. There was a rickety sign that said, “The Sheikah’s Rest.” Inside was nothing special, a counter with a man behind. Link paid for the room, and entered to room the closest to the left. There were two small beds, a window, and a table with a candle. There was another room, with a bathtub, a sink, and other quaint objects. There was a warm scent of food below them, as if there was a restaurant nearby.
“Hey! I smell food!” Navi shouted.
“There is a Restaurant next-door,” Sheik answered. “That is where we will eat.”
Link felt his stomach twist and turn…
“I’m starving.” He uttered.
“Hey! Let us waste no time! Navi’s Hungry! I want food!!!!” The Fairy complained loudly.
“Sheik, this isn’t a restaurant!” Navi yelled.
She was right; the entire room was filled with men with wooden cups of beer. Some nearby began to chant a sailor song horribly, slurring their words and mispronouncing the simplest words a man could utter.
“It seems that I was wrong…I have not visited my home for a long time…” Sheik solemnly replied.
Rowdily, Navi began to fly around Sheik, singing, “Navi is Right! Navi’s Right! Navi’s always Right!”
Swiftly, Link grabbed the fairy in his hand and stuffed her into his side pack. All that could be heard was Navi shouting, “HEY!!!!!!!”
The two young men pretended like they had heard nothing. They walked their way through the narrow passages to get to the counter. There was a middle aged man singing, laughing at jokes and waving his cup of beer wildly as he spoke. As Sheik and Link sat upon two stools, they began to chat to each other.
“So, you have the Forest Medallion, the Light Medallion, the Fire Medallion, and the Water Medallion, is that correct?” Sheik checked.
“Yeah,” Link nodded. “I only need two more, and awaken two more sages,”
Sheik then faced away, and held a cup of ale in his hands.
“…Sheik, there’s two more sages to awaken, but is there more?” Link asked.
The Sheikah then faced Link, “I beg your pardon?”
“Rauru was the first Sage, Saria was a Sage, but so was Darunia and Princess Ruto…there are three more sages that I have to awaken, and so far, I knew every one of them, and if I knew all of the other Sages, will it be someone I know? Who is the Sage of Shadows or the Sage of Spirits, and…who is the Walking Sage?”
Sheik paused and turned away. “…You will have to find that out for yourself.”
Link’s eyes widened, and then narrowed. He dipped his head low, and sighed.
Sheik glanced at him, and spoke, “You’re tired, you must get rest.”
“Huh?” Link swiftly faced him. “Oh…yes, I think I’ll just go to my room.”
Sheik stood from his seat. “I’ll come too.”
As the two began to walk through, the Man who waved his cup a round’s arm rapped against Link’s waist, spilling the entire beverage from his waist to his knee all in a sticky brown and bubbly liquid. Link yelped as he looked down upon himself. A man holding a gallon of beer swung it over at Link, spilling the entire beverage on his tunic. Link yelped as he looked down upon himself. From his waist below on the right to his right knee was drenched in brown fizzing liquid.
The drunken man looked at the Hylian, and shouted, “Hey, green guy, buy me another drink!”
The Hylian elf was the young age of seventeen. He had dirty blonde hair, on his head an awkward long green cap that ended just below his shoulders. On his body was a forest green tunic over a white bodysuit. He had chunky leather boots and leather gauntlets on his hands, long pointed ears pierced with rings. The Hylian’s sharp dark blue eyes focused upon his enemy, a Wolfo.
The wolf-like beast appeared just like a wolf, but with huge front paws, possessing huge and razor-sharp claws. Its gleaming golden eyes greedily locked eyes upon the Hylian. He held the handle of his Indigo sword, the Master Sword. On his other arm was the Hylian Shield…he was the Hero of Time.
With a shout, the Hylian hacked the sword to the Wolfo…however missing the monster by a single breath. He was exhausted, alone nearby a village; the Hylian could have entered the nearby village, but as his sworn duty, he would not leave until the monster was defeated. He kneeled down, preparing to thrust a powerful slash of the Master Sword.
“I will get you,” The Hylian confirmed venomously. “You will pay for what you have done by killing those Hylians.”
Aside the Wolfo, his paws stood upon several bodies of Hylians from Kakariko Village, bloody and scraped with horrible injuries. The Wolfo greedily smiled threateningly. A Wolfo was an intelligent beast.
The Wolfo growled, laughing. “Killing is my passion! I love the taste of human’s flesh, the feel of blood on my claws, the cries of horror ring in my ears as if a melody…Killing is easy.”
The Hylian was disgusted to its despicable answer. “No…it isn’t! Killing to you must be so easy, but taking lives just as if plucking the petal off of a living flower?!”
“Just who do you think you are?”
Sickened by the Wolfo, he charged and hacked the sword at the monster. It jumped away, and adroitly, pounced savagely at his chest. The Hylian screamed, kicking it away. The Wolfo mightily gnashed its pointed fangs upon his wrist, the boy giving a loud cry of pain. The Hylian shoved the monster off of him, gasping in ache. He pulled himself to his feet, and shouted, “Din’s Fire!”
He held his fist (which was on fire) and punched the ground, sending a fire all around him. The raging fire flamed dangerously around the Wolfo, howling in horror as the flames prevail his whole entire being.
“I’m Link, the Hero of Time.”
Tiredly, he stood on his feet, his legs shaking from the violent battle, He gasped in pain. I have no strength…
As he walked into the staircase, Link leaned towards the wall, the only way to support his own weight. The dark evening grew even darker, he couldn’t see…but as he walked all the way up, he saw bright lights from the village’s lights from houses. Link could only smile, and hobbled over into the border of the Village. He had to enter Kakariko Village because he had to venture into the Shadow Temple, for the Shadow Medallion in order to continue his long and wearisome quest.
Quickly, all of a sudden, he fell onto his knees. The Hylian as a result growled, and then hissed under his breath frustratingly,
“Oh this is just great! I am exhausted and I can’t even walk! Why do I always have to have bad things happen to me?! Why why why?!!!!”
“How awkward it is to see the Hero of Time break in the aura of anger,” A voice spoke.
Link, surprised, looked up and saw a young man his age. He was slender, but difficult to see because his body was concealed by a long cloak, although his hood was down. He wore a turban, a scarf around his neck, covering his nose and mouth. He had dark blonde hair; his long banes covered his left eye, only exposing a crimson enigmatic eye. He also had dark tanned skin.
Link was always curious about him; in fact, he knew nothing about Sheik at all but that he was a Sheikah, and that he was one of their friends…and he wondered why he always hid his identity.
“Sheik?” The Hylian asked.
Sheik crossed his slender arms. “It has been a while since we last encountered,” He took graceful footsteps to Link and pulled him up to his feet. “You came to my village in order to get the Shadow Medallion, no?”
“You’re right.” Link smiled, “As usual.”
Sheik looked at Link’s shoulder, and asked, “Where is your fairy Companion?”
“Oh, Navi? She’s in my hat,” Then he narrowed his eyes, “sleeping while I was fighting a Wolfo.”
Soon after Link’s indication, a ball of a light blue light flew by his shoulder. Navi gave a yawn.
“Oh, Hey Linky! I gotta tell ya, I had really great sleep and…” She looked around and saw Sheik in front of her. “Oh, Sheik is here? We’re in Kakariko Village? What else did Navi miss?!”
“You slept while I was fighting a Wolfo.” Link answered flatly.
“I did?”
Link nodded, and sighed.
“Hmm…Hey! What happened to your arm? Why do you look so tired? What are you doing?! What am I doing?! We can’t lounge around here! Hey! We have a mission so let’s go already!”
Link shook his head. “No, I need a place to rest, I’m weak and exhausted.”
Sheik noticed his injury. “It looks like it. I see that you were in quite a fight.”
“That’s because he didn’t have me by his side to help him!” Navi bragged proudly.
Link shifted his eyes to her irksomely. “Navi,”
“Stop it, we must be quiet, it is evening.” Sheik turned around, “We stay at an inn for the night. I found one nearby us.”
They followed Sheik around the Village, and stopped by a log cabin of dark wood. There was a rickety sign that said, “The Sheikah’s Rest.” Inside was nothing special, a counter with a man behind. Link paid for the room, and entered to room the closest to the left. There were two small beds, a window, and a table with a candle. There was another room, with a bathtub, a sink, and other quaint objects. There was a warm scent of food below them, as if there was a restaurant nearby.
“Hey! I smell food!” Navi shouted.
“There is a Restaurant next-door,” Sheik answered. “That is where we will eat.”
Link felt his stomach twist and turn…
“I’m starving.” He uttered.
“Hey! Let us waste no time! Navi’s Hungry! I want food!!!!” The Fairy complained loudly.
“Sheik, this isn’t a restaurant!” Navi yelled.
She was right; the entire room was filled with men with wooden cups of beer. Some nearby began to chant a sailor song horribly, slurring their words and mispronouncing the simplest words a man could utter.
“It seems that I was wrong…I have not visited my home for a long time…” Sheik solemnly replied.
Rowdily, Navi began to fly around Sheik, singing, “Navi is Right! Navi’s Right! Navi’s always Right!”
Swiftly, Link grabbed the fairy in his hand and stuffed her into his side pack. All that could be heard was Navi shouting, “HEY!!!!!!!”
The two young men pretended like they had heard nothing. They walked their way through the narrow passages to get to the counter. There was a middle aged man singing, laughing at jokes and waving his cup of beer wildly as he spoke. As Sheik and Link sat upon two stools, they began to chat to each other.
“So, you have the Forest Medallion, the Light Medallion, the Fire Medallion, and the Water Medallion, is that correct?” Sheik checked.
“Yeah,” Link nodded. “I only need two more, and awaken two more sages,”
Sheik then faced away, and held a cup of ale in his hands.
“…Sheik, there’s two more sages to awaken, but is there more?” Link asked.
The Sheikah then faced Link, “I beg your pardon?”
“Rauru was the first Sage, Saria was a Sage, but so was Darunia and Princess Ruto…there are three more sages that I have to awaken, and so far, I knew every one of them, and if I knew all of the other Sages, will it be someone I know? Who is the Sage of Shadows or the Sage of Spirits, and…who is the Walking Sage?”
Sheik paused and turned away. “…You will have to find that out for yourself.”
Link’s eyes widened, and then narrowed. He dipped his head low, and sighed.
Sheik glanced at him, and spoke, “You’re tired, you must get rest.”
“Huh?” Link swiftly faced him. “Oh…yes, I think I’ll just go to my room.”
Sheik stood from his seat. “I’ll come too.”
As the two began to walk through, the Man who waved his cup a round’s arm rapped against Link’s waist, spilling the entire beverage from his waist to his knee all in a sticky brown and bubbly liquid. Link yelped as he looked down upon himself. A man holding a gallon of beer swung it over at Link, spilling the entire beverage on his tunic. Link yelped as he looked down upon himself. From his waist below on the right to his right knee was drenched in brown fizzing liquid.
The drunken man looked at the Hylian, and shouted, “Hey, green guy, buy me another drink!”
