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Post by Nayru on Feb 18, 2014 21:24:00 GMT
One Shot Reward: 50, 75 or 100 Rupees
This challenge is a bit different than the others. Take a prompt from below and write a one-shot about it using characters from this site. Think of it as a fanfic, basically. It can be romantic, or chummy, or even between enemies. Just try to include the word of the topic somewhere in your story. Each story must be 500 words or more. Your rupee prize will be randomly generated. You may write three per week, and once all 20 are taken, it will be reset so you can write about a prompt you have not had before.
1. Unlikely 2. Goodbye 3. Sugar 4. Full Moon 5. Soft and Stable 6. Hold My Tongue 7. Byegone 8. Crimson 9. Shake It Off 10. Mountains | 11. Sometime Around Midnight 12. Over the Creek 13. Clash 14. Careless 15. We Used To Be Friends 16. Someone Else 17. Welcome Home 18. Will We...? 19. Pictograph 20. What the Water Gave Me |
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Josh Dragonsflame
Hylian
Black Knight
"I never truly knew what love was until you came into my life. Thank you."
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OOC Name: Josh
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Post by Josh Dragonsflame on Feb 21, 2014 20:14:13 GMT
4:
"At one point in my life, [all I ever wanted] was to go out there and be an adventurer, and make something of myself" the Town Guard of Clock Town mused aloud to himself as he stood on a small cliff of rocks overlooking the town. His shift had ended an hour ago. Uneventful as per usual. But... It paid the bills. Kind of. Well, at the very least, it paid better then it once did. Nero had seen to that when Josh had shown him his rather.... Dismal quarters. Who knew that he'd been on the wrong payroll this entire time? Of course, maybe he should have seen it coming, but anyone he tried to talk to about the meager pay would dismiss him as some disgruntled employee. The guard wasn't the friendliest line of work, and their help desk was as dismal as his home was.
But that was different now. Now he lived in decent straits, able to make a living for himself. He owned a small home in Clock Town, not big, but good enough for him. But... That still didn't sate his hunger for action. And thus, he'd begun to appreciate his off time work as an Adventurer. Before, it was how he was keeping himself alive. Now, he did it because he enjoyed it. He enjoyed helping people in danger, he enjoyed defeating the perils that plagued the ones unable to defend oneself... And he wouldn't trade it for the world.
But why was he so adamant about it? So adamant about helping others... When he was younger, he just had a taste for action. Something that he didn't see much as a ranchhand, a rancher's son. It was the age old teenage rebellion for something exciting. But sometimes, you have to be grateful for what you have, and that was something Josh had learned the hard way. His parents apparent death, the sight of their destroyed, set aflame wagon scarred him for life. Those dreams of action and adventure were scorched just as his family was, and his entire life had crumbled around him. And later on, after spending the day helping another rancher with work in exchange for help getting him started on managing the ranch on his own, he had found his childhood home burnt to the ground.
With that favor, and a few other generous neighbors, Josh had been able to rebuild his home. But the problem was now, he no longer had the means to pay debts, having to start over from scratch. And that was taken advantage of by the ones his parents owed debts to, who took his newly rebuilt home as payment, leaving Josh homeless and alone. Sure, he'd been able to spend a week at one of his neighbors, but that didn't last long when a monster raid set that one ablaze as well. Hooligans. The monster problem in his homeland was a serious issue, one that left Josh wandering endlessly until collapse.
And that was when he had met her... That was how he had ended up in Clock Town.
His eyes opened... Ah, he'd drifted off, it seems. The mind worked quite strangely at times. The lefthand side of your brain could switch from one topic to another in a matter of seconds. It was a neverending cycle... As was life.
A smile crossed his face as he got up, heading back to town... It was a cold night. He felt tired. Back to work in the morning...
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"Hey! Wake up, silly!" a voice had called out to him. Female, her gentle voice a fair southern. His vision flickered a few times before the features of Dia came into view. She had the most beautiful silver eyes, he thought to himself....
The woman had silver eyes, and long brown hair, with blonde streaks in them. She looked about 5'8 and had a slim, albeit a bit curvy frame. Ah, he remembered now.... The innkeepers adopted daughter... He remembered now. He had traveled for two weeks, his water and food supply was running low, and he was desperate..... And finally, he had collapsed. He had been unable to find a home, or a job, or any way to ensure his survival. He had been endlessly walking... He had come into territory that was very unfamiliar to him. He remembered that he had collapsed, exhausted, and had been found by a woman on a horse. He had woken up in the same bed that he was lying in now. He recognized every feeling, ever inch of the fabric on the blanks. She had introduced herself as Diamond, Dia for short. She had saved him and brought him to the inn in Clock Town. She had saved him...
It had been about what... A year since? He'd been living at the inn since while he looked for work, under Dia's hospitality. And he had found it. She had a contact in the guard, and Josh had told her stories of his want for action when he was younger, for adventure. It had been the closest that was possible, so she had pulled some strings and gotten him the job. Something he would forever be grateful for. Since the pay was small though, she had allowed him to stick around so he could eventually afford his own home.
"Ugh...." he managed to get out as he sat up. For the sake of Nayru's Love, his back hurt... Training drills were NOT fun at all, and he had plenty of them the day before. The regular regiments for guards was wretched. Not that he wasn't used to backbreaking work, but that didn't make the pain any less.
"Come on, lazy bones! You promised me that you would spend your day off with me!" the woman said, giggling at Josh's hesitation to get out of bed... Or maybe it was just the fact his body wasn't so quick to cooperate.
"Oh yeah...." Josh managed to get out, groaning as he willed his body to let him out of bed. His mind screamed "GET UP!" while his body screamed "GO BACK TO BED!", but it wasn't like he was going to do the latter with Dia standing over him.
"SHIT!" he let out aloud as his body finally willed itself to move.... As in roll. Roll like a little jellybean, and then finally.... SMACK. His nose impacted the floor. "Ow...." he muttered to himself. A laugh erupted from Dia as she helped the groggy guard to his feet.
"I could always leave you to sleep if you're that sore" she offered with a comforting smile. Sure, he had promised, but she wasn't selfish. She knew the regiments were rigorous.
"No.... No, that's quite alright" Josh said. "I don't break a promise, Dia. Ever" he said with a slight smile. "I'll be sore, but... Well, I'm up now" he said with a laugh. "No going back!"
The woman laughed, as Josh cracked his neck. "But...." the woman began. "Are you alright?" she asked worriedly.
"Why would I not be alright?" the guard asked. "Sure, I'm sore and all, but I'll be fine once I stretch and wake up" he said reassuringly.
"No... It's not that" Dia said, biting his lip. "Last night... I could hear you talking in your sleep. It sounded like you were having a nightmare, screaming something.... You sounded like you were in pain"
The guard tilted his head. Had he been disturbing the others in the inn by sleeptalking... Or sleepscreaming, or whatever you might call it? A remorseful look crossed his face. "I apologize...." he said, with a sigh. "I didn't mean to disturb any of you"
She gave a smile in response. "We were more worried then disturbed" she said solemnly. "Was it about your parents? You told me about them dying, and your home burning...."
Josh closed his eyes, and sighed. "Yes...." he said quietly. "Again, I'm sorry if I worried any of you"
Dia smiled and took Josh by the hand, leading him out of the room. As they left, he caught his reflection in a mirror.... Staring back at him was a younger Josh DragonsFlame. He looked to be about 19. Just months before the Carnival...
"Can you believe the Carnival is just around the corner?" Dia asked excitedly as they walked out of the inn. Josh put a hand over his eyes for a moment as the suns rays temporarily blinded him. As he adjusted to the daytime light, he smiled as he looked over at Dia. "Yeah...." he said, taking a breath. "Are you uh.... Yknow, going with anyone?" he asked curiously.
Dia immediately burst into laughter. "Me? That's silly. Well, maybe not... That Chaz kid asked me to spend the carnival with him!" she said with a laugh.
"And, I'm guessing you took it?" he asked, hiding his disappointment.
"No!" Dia said with a laugh. "And why is that?" Josh asked, curiosity in his eyes.
"Because he asked me to the Carnival.... And nearly every other girl in Clock Town!" she said with a laugh. "I told him to get lost. Why do you ask?"
"Well...." Josh began, taking a breath. "You see... Uh... I don't really have any plans for the Carnival, and was wondering if... You know, maybe you'd like to spend it with me?" he asked, smirking a bit. "Hey, if you can ask me to spend the day with you, I'm sure I can do the same at some point, right?" he asked cheekily, his confidence returning a bit.
Dia again erupted into laughter, before nodding. "Sounds like a plan!" she said. Relief washed over Josh's mind like a tidal wave, and he couldn't help but smile. Why he was so overcome with joy at this, he didn't know. He knew he cared about Dia a great deal, but why did this hangout request seem different from the others? It was.... Odd, really.
The two walked off into the distance, a day of fun ahead of them.
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Night had come. The two stood at the balcony in the inn, staring out at the bright lights and the calm atmosphere that was Clock Town. It was quiet, people were heading into their homes for the night...
"Hey..... Josh?" Dia asked, and Josh turned his head to look at her. "Listen... I just wanted to say.... Thank you. For spending the day with me today, despite how tired you were, and the nightmares and the soreness.... It means a lot to me" she said with a small smile.
"It's nothing" the Guard responded with a smile.
"Listen.... I want you to have this" Dia said, handing what seemed to be a guitar to Josh. "I had two of these... I've been thinking of showing you how to play for quite some time...." she said quietly.
Josh looked over the instrument curiously, but eyed her and smiled. "Thank you..." he said. "Maybe we could tonight, before you have to go help the customers?" he asked.
A wide grin crossed Dia's face, as if she was hoping for it. "Of course!" she exclaimed. And for the next hour, music, both good and bad, the bad being when Josh was having trouble and making music that sounded like someone had ran off with Neri's underpants and Neri was running after them with her super gloves scratching across the walls, rang throughout Clock Town from the balcony. Eventually, Josh got the hang of it, and they played throughout the night.
Finally, the sun was beginning to come up. The early stages of dawn were upon them. The music stopped as they both realized this fact. Josh and Dia turned to face each other, each taking a breath.
"Thank you... I... I had a great time with you today, uh-Yesterday-Uh, you know what I mean...." Josh stammered, taking a breath, his cheeks crimson.
Dia's cheeks peaked a little rosy, and she smiled. "I had a lot of fun too... It was fun spending time together... I...."
Their eyes met. Josh breathed softly, and again his mind wandered back to how beautiful she looked... And it was there that he realized.... He loved her.
She had saved his life... Given him a home, given him a life, given him work, given him neverending companionship and support... She had been there for him in his darkest hour, and he could never repay that... For so long, he'd cared deeply for her, and now... He knew why.
Almost instinctively, both of them leaned in just a bit... Closer and closer, inch by inch.... And just an inch away from contact.... A voice vibrated from within the inn.
"DIA!" came the voice, female. The sudden yelling caused them both to pull away, surprised, or better yet it just plain scared the shit out of the both of them. Their cheeks were crimson as they let the voice speak again. "I need you to take a convoy to the ranch near Milk Road to get some supplies!" the woman shouted.
"Yes mother!" Dia shouted in reply, before smiling faintly at Josh. "I'll... See you when I get back, okay?" she said. Josh nodded, before realizing that they had subconsciously taken each other's hand, squeezing tight. He squeezed her hand tight one more time before letting her go.
It was about time he got some rest.... Another guard shift tomorrow. As boring as it was, at least now he had something to look forward to.....
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After that day, everything became a blur. He remembered waking up to find the innkeeper in tears. Monsters had waylaid the convoy, destroyed it.... Dia would not be coming home. She had been murdered, killed during the attack. He remembered the agony that had overcame him, his wish that he could have said goodbye, to have told her how he truly felt....
The blur continued, everything from the wake, to the funeral, to leaving the inn once he was able to afford his own home...
Voices vibrated in his head..... Tormenting him... Agonizing him..... Voices that had plagued him for so long...
"She died for you...."
"You don't know where she was...."
"She called your name...."
"Diamond's gone, Josh...."
"She loved you, you know?"
"Wanted the best for you...."
"Imagine the future you could have had...."
"She died alone just like your parents..."
"And you were too weak to stop it...."
"Too clueless to find her...."
"She died alone...."
The voices intensified, a headache was brimming... And he couldn't stop it....
"She died for you...."
"You don't know where she was...."
"She called your name...."
"Diamond's gone, Josh...."
"She loved you, you know?"
"Wanted the best for you...."
"Imagine the future you could have had...."
"She died alone just like your parents..."
"And you were too weak to stop it...."
"Too clueless to find her...."
"She died alone...."
Fingers to his ears, trying to push it away, nothing would stop it....
"She died for you...."
"You don't know where she was...."
"She called your name...."
"Diamond's gone, Josh...."
"She loved you, you know?"
"Wanted the best for you...."
"Imagine the future you could have had...."
"She died alone just like your parents..."
"And you were too weak to stop it...."
"Too clueless to find her...."
"She died alone...."
He couldn't stop it... Just as he couldn't save her... And finally, he let out a scream in agony, a scream in devastation, in misery....
And then he woke up.
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A cold sweat. Up with a start. Whatever you wanted to call it, Josh sat up straight in bed, his eyes wide. The memories still fresh in his mind. His eyes frantically moved to the mirror nearby. He was 21 again... He was in Clock Town, in his home. He put a hand on his face, and realized that tears were flowing down from his eyes, like miniature fountains.
"Fuck...." he muttered as he threw off the covers and got out of bed. He walked to the window, opening it and staring out at the nighttime Clock Town.... Dawn was here, just the crack of it by the looks of it. In the distance, he could see the inn... And the balcony. His eyes darted to the guitar that rested against the wall, the one Dia had given to him...
He sighed, picking it up. His fingers skimmed the strings for a moment, his touch warm against the cold strings. And then, almost as if by instinct, he began to play....
And with that, the tune that he and Dia had played in their last moments together filled the streets of Clock Town from the window... As Josh became lost in the music.
He remembered now. Why he was so adamant about all of this. He did it for her. That nobody else would have to die and leave loved ones behind to suffer like she had. He worked so hard in his adventuring so that nobody else would have to ever suffer as he had... And he would give his entire being to make sure of it. This was his motivation.
And as he played, even if for a moment.... Josh was at peace.
FIN.
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Post by Lance on Feb 23, 2014 23:51:37 GMT
x 17. breakfast in bed For most, it would probably be surprising to know that the elusive Keaton of Termina, of all beings, had some folks he occasionally visited. Some were friends, or at least acquaintances, of his persona; others were folks closer to his own age, even older still, which was saying something now he was pushing a good century and a half of life. A rather long life, to be certain, and one that went with its fair share of such acquaintances passing by well before it ended, but a fairly good life nonetheless. Lance, or for now 'Drake,' liked to think that way, at least. In its own way, it helped make that passage of time easier and largely disregard the his first fifteen years of life spent on a land outside Termina, which actually had had other Keatons around. Troublesome bastards, he was glad to be away from most of them so he could have his own claimed land, of a sort. Whatever the case... on to the day's activities for him, then, hm? Sure dawn hadn't cracked, and wouldn't for another hour or two, but who was he to care for the world's little customs? 'Morning' was whenever he felt like, as was 'sleep time;' that was all it was. And he'd even folks to visit for a bit! Some of whom would hardly enjoy, but then hardly notice, his company. The baker first, in his dwelling that was the bakery. Some bread was needed, and the man could probably be coerced to let loose with it... or perhaps not. He wouldn't be missing it, whatever the case; after all, who wanted bread that was being left overnight and thereby not freshly baked? Or rather dough... Well, nobody said the local Keaton couldn't cook -- he had a reasonable array of talents -- and the baker would hardly notice a bit of dough missing, would he? Nah, not a chance of that, surely; and with that, there was step one of the little meal Lance was preparing: bread. On to steps two to whatever, which would require the actual food beyond merely bread. On to the cafe next, then, and darting through the streets with the bag containing the bread hanging from his mouth, and those few on the streets pointedly and efficiently evaded. And the cafe... really though, after so long, wouldn't one wish to replace some things sometime? Well, it made things easier for the Keaton to slip in unnoticed just as he'd done multiple times in the past, anyway, and quickly enough for a passing guard to not see so much as the tip of the fox's three tails. There he lowered the bag carefully to the ground to free up his mouth for now, sniffing slightly at the air to take stock of anything that was around. Once again, not even bothering to move things; well, if it wasn't broke, he supposed, and it certainly made things easier for his part. So then... some fruits were rather a necessity, and a tray, and... hm, yes, some fresh cream and butter would serve well. A little fruit with cream, some toast and butter, and... ah, why bother? An omelette. That would... maybe work with fruit. He wasn't certain, but he'd give it a try, and thus it was off to chopping and cooking, shifting to his presently-adopted Hylian form and getting to work quietly as could be. The task, ultimately, didn't take long before he had such a fruit and cream omelette as well as some buttered toast on the side. Perfect, then; off back out the cafe and to his little destination for the early morning. Better yet, he barely had to go anywhere; the acquaintance to visit this time was right in Clock Town, even though most of the silly people around weren't even aware of the fact. Then again, he did have better senses and a longer life than them, so he couldn't blame them too much, perhaps. Anyway though, onward, back to his natural Keaton form and back through his common exit and entrance to the cafe that he'd likely never tell a soul, or if he did, lie about it anyway; it was his specialty, after all! Through the streets with the tray carefully held in his mouth and the food on it, his speed only such that the food wouldn't shift around too much and he wouldn't risk losing any of it, or the tray itself for that matter. To the more open area of North Clock Town, through a hole in the wall there, and onward to the 'fountain' area beyond. And then, well... over to and up onto the bed to get some attention, the tray still held securely even then. "Wh... what? What's this?" the woman in the bed, older even than the Keaton himself, if one could believe, sleepily mumbled. "Mmh mrphmrph," the Keaton muttered, the syllables at least playing out the words 'it's breakfast,' considering the tray in his mouth, well... rather kept it from moving to actually properly make out words. Minor inconveniences, suffice it to say. Nobody... well, alright, there probably were people that said the local Keaton wasn't particularly nice, and they were probably justified in saying so, but he could perform some nice acts, at least. On occasion. The fact that every bit of the food had been nicked from place to place notwithstanding.
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Nero Antony
Hylian
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Post by Nero Antony on Mar 6, 2014 4:01:08 GMT
x 2. letters I wonder what you're doing now, what your life has become. Please just tell me you're safe. When he was a child, Nero grew up in a little rural town far off from where he lived now. All those years ago he hardly ever had a friend in the world. Always too shy to say hi to anyone, he ended up playing by himself at his house with his toys, or at the school with imaginary playmates. When nobody was around he'd sometimes make noises or make dialogue with other people. Who was there to make fun, after all? "Gyeeeeeaaa!", he screamed! He was a giant hawk flying through the air. Or maybe a soldier with a war cry. After getting tired he stopped to play a more relational game. He brought a wooden toy lamb his dad whittled for him, and he played farmer in the dry dirt by the steps to the building he went to school in. "Okay mister lamb, let's get you some hay!" He sloped the mouth of the toy onto the grass as if it was eating. "Hey! You like those too?" A little girl a bit older, and a bit smaller appeared seemingly out of thin air. Nero recognized her from class. She brought a toy horse with her and sat down next to him, trotting her pony along the grass by his grazing lamb. "I'm Nerina! What's your name?"His first memory of somebody who liked him... Letters could only say so much. They wrote back and forth every once in a while - not nearly enough as he wanted, but he was still really shy. What if I send too many and she doesn't wanna write anymore? The last one he received was from last month. It read, Dear Nero,
I hope all is well. It's nice here in Labrynna. Recently there was a parade through our town. There have been a lot of houses built lately you know? C.C. and me have been hard at work but I really just want to play my songs and not have to pick broccoli all day. Maybe someday I'll be a bardess full-time. I met somebody nice who's been showing me how to write lyrics! Isn't that cool? How are you nowadays? Are you still chasing your dream of being a knight? I wish we could come visit you but I can never get away from work. I'll be sure to tell you if I ever get a chance to go to the city - pinky promise! Anyways, write me back soon!
- Nerina "You wanna play with -me-?" He was shocked somebody would want to play together with him. "Mkay.", he said quietly. He decided that the horse and the lamb should race around the track. They had their animals next to each other and Nero's lamb somehow kept up with the horse. "I like this game. Do you wanna play one of my games? It's just pretend... but it's fun...""Okay!", she chirped. Off they went, running around the yard playing the game Nero had invented by his lonesome. He was so glad to have someone else to play with. It had been too long since he last wrote her back. He liked to think that they were more than just pen-pals... But it was really just wishful thinking, or so he imagined. At any rate, it was time once again to send of another letter to her. Dear Nerina,
I've been well - I wonder how much has changed since I saw the town last. It's been quite some time. It's crazy to think about how much time has gone by since we started writing to each other. I'm sure you'll get to be a bardess someday and play music for a living. I see lots of people do it so I know it's possible. As for me I'm just getting by. Not a knight, but I'm doing fairly well I guess. Maybe someday I can come back to the town to see it. That'd be nice. Well, got to go - maybe I'll see you sometime. We'll play giant hawks like when we were kids, okay?
- NeroHe smiled, and put the paper into the envelope. The next day he put it in the mailbox on his way to work. He arrived a little late that day. "HEY - HOW MANY TIMES A WEEK ARE YOU GONNA SHOW UP HERE TWENTY MINUTES LATE? GET TO WORK BOY!" That was the taskmaster in the restaurant he washed dishes at. Later that day it so happened that he got a pink slip and lost his job. How am I going to eat now?, he wondered worriedly. He got into his house and ran over all the things he could do to survive. He hated the city. His family was missing, and there was nowhere he could turn. Who knows if he'd be homeless next week? He calmed his breathing a bit and thought about home... He was scared that it would all be different. But why not, it's what he wanted wasn't it? And he'd be otherwise back at square one anyway. That week he gathered what little he had and brought it all with him to the town where he grew up, where those letters of hers were coming from. As the horse he rode came into town, he looked at the familiar layout. Some new buildings popped up, some disappeared, but he wanted to see the schoolyard where he and his little friend had played all those years ago. The place was completely the same! It had new siding and a shed of some sort now, but it was all still there - even his little seat in the dry dirt. He pulled the lamb from his pocket - Nero kept it with him to remind him of his fun here. "Wanna play a game?" A familiar, yet more... adult voice rung out from behind him. As he turned around to reply, he saw his friend from forever ago. She had her little toy horse with her, and Nero teared up a bit. "Ne...rina?" He opened up completely and as tears ran down his cheeks the girl... now, woman gave him a big hug with her horsie in hand. "I missed you so much...", they said in unison, letters filling both their pockets to the brims.
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Kamahra Torros
Goron
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Post by Kamahra Torros on Mar 6, 2014 4:35:55 GMT
Once in her life, Kamahra was fully aware of her surroundings. Both physically, and mentally; she had a steady life to lead. Without fail she balanced her social life, her career, and her family. She had affection for her husband so deep that every moment they spent together felt like a new adventure sparking into action. She loved him unconditionally; and the son they had brought into the world was a great addition to the family as she had even more love to share with him. Her warm, bright surroundings made her passionate for life – every day she looked forward to her job and the adventures each sunrise would bring. Though quickly the passion burnt like a fire; it rose until it hit its spark and burst into ignition, though after a while it quickly dissipated into a heaping pile of warm ash. That was her marriage after a long time, deep-rooted in tithes and oaths. Kamahra’s love for her sculpture and metalwork caused her to want to stay amid her Goron sisters and brothers. The two tried to work out their differences, but it was like two different forces were pulling them apart, causing the two to become angrier with each other after each passing day. Arguments would be their morning wishes; fights would be their sweet dreams. The routine was a cyclic, only worsening with each repetition until finally, one day, Kamahra’s husband had enough. He fought fiercer than he had ever before, and Kamahra’s defenses were only just enough to stand guard. He threatened her with absence, something she thought she’d never be able to survive with, though she faced her ultimatum: live together with discord, or live alone with at least some solace. So she faced him. “Take your leave, fill me with emptiness and echo. My need for you had vanished long ago; only the wind carries it now. It’s blown away, never to come back. The same goes for you: leave this place and never return.” She looked at him with her burning red eyes, standing fierce against her fears. Kamahra’s exterior was worn like a warrior though on the inside, she faced panic and anxiety as she wondered how she would be able to make ends meet with her ex-husband gone. It was time for a reset. A time to change, a time to be reborn into something new. She took her ring that once belonged to partnership and broke it in half. To the mountainside she walked and faced the vast empty valleys below, feeling now a part of them. The ring in hand, she tossed the pieces over the fence to fully accept her time to change. “It’s time to reset,” she whispered to herself. “Me and Pebble will have to work at the shop full time, and maybe even hire another hand…” But this wasn’t the time to worry about responsibility; she needed to focus on herself, on what kind of new life she was going to lead. Would she and her son lead a life of hardship and woe? No, she wouldn’t let that happen. She would ensure that no matter what, she and her son could live happily, and independently. She didn’t need a man in her life to tell her what to do; she was now going to be the boss, to take control of her own life. Upon this revelation she looked up at the vast sky, full of endless possibilities. No more worries, and no more strife; she was ready to take control of her life, and that was the journey she embarked upon.
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Nerina Lif
Hylian
the waitress
*trips* oops, 'scuse me!!
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Post by Nerina Lif on Mar 13, 2014 5:40:52 GMT
x 3. prey The mighty Nerines Lifibus Minimus stalks her quarry with the utmost care…
She watched silently as the brown boots crossed in front of her hiding place. Can't mess this up. Gotta make sure it's juuuuust right… The woman crouched carefully and went over her mental checklist. Okay…
- Hidden: check.
- Crouch: check.
- Air sniff: check.
- Tail twitch: um… don't have a tail. No check.
Now I have to just watch and wait. And so she did, counting careful seconds. …Farore, ten Farore, eleven Farore, twelve Farore, thirteen Farore, fourteen Farore… In approximately one thousand one hundred and eighty-five more Farore-s (or twenty minutes (minus fifteen seconds)), he should pass her hiding place, and then… and then…Nero was on patrol that day, and to say the least, it hadn't been going very well. A cart and its careless driver had run him off the road into the laundry pool just after the beginning of his shift — he was still damp. Then, when he tried to eat his lunch (a sloppy joe (emphasis on "sloppy") from Nerina) one of the town's stray cats tried to steal it from him, and nearly succeeded. It, at least, got most of the meat, which fell out in a desperate game of keep-away. And now, to top it all off, he had tried to stop in at the restaurant during the rest of his allotted twenty-minute lunch break, only to find that this was Nerina's day off; she hadn't even been spotted recently! Hence the quite understandable reason why Nero was storming around in a stink. I wish I could find Neri. She would be able to cheer me up. Maybe she slept in…?Nerina yawned. She had gotten up at three A.M. and snuck out of the house through her window to put this together — guardhunting missions were delicate things, after all. She checked her hourglass, then peered out the peephole she'd made. Is that him…? Yes it is! Alright!!She quickly packed all of her things into various pockets and watched his movements carefully. A couple more steps… keep coming… little more… aaaaaand…Nerina exploded out of her leaf pile. "RAWR!""WhoawhatheywaitOOF!"She pounced on Nero in a giant hug, blindsiding him quite solidly with enough force to knock him over. They tumbled to the pavement, Nero automatically rolling to put himself in an advantageous position over his attacker, who was— "Guess what! I caught you!""Neri…?""Hi." She grinned. "Where did you even come from?!""Well…" The woman pointed behind her. "See that leaf pile? Yeah. That's where."Nero was confused. "You just… made a leaf pile, and used it to hide?"Nerina nodded. "Mhm! So I could catch you!" She smiled, obviously quite pleased with herself. "I see…" Nero sat back and looked over his friend. She was covered in leaf mould, and there were twigs in her hair. He plucked one out. "So… you gonna get off me?" Nerina asked, beginning to wriggle her way out. (This isn't awkward at all.) They got up and dusted themselves off (of course, there was a lot more dusting to be done on Nerina's part; it involved vigorous head-shaking as well as swiping off her clothes several times). "Was that all? No more random surprises, Neri?""Just this!" Nerina handed him a package wrapped in brown paper, and then kissed him on the cheek. "I forgot to pack this in your lunch, so I figured I'd deliver it to you specially! But I decided to make it fun, because it's my day off, so… yeah!""Neri…" Nero didn't know how to react. "You're so silly sometimes," he finally laughed, giving up on saying anything deep. "I know! Silly is fun!" she chirped. "Oh, wait — I can follow you on your patrol, right? I mean, I won't be too distracting, and two heads're better than one!" The girl looked so much like a puppy asking for a walk that Nero had to laugh again. "Of course you can, Neri."And they walked and skipped (respectively) off into the bustle of Clock Town's streets.
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Post by Lance on Mar 18, 2014 18:07:01 GMT
10. Starlight A mermaid, or so the stories told. A beauty, a siren of the seas. An elusive creature that was the sole of its kind... perhaps. Then again, that didn't seem right... after all, if there was one, then surely there were parents? If there was one, there surely had to be more, somewhere or other. Hard to say one way or another, but there were surely ways to find out. Catch one, lure out the others, wherever they were hiding. Yes, that seemed quite feasible. So the higher moonlit tide was followed, a fisherman's trick to get some of the best catches. Nets, as well; couldn't use hooks, not against this particular prey. They wouldn't work, after all, and the less they could damage the rumored mermaid, the better. Bind her, rather; tie her up, keep her from getting away. Anything they needed to get the job done and lead up to future jobs. Perhaps they'd even lead to other rumored, mythical creatures of Termina or lands beyond! The Sky Whale, Faeries, the Keaton of North Clock Town... anything would do! Even just the thought of the potential fame was quite something, enough for the fisherman to almost lose one of his only two nets for not tying it to his boat as securely as he should have. Accursed fish, there were bigger fish to... ...no, wait, never mind that thought. He was a fisherman, it was still his job and livelihood to catch fish. He couldn't just casually ignore them when he still needed to eat and earn some income. Then there was the whale. That was... er... a bit much. The fisherman could see the large creature drifting under... wait... there! The mermaid, it had to be! Hastily the fisherman moved, not minding the whale in the least, but instead dragging up his latest thrown net as hastily as he could, ignoring the fact that he was probably losing some fish from it in the process. Never mind that, the bigger catch was in sight! But... how? The whale was a bit in the way, but if he waited too long, the mermaid would get away... bugger it. Recklessly as could be, perhaps, the fisherman hastily tied a mild weight onto the net before tossing it out, hoping beyond some hope that the fairly dim starlight would serve him well and have the creature not notice it until it was too late. So he watched as the net quietly sunk down... and the whale moved. Hm. That was probably a problem. No, wait... definitely a problem. The man could but watch helplessly as the whale snatched at the sinking net, not unfortunately having the foresight himself to untie the thing. A quick tug and the man let out a cry of panic as the boat was suddenly dragged a few inches under the water, and one side slowly, inextricably began to tilt upward. Try as he might to scrabble along and right the boat, even if it was to go underwater, the surface was already too slippery. Instead, he was merely doomed to slip back into the chilly water, watching the boat land around him completely the wrong way up. The latest fisherman thoroughly defeated, the whale and mermaid alike could make their peaceful way onward, ignoring whatever happened to him from that point. Just another fisherman, just another day, no sense worrying too much about it, right? After all, it wasn't as though this were the first time something like this had happened.
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Post by Nayru on Mar 18, 2014 18:31:12 GMT
Josh Dragonsflame: So sad. :( But just know that Naomi didn't have an adopted sister. <.< So IDK. If this ever comes into the RP, we'll have to discuss this... XD 100 Rupees!
Lance: That sneaky, sneaky Keaton! But at least it was for a good cause... I guess? 50 Rupees!
Nero Antony: D'aw, reunions~ 50 Rupees!
Kamahra Torros: Yeahhh, girl power! Though it's still sad that she kicked out the father of her child... 75 Rupees!
Nerina Lif: Very colorful... nyaa~ It's cute how you portray these two. 75 Rupees!
Lance: Oohhh a story about Mira! Well kinda. XD More like the fisherman. But neat nonetheless. 100 Rupees!
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Post by Axel Heartnet on Apr 17, 2014 19:54:25 GMT
14. "hey! listen!"
It had been a few days after the events of Woodfall. Deep in Clock Town, just around the corner of a dark alley, lied a new shop, the Great Mask Shop. It’s owner? One of the most unbearable individuals on this planet. Why’s that you ask? According to the sayings of a certain guardsman, the Mask Salesman is selfish, cold-hearted as well as some other insults forgotten into the walls of Woodfall. But to the man, such things did not matter. He wanted his own happiness and he would get it through this mask industry, from kicking a certain Imp’s ass as well as possibly restore a lost Kingdom. Quite an interesting goal, am I right? But hey, listen. This ain’t the end of it. That individual is a Sheikah, a lost species of Hylians that protect the Royal Family. Alast, he is the last of his kind, and sometimes, or some people, tend to make him see how lonely he is. Especially a little girl who recently made him know he had no family nor friends, even though it may not have been her goal. Those words made him angry and sad, leading him to a rampage against the creatures of Woodfall. He even went and did a fist fight with a giant. Proof that emotions can cloud your judgement easily. But afterwards? He still felt the sadness in him. And that girl had vanished, thus stopping him from telling her what’s on his mind. So, what was the remaining solution? Alcohol. From here on out, you shall see what happened in a certain Bar where the guards had to intervene.
It was the night of a rainy day. Wearing his usual mask and robe, the young man headed for the most popular bar of Termina. For simplicity’s sake, Axel had left his sword behind, removing a weight from his back. He also wasn’t planning on starting a fight, even though he had quite the temper and didn’t really know how he would react while being drunk. So this would indeed be safer for the others present in the bar. Axel entered the bar, not without doing any noise with the opening door. People stared at him as he went toward the counter and asked for their strongest drink. After a few glasses in his body, the Mask Salesman felt much better… and drunk. At least he wasn’t on the verge of collapsing, but his senses were affected by the alcohol. He was going to ask for a glass of water to calm the alcohol when he heard a fat bearded man yell in the back of the room and flip a table. “Hey, listen everyone! That dumbass just tried to cheat in an honest poker game!” Said the bearded oversize individual, followed by a loud evil laugh. “I wasn’t cheating! You tricked the game and made me pass as the cheater!” Said the poor victim of the fat guy. The two man continued their quarrel, making quite a ruckus in the bar. In the end, Axel lost his nerve. Deposing his glass on the counter, he raised from his chair and went to see the two individuals that were having an issue. His hands got out of his robes and grabbed the two guys by their throat. “Hey, listen well you two. There are other people in here, other than both of you. You got problems? Bring them outside. Otherwise? I’ll make you see hell.” As he finished speaking, Somebody threw a bottle behind his head. Surprised, Axel released his grip on the individuals. Now they’ve done it. His scar started to glow under his mask, almost giving the impression that his eyes were irradiating a red colored aura. He was angry, and drunk. Things were bond to go overboard. Turning around, the young man grabbed a chair… and thus the fight began. The bar was being wrecked around by Axel fighting almost all the customers in the bar. It was… quite a sight if one could say. After some time though, the guards barged in and started arresting people, Axel included. Back in clock town, in one of the cells, the young Mask Salesman was slowly recovering from his drunkenness and wounds. Suddenly, a man in a cell near him placed his face against the bars, trying to speak with Axel. “Hey, Listen---““SHUT! UP!”
The End.
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Post by Lance on Apr 17, 2014 20:45:34 GMT
19. wasteland What was it about practically a wasteland like this that seemed to spawn so many legends and the like? Ah, but that was precisely it, then, wasn't it? Destruction, desolation... such things spawned a certain natural curiosity in many to find out the ' why'. Perhaps he was even amongst that number, or perhaps he was just simply bored... who knew, really? None knew why the local Keaton who was already starting to spawn some legends and tales of his own did what he did, and that was perfectly fine with him. It was only his 19th year here... considering the lifespan of his kin, he had plenty of time to get them going! So the yet still relatively young Keaton went off on his way in pursuit of adventure, of a sort, or at least something new. Clock Town's own little secrets were being discovered by him piece by piece as it was with all the time he'd spent there, and he'd even adopted a little curiosity of his own; that was, a Hylian persona, something to blend in with and help prod along whatever he wished to. This, though... now wasn't this quite the change of scenery? No doubt the place used to be rather more pleasant; the iron fences along the path on to it certainly depicted it once being put to use by people, rather than whatever might be there now. 'Twas a little eerie, he had to admit, but he was already here; there was nowhere he could let himself go now but forward. Probably not the greatest idea, but who said a young Keaton like him had to follow logic? Quiet as could be footsteps led the golden-furred, three-tailed fox along before his ears caught a minor clacking, and he darted quickly off to the side to somewhere he could at least partly hide. Ah, lo and behold, a skeleton... no, stalfos, he supposed. Stalchild? Bah, one of the two. It certainly explained why people didn't come here, especially under the dead of night as it was now, no doubt. If there was one, there would surely be others. More than that, he could surely have a little fun. He wasn't too adept at traps and the like just yet, but against something like this, who needed such things? There were other means to toy around with them. With that in mind, the Keaton swiftly darted out from his little hiding place and off to the Stalfos. Its sword raised up, but considering the fox's target, that wasn't going to do it any good; the golden-furred vulpine was barely gone, tails and all, by the time it came down... more so for the fact that it didn't come down at the intended spot. Suddenly losing one's balance would do that, after all. "Sorry, feel like borrowing this," the Keaton spoke with a small, mischievous grin, his voice muffled somewhat by the leg bone he'd caught in his jaw and separated just earlier from the other bones it had been attached to. "M-my lord, an intruder!" the Stalfos called out. So they could talk... the Keaton most certainly made a note of that. And there was something... no, perhaps more than one something louder than the simple walking of a Stalfos that the Keaton's ears picked up soon enough. Lo and behold, looking intently in that direction... skeletal horses. Now wasn't that quite the thing? And each ridden by someone that seemed rather more... important than one's standard stalfos. "You... creature. Return the bone to its place," one of them sternly spoke, more specifically the one with the eyepatch. "What might you wish done to this creature, my liege? I can have him caught immediately," the undead offered, turning slightly to the other, the undead King, nearby. "This is a curious creature, one not seen in Termina for quite some time. See to it that it's captured; it could be of some use to us, in some way. Perhaps even something to help sniff out the Garo," he with the horned skull spoke. "'Capture'?" the Keaton incredulously repeated, chuckling almost madly. Capture one of the most elusive beings he ever knew of? Hah! Sure he was still young, but no way would he go so easily. Only to aid the fact was the obvious surprise of his speech, something he was already quite used to. Keatons had been quite nearly forgotten to Termina... he was just recently bringing some of that knowledge and those legends back. "No, no, you can't capture me! I've a home, and a family I need to aid!" the fox seemed to plead, his ears and tail alike drooping, as well as his head. One could almost think he was going to drop the bone and just give up... but no, he'd hardly be a tricky Keaton if he did that! "And... and... I'll be taking this! I'm sure this one'll be fine, just give him some other bone around here or maybe a strong branch and he'll be back up in no time!" the Keaton chuckled before suddenly turning and darting off. 'After him!' was easily heard on his way, but he wouldn't be caught this day, not a chance! Perhaps they'd miss the bone he was taking off with, but it was but one of a likely large number; they'd not miss it too much. They probably wouldn't much like him ever coming back either, but good luck to them to ever try and stop him!
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Helio Merrows
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Post by Helio Merrows on Apr 18, 2014 8:56:22 GMT
N.B. I am sorry if I did not get the character quite right. But I found it a good experience! 13. crush Why does the thought of her disturb him so? He repeatedly asks this question to himself.
It is afternoon in the Clock Town now. It has been very hot since morning, and the summer sun, although sliding westward, is still blazing mercilessly over the heads of the unfortunate citizens. At times like these people tend to stick in their own homes doing everything they can to stay indoors, windows opened wide to incite the lazy winds to enter their abodes. Hardly anyone would want to wait outside in this hour, even for a minute.
But that is precisely what he has been doing for nearly an hour now, standing under the shade of an outdoor café in a strange desire to see her again. Hurried people came and went in front of him, some even noticed him, but he himself wanted to be noticed by just one person only.
And why is that? He cannot but ask this question again and again. There is nothing infinitely special in her that he hasn’t seen in countless people before. Short brown hair, friendly eyes, rather diminutive in stature...she is the very picture of ordinary. Even her family has nothing interesting in them. Her family owns a seafood restaurant, and she usually helps in the restaurant after school. Is the seafood they serve special? No...they are fresh, right, but he knows that just several streets away there is another restaurant with more-or-less the same menus. Are the parents noteworthy? Apart from the funny way in which her father’s mustache moves as he speaks (he giggles silently when thinking of this) there really is nothing of note. Oh sure, she is a really kind person. But there are many people on that level of kindness. Even the mailman is nearly as kind as her....
But look at him now, he thinks almost with disgust, standing here waiting like some sort of an obedient pet. What is he doing anyway? It is truly degrading for someone like him to behave in this manner. This is not right. Really...what is wrong with him?
It started simple, he reminisces, how he met this young woman. He was in his usual prowl for mischief around Clock Town. Well, it was for a little food also, he admits, but mostly for mischief. He had found this newly opened restaurant, not guarded in the usual manner, and had decided to make himself known to this over-confident family.
What followed were some chaotic scenes, but nothing of the sort which he had not seen a hundred times before. The mother yelled, the father brandished a broomstick, and much of the new tables and chairs were upturned in the chase. But it wasn’t because of these two that he got caught. It was the daughter -yes, she- who cleverly gave a discreet chance to slip and waited in ambush there. On thinking back, it might have been a coincidence –he hates to think himself ever slipping into a trap. But nevertheless, the fact was still that he was caught.
He was ready to do his usual act of pleading clemency when, to his surprise, the daughter let him go.
“You must be quite hungry, right?” she said in a hush “It’s okay. Take this fish and run away. But be discreet, I’ll have to lie to mom.”
He took the offer generously, and even took one of her new ribbons as a bonus, too. He heard the mother’s angry voice as he was running away and he chuckled, fully satisfied with himself.
Still, he would not pass the chance to get easy food. So the next day when the chance presented itself, he slipped into the backdoor of the restaurant and prepared to break in again.
But instead, he found a platter filled with some scrap food and a note attached to it.
I knew you would come again. You see, you can have your meal easily without having to create a ruckus. We only serve the best part of the fishes, so you can have all the rest. Please do not upturn our chairs and tables again. Mom and dad are getting old so restoring the tables were hard work for them.
Thank you for your understanding. Do enjoy your meal !
Since that time (my, it has been three months!) he has taken to visit the restaurant regularly, and after some days she has started to come out and play with him for a while. She has a habit of stroking the back of his ears which he really likes, but again this is something most of his other friends can do better.
Which is the heart of the problem itself. If she is no different than any person he has met before, why, then, would he feel so differently when he sees her face? Why would the smile of hers appear in his dream? And the touch of her hand so comforting to him? Look, he even deigned to lower himself into waiting an hour under the blazing heat....
Some explanations had appeared in his learned mind, but he dismissed them all. Familiarity...crush...puppy love.... No, he’s too old for these things right? Still young, for sure, but he likes to think of himself as having a different level of maturity and experience.
Then the only answer would be....
No, he says firmly, shaking his furry head. That is utterly impossible. It must be the circumstance of that first meeting that had left an impression in his mind. And the free food. Yes, the free food. That must be the cause. After all, it has been some time since he has had an easy meal such as this.
He relaxes himself, and makes no movement as the backdoor is opening. He can handle this, he assures himself.
Then a figure appears and his heart skips a beat.
“Hey there, little fox” she smiles. The brightest smile he has seen in all his life “You came early. Please come here! Here’s your meal today!”
At that moment all the conflicting thoughts disperse from his mind. Now all he cares about is to run as fast as his four legs can carry him like a little fox he is, straight to the radiant girl carrying a plate of scrap fishes.
Whatever his mind is saying now, in his heart he is truly happy.
...He even forgets about the meal at all.
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Post by Helio Merrows on Apr 18, 2014 9:58:00 GMT
N.B.: Please forgive me for this...wall. This is a curse of long-writing that I suffered. Please bear with me. 1. pictograph
“And this section here tells of a famous ancient legend” he said, walking close to an old section of the wall, partially covered by overgrowth. “See the little writings inscribed on the wall? They are called pictographs, which means they represent ideas in pictures rather than letters. This made the writings a lot shorter, but also much harder to read.”
The young man touched the weather-beaten wall softly and beckoned for his companion to get closer. Presently some little steps could be heard, muffled by the thick moss.
“Can you read them?” said a young girl in a tired voice, wrapping her little hands around herself to ward off the cold.
“I can read some, but not much”, answered the young man, disrobing his cloak, “The mailman has read this one for me before. Here, take my cloak, little sister. It would greatly help your patience if you want to hear the story. No, don’t worry,“ He raised his hand with a smile, rebuffing the young girl’s denial, “I am used to it”
Sure, the fall in Termina can be quite freezing, he thought to himself as he watched the young girl snug herself inside the cloak. especially in an old ruins like this, deep in the middle of a windswept plain. He felt a little guilty of bringing the young girl to this place, snatching from her the familiar comfort of their home.
“So, what does the, mmm...prick-to-grab tell?” she said in a curious tone, having sitting herself comfortably on the mossy ground.
The young man smiled warmly. “Pictograph, dear sister. And they are not easy to read.” He bent down and started to inspect the strange shapes closely, remembering the translation taught to him some time ago.
“A long time ago, when the sun was bright and the moon gentle,” he began, pausing intermittently on some obscure pictures “ each morning the rosy-fingered dawn would caress the gilded roofs of a magnificent kingdom, may its name thrice be blessed.
It was a kingdom of plenty, a kingdom of bountiful fields and fish-filled ponds. A kingdom of generous trees and joyful flowers, of friendly hearths and warm houses and kingly gates and magnificent palaces.” He said, taking his story-teller role with a certain flair “Ruled by a wise kingship, the people of the blessed kingdom lived in a perfect harmony. The men of the kingdom were hearty, its women earnest, and the children were free from any worries. Misfortune was unheard of, and peace reigned in absolute authority...”
The young man’s voice was soft now, almost dreaming, as he continued the long inscription of the forlorn pictographs, picturing the endless beauty of a kingdom forgotten by time.
“...But one day, it all came to an end.” He paused, in a timely fashion, sensing the growing curiosity in his listener. He liked it. “A red man from the desert, a man of great strength and devilish cunning swoop down from the forgotten sands of his home and put an end to the glorious kingdom. Chaos followed in his wake, misfortunes spread from his breath, and death and destruction rode with his every footstep. May his name thrice be cursed!” He ended, adding enough anger into the last sentence as if he was the one who had written the pictograph in the first place.
The young girl was wide-eyed with fear now. “What happened? What happened to the kingdom?” she asked, a shrilling quality in her voice “What did the desert-man do?”
The young man shook his head in a grave manner, pointing to the section of the wall that has resigned to the fate of the age. “Unfortunately, sister, much of the wall has not survived. And what little was left we were unable to read”.
The disappointment on the young girl’s face was almost descriptive. Her eyes cast down in a most pitiful manner.
“But we do know how the story ends” The young man quickly pointed to another section of the wall, separated from the first by some destroyed blocks. Apparently the wall used to be quite long, and the pictographs seemed to have been written continuously on its side. “The wall over there records the last part of the legend. And...“ he smiled flirtatiously, trying to incite the curiosity in the young girl again, “...there is a new character there that you’ll really like. Would you care to hear the rest of the story, little sister?”
The young girl stood up and, adjusting the cloak around her frame, started walking with the young man to the other side. Apparently her curiosity was restored somewhat, although not in the same level as it was before. “But I’ll never know what the desert-man is like!” she whinnied.
The young man hung his head for a moment. “Well, it was said that the man from the desert was a strong and smart person....” He paused.
“So, imagine the chief carpenter with Alistair’s head, and I think you’ll get the idea”, he ended, an impish grin on his face.
The young girl started laughing, and he chuckled with her. Of course, the young man knew of that part of the legend associated with the Gerudo, but had long ago decided to keep the little bits of racial hatred from his sister. They were poisonous, and he would not like it if his sister grew to hate a race or a group with false reason. He himself had never been biased to any people, and thought he would never do that kind of thing.
Presently they arrived at the next section of walls. The young man carefully scrutinized the pictographs there and read the story aloud, after making sure that the young girl had comfortably seated herself. He himself sat beside her, his fingers running on the pictographs on the wall.
“...With a mighty roar that shook the stars themselves," He said, a hint of terror in his voice, "the man of blazing sands strode out to meet the challenger. In his hand was a most frightening blade, black as the deepest of night, with a hilt adorned by protruding spikes that spelled malice and misery. He wore an armor invoking the fury of the fiends, black with lines of red and a large skull hanging on his broad chest-plate. His armor was made from the sturdiest of steel, bold and very thick, and it was with this same boldness that he met the challenger to his cursed throne.”
The young man paused, giving a chance for the young girl to feel the weight and enormity of the scene. At times like these she was curiously receptive, and now her eyes were glowing expectantly.
“Who is this challenger?” she asked, almost whispering.
“In this moment, little sister, allow me to introduce you to the Hero of Time.” the young man said, almost triumphant, “He was someone whom every legend I know has told with praises and endearment. “The Victorious One”, “The Thrice-Blessed”, “The Conqueror of Elements”, they were just a few of many epithets attributed to him. He was certainly a grand person, and he had overcame many dangers and helped countless people in his quest of banishing the evils from his land. Think of a person you admire the most, bring up all his good points and diminish all his bad and you’ll get the general picture of the Hero of Time”.
The young girl’s eyes wandered for a moment. “I think I have the idea.” she said with a curious smile, staring at the young man and urging him to continue the story.
“You have? Very good. You get a golden star.” He said his usual praise, looking back at the wall. “Now this Hero of Time had, after many trials and tribulations, finally challenged the evil man of the desert. The stage was –a minute. I’ve never seen this picture before- um, it was somewhere familiar to both of them, I think.” He mused for a while “And it was to this deserted place that the Hero of Time made his grand entrance."
He was speaking with a regal tone now, as if he was present when the Hero of Time entered and had lived to tell the tale. “He was of a most magnificent stature that day,” he spoke reverently, “fair and radiant, with eyes that shone like twin stars and supple limbs blessed by infinite strength and finesse. The Conqueror of Elements had brought with him the true essence of the elements, taking shape as a white sword which shines brighter than the first sunrays of spring.
He donned no armor, for he relied on his skills and abilities alone. Because, to the one whose soul was blessed by The Goddess herself outwardly protection was meaningless. But it was precisely because of this that his figure looked far more honorable than the vain red man in his cursed armor. One was a worthy champion of the lands, for sure, but what faced him was a messenger of the celestial stars.“
The young man continued, with each word losing more and more in his own embellishments and elaborating a lot more on the actual text that they were almost a different story. The young girl, of course, enjoyed this dramatic flair far more than she would the actual pictographs.
“The two faced off.” He said with an urgent tone, “one with hatred burning in his eyes and another with serenity on his sight. With a leap that rocked the earth the Great Evil launched himself to the air and brought down his massive blade in a tremendous force to the ground. The Blessed One dodged deftly, avoiding the blow, and before the smoke even puffed up he had swung his own blade sideways with a great cry. It hit the sides of the Red Man’s armor squarely, making a furious clang. The Cursed staggered, falling to his side, but no sooner that his leg held up that he counterattacked with fury, blindly swinging his blade around. Each strike was a mortal blow to itself, but to this...,” he took a breath, “The Hero parried the flurry of attacks easily, his arms deceptively stronger than they looked. Three times did their attacks clash, three times did the Hero strike a blow to his dreadful adversary. It was a fight of a kind which would never be seen again in the world, and every leaf and every star froze in that momentous encounter, sending their heartfelt prayer for the Hero of Time.”
There would be more scenes of the fight following, sometimes with an actual gesture, and the young man completely held the young girl’s attention. Until he arrived at a decisive scene.
“...it was in the heat of his attacks that The Radiant forgot the devilish cunning of the Red Man. The Kingdom’s Bane pretended a feint move, as if retreating from the pinpoint attacks from The Blessed One. But it was at this moment that, when the Hero advanced for the final blow, The Accursed turned around and landed a clean hit on the Protector, sending him crashing to the other side.” He paused, emphasizing the gravity of the situation, “It was the most dreadful hour the lands had ever known. There was no sound of any kind as the Desert Warrior stood, panting but satisfied, lording over the unmoving body of The Hero of Time. There...was a thin vibration in the air, as if hopes and dreams could be felt flowing away from the world. Then the Thrice-Cursed smiled, raised his black blade, and with a cry of pure hatred sent its point down towards The Hero’s heart.
And then...” his voice trailed off mysteriously, his head bent down as if wanting to tell a deep secret. The slow descent of the setting sun around them aided the dramatic tension in the air.
The young girl held her breath, “And then...?”
“And then...BAM‼” he said. The young girl shrieked. “Hahaha I’m sorry. I just... Ouch! Aww! I said I am sorry! Hey Stop!” he covered his head with his hands as a flurry of little punches struck furiously at him.
“Not. Funny. It. Was. Not. Funny !” The young girl said between her breaths, emphasizing each word with her fist. “Not. Funny !”
“Ha ha. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Ouch! Ouch! Come on, please, please, Your Majesty,” he said, kneeling down fabulously in front f the young girl “Your servant had admitted his regrettable behavior, and he duly begged for your generous forgiveness. He swore that he would never again attempt such disgrace in Your Majesty’s presence.” He put his hand on his chest in a pose of solemn oath and smiled.
In the face of such roleplay the young girl melted. “Your forgiveness has been granted.” she played along, chin lifted high. “Now do continue with your story.”
“As Your Majesty wishes.”, said the young man. His lips curved in a playful smile.
“As the hero laid there, unmoving, and the hope of the world was about to be forever extinguished,“ he continued, “a miraculous thing happened. A group of seven people, seven various people whom the Hero had lent them great aid before, suddenly appeared on the stage. The light of the elements surrounded them, their brightness was piercing, and The Great Terror shielded his eyes in pure fright. Six of the people casted a spell, and suddenly a great force held The Red Man in place.
The Desert Warrior cursed and strained and struggled to free himself, but it was in vain. Amidst his frightful wailing, the seventh, the leader of the group, bent down on the unconscious Hero and restored him to life. They then promptly retreated to the sides, watching the battle began anew."
The young man’s voice was filled with joy.
“The first thing the restored Hero did was to unbound the force restricting his nemesis. In no circumstances would he fight anyone in unfair ground. But the second fight was decided even before it started,” he halted, giving extra emphasis on his next words, “Learning from his earlier experience, The Radiant was more careful now, while The Accursed had lost much of his conviction. It was over in a flash. The body of the Red Man...finally dropped lifelessly beneath the feet of the Hero of Time.”
“Thus, the world was saved, and peace reigned as it was before.” He said triumphantly, bringing the story to an end. “The Hero who had returned the time of glorious past was then forever called by the honored name, the name of The Hero of Time.“ A long silence followed the end of the story, as the pair sat side by side, each lost in their own thoughts. The sun was on its last rays now, and the day rapidly became dark.
From somewhere, a little distance away from them a voice could be heard, calling them.
“Hey, kids! If ya have finished yer little talks come ’ere and get ‘dis fire burning !”
The young man quickly stood up, patting mosses from his trousers. But the young girl kept sitting.
“This Hero of Time...where did he go?” she asked quietly.
“No one knew for sure”, the young man answered, helping her to stand and cleaning the mosses from her clothes too. “There are many version of the legend of the Hero of Time, little sister. What is recorded here is just one of it. And the description of him is actually genderless in nature.” he said as he led her out of the ruins. “Some people said that there are various Heroes of Time, present in almost any age. They said that they are various, sometimes unrelated people, and that they appeared whenever the world need them the most.”
“Then, do you think we will meet him one day?”
Her eyes were expectant. The young man laughed.
“Perhaps, dear sister. But that would mean the world is in a great peril, and I don’t think you would like it.
But who knows,” He waved his hands around, “maybe this brother of yours is secretly a Hero of Time himself.”
The young girl scrutinized him closely and promptly shook her head, “You can’t be the Hero of Time”.
He smiled, “Why not?”
They were nearing their camp now. An old man was sitting there, panting, trying to light up a tiny spark into a fire.
“The Hero of Time is a hero. He must be brave and very strong.” she said, picturing a great sword with her hand. “You are too weak. You can’t be him, can you?” she added.
The young man laughed and pinched the young girl’s cheek dearly. They were involved in a great chase, and minutes later arrived in their camp panting, tired but very happy.
He never did answer her last question on that day.
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Helio Merrows
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I'll stand by you.
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Post by Helio Merrows on Apr 23, 2014 13:56:02 GMT
N.B. This writing is a gift to someone who first put the idea into my mind. I just want to say that I really admire your usage of words! :-D 5. don't fight it “It happened that one cold afternoon I saw Nerina Lif and Nero Antony together in Nerina’s room. The door was locked. The windows were closed. In that room they were all alone and....”“Wait. Wait. Wait. Waiiiit..‼ Sister, Surely they can’t be...?!”“Hmph, that’s....”“That’s what I had in mind too, sister! That’s what I had in mind. So you’ll all forgive me for peeking on their window, right? “Kids these days”, I thought, and peered inside their room unannounced. Not exactly my style, of course! I am a downright righteous and sincere more-honest-than-gossip-stones person. Except if you’re speaking of my style. Oh right. You know, I really am beginning to wonder lately whether I should go for a change in style. I so chanced upon myself last morning right after waking up and I was all “Goddess, I look so old!” Now what do you think, a shorter haircut and darker colored clothes should fit with the theme of the seasons, eh? Considering that...”“Cut it out, please. You were speaking about Nerina and Nero in their room.”“Yes! Yes! Continue with that, sister! Come on!”“Eeehh? What? Yes yes I was. Hohoho! Silly me. Now where was I?...Oh right. Now there I was, looking straight at the faces of those two. But it seemed to me that I had breached their utmost personal moment. Yes, truly, I was quite ashamed at first. I thought ‘Oh my. I should turn around now’. But instead –I felt guilty, yes- I looked on as one of them knelt, one hand extended, and the other held that hand with a smile that was...”“Goddess‼ Oh Goddessgoddessgoddess‼ Were they really...was it really...that? Were they...that? Oh my, oh my! Goddessgoddessgoddess!!”“Quiet, sister! Quiet, I say! Let her finish the story first, and keep quiet until then!”“Yes, yes you should let me finish the story first, sister. How rude of you. If you had done that before the Three in those times you would have been severely disciplined. It was strict, wasn’t it? The rules and restrictions imposed on us all. Speaking of rules, have you heard the new one in that was in place recently? The new rule said that....But I am bumbling again! Where was I then, good sister?...Yes. There I was, watching them. And it turned out –hold your breath, sister- that the one kneeling was Nerina, not Nero. Nero was standing instead and received Nerina’s outstretched hand, with a smile on his face....”“Hmph. New trend, huh? Shame on Nero for letting a woman kneel on his behalf! Very ungentlemanly, don’t you think so, sister?”“....”“Sister?”“You said I have to keep quiet until the story is finished....”“....”“....”“....Fine by me. Continue the story, sister, please.”“Alrighty! Now listen. I was there and I heard their conversations. While still kneeling, Nerina said....”*** “Far and long a journey I had, my fair morning star. Far and long my path yonder! Numerous cities have I trodden, countless enemies have I slain. Thousands of trials and tribulations which no mortal dared to take, I had conquered only to behold your eyes again, O fair maiden of the heavenly hosts! The radiant and the pure!”Nero smiled without conviction, trying to make his smile as cute as possible (he failed terribly) “Truly, this heart of mine gladden as my sight fell on you, gallant savior. My kingdom, and all my people in it, thank thee, the...uh... one with the... Goddess’ Grace, I think?...Yes. Uh...Name thy reward, and I shall endeavor to make it true! This I vowed, by the right my king hath bestowed upon me.”Nerina bowed with her eyes downcast, speaking in a deep voice in the extreme end of her vocal chord “Alas, the jewel of my soul. Alas for me, the light of my eyes. Joy only that I had for your gratitude, joy truly that I had for your people’s safety. But, woe to me! Oh, woe and thrice woe to me! What this poor knight desires, my lady, is too high for his humble self to attain. Like a night owl on its lowly branches forever longing for the celestial moon in vain, forever I harbored my desire thus, knowing that no worth of it will ever grace my wretched self!” ‘Excellent’ she thought, ’no one can beat a bardess in her game!’ Slowly, steadily, dramatically, she exaggeratedly produced a beautiful ring flamboyantly and dignifiedly (Unfortunately, the fake plastic ring sparkled un-prettily). Nero rolled his eyes. “Here comes the hardest part....Uh...What is the meaning of this, sir knight? What art thou...uh...wait. Okay, one, two, three......*squeal* ““Not like that, Nero!” Nerina stomped her foot and stood up. The play ended. “No, not, not by the most minuscule grace of Hylia is it like that! Your pitch must be higher! Higher and cuter so that the audience can feel the princess’s surprise! See, like this... *squeal*... or this... *squeal*... or this one ... *squeal*...“ She walked around in circles. “Come on, Nero, it’s so easy.”“Easy for you.” Nero threw himself on the bed, sitting in dissatisfaction. He mumbled "Women aren't like that..." as Nerina proceeded to give an example of squeal from any type of princess imaginable. It took a long time. “...this is how a warrior princess will react *squeal* and this is how a Keaton princess should...”Nero ruffled his hair in frustration. “Remind me why we’re doing this again, Neri. Please.”“Yessir! Rightaway!” The ever-cheerful Nerina immediately assumed a saluting soldier stance. “One, sir, the director is an influential person. Two, sir, the director is a patron of the bar. Three, sir, the director is best friends with the bar owner. Four, sir, the director was a Labrynnian himself. Five, sir, the director has agreed to plea of secrecy. Six, sir, the director has personally asked the bar owner and the guard captain that us two must be allowed to...”“Seven, sir, if you still remember, that day will be the day of our anniversary.” Nero held his head in an obvious gesture of upset-mode. Nerina paused. There was a long silence following (exactly seventy-six Farore long) until Nerina slowly walked towards the bed and sat beside Nero. “Is that...why you’re so upset, Nero?” She slowly asked. “No...Not...It’s just that....It’s not often that we both can be free like this week, Neri. Not often. And I so wanted to celebrate that we have both survived all what we’ve been through and still be able to stay like this. I know its probably selfish of me but it’s just....”“Mmm...” Nerina held Nero’s arm and gently put her head on his shoulder. Nero paused and caressed her hair with his cheek. Both of them fell silent for a while. “Nero...I...I honestly think our anniversary is not that important...”She looked up at Nero. Their eyes met. Nero’s eyes had a slight sign of being offended. “....You think so?”“Yes I do”. Nerina’s eyes sparkled, “Anniversaries are just that. A day which happens to have the same date as one other day before. Nero, I really don’t care whether its been years or only hours that we’ve been together.... I love you... I love you, and that feeling is the same for every moment that passed. I don’t need any anniversaries to remind me that I love you and you love me back. It is...the thought of you, the you yourself that I cherish, Nero, not how many of the time has elapsed since I started thinking of you.
It would be folly to cherish how long you’ve had a cake rather than the fact that you have a cake itself, right?” She smiled. Nero was taken back and was silent for a while. “Neri....” A smile started to spread on his face. Slowly at first, but rapidly bloomed into a delightful one “....you know, Neri, you can be very wise sometimes....”“Yes, of course!’ Nerina chirped “I can be very wise sometimes...Wait....Wait....Um, sometimes? Eeeh, just sometimes...?! Nero you hurt me‼”“Ahahaha”So, after one hundred and eighty six Farore of much sulking and profuse apologizing, respectively, the two of them stood up and ready to practice again (honestly, one of them was not exactly ready in the sense of the word. Oh well), but Nero interrupted. “Just some things I want to make sure first, Neri. This play...there are not many involved, right?“Nope. Just a personal experiment for an eccentric director”.“And not many will watch?”“Nope. Only the director, in fact. But we’ll get real costumes and a complete set for stage play. Interesting!”“But I’ll not appear from the start?”“Nope. Only some scenes near the end. The main character belongs to me, yours truly! But there is this blushing scene that you have –that you have, Nero – to do very well since it’s the final ending of the play, when the knight and the princess will finally be united.”Nero laughed. “I’ll try. But blushing? Haha even with this little squeal I have so much trouble with.”“You thought about it too much, Nero” Nerina said patiently “Think about the character, feel its personality, take its history as your own, then just do it. Don’t fight it. Just let it flow naturally”.*** Days later, after the strange stage play finally concluded (Nero and Nerina both dreamed about it that night, but only one’s dream was a nightmare), life went on as usual for both of them. Nero continued to patrol Termina and help its inhabitants, and Nerina continued to patrol the bar and spill hot bean soup or steaming chocolate milk on its inhabitants’ heads, by accident. They both managed to get some precious info about Labrynna from the director, but what it is I did not and don’t want to know. But I do know this scene some days later. It happened one morning when Nero was coming to the Town Guards’ Barrack to start his morning shift. As he entered the armory hall, where each Guards store their personal belongings and where packets and letters for the Guards were dropped, he saw many of his fellow guards were already crowding the room and making lots of noises. One of them spotted Nero and pulled him into the hall. “There he is! Come in you lucky bastard!”“Woah? What happened here?”“Hey here’s Nero!”“He’s there!” “Come ’ere! Man you fooled me all this time!” “I don’t believe it! Nero, you surely are...”One Josh Dragonsflame made his way through the crowd and patted Nero’s back. “Sheesh I am so jealous of you, you know!” He laughed. “Josh! What is happening here?”“Get there and see for yourself!", He pointed at the center of the room “But whatever, I must say I am jealous for Nerina’s dedication. Treasure her, Nero. She’s all things worthy in the world.” “Just what...” But another guard pulled him and separated him from Josh. Still smiling, Josh waved and pointed at the center of the room again. And at last, Nero saw it. There in the center of the room, was a fabulous marble bust figure of Nero Caius Antony, regal in its tilted chin and sharp-looking eyes. It was made from the most beautiful of marble slate, white and gleaming, with nary a feature out of place. Below it was a gold-encrusted letters of “Best Guardsman of Termina” and it was said that the bust would be placed in the place of honor in Central Clock Town plaza. Nero was very happy.... ...in his delusion. At least that was the image he cultivated in his mind to erase the actual nightmare manifest that was originally in there. There in the centre of the room, in full view of everyone, a colorful lithograph stood propped against the wall. It had a yellow border and apparently was a high quality one, for the life-like image that it could capture. What was captured there...was a dazzling figure, all white, from the powdered curls to the jeweled heels: white brocade cut across the shoulders, white lace to form a petticoat, white roses at its breast and in its hand. Its parted lips were painted, cherry-red, and its cheeks blushed bright red in a shy but exulted gesture. The only problem is, the figure there had the face of Nero Caius Antony. Left below the lithograph was an opened letter. Dear Nero,
The director has kindly sent me a lithograph of the play. It was captured at the moment I liked the most! I decided to send this to you immediately but don’t worry! I’ve wrapped it completely so that your secret will stay safe, as I have promised. I’ll let you know Nero, that whether a knight or a princess, my love for you will always stay the same. It’s a promise!
With love,
Neri
P.S. I’ve sent your lunch with this too! Don’t eat it longer that midday because the shrimp will not be as crispy then.Apparently, Nerina Lif had forgotten that all letters and packets delivered to the Barracks will be subject to careful scrutiny by the Guards official. Of course, simply wrapping a packet completely won’t save it from being presented to the whole of the guards, as Nero found it the hard way. As Nero stood stupefied, the Captain Guard came and clasped his shoulder. "Don’t fight it, kid. I... understand that some people have...different preferences...and I assure you that the Town Guards is welcome to them all. Just give me a word, kid, and I promise I’ll send for a new uniform that you’ll probably be more comfortable in...”Josh just couldn’t help but to chime, “Yeah, one with flowers and lots of frills!”The whole Town Guards burst out laughing. Nero burst too, but instead of laughter what came out of his mouth was a more melodious –and much more pitiful- wailing of “NEEERIIIIIIII.......‼‼‼‼”And Nerina Lif? She resumed her usual activity in the bar uneventfully. But she sneezed a lot that morning, as if somewhere, someone was speaking about her frequently somehow. *** “So that’s how it ended. What do you think sisters?”“Oh...Hahaha...Hahahaha...they’re so cute a couple...Haha...uh...hahaha...my stomach hurts...” “What I like to see, sister, is the actual play itself. Imagine, playing the unique stage play in front of all the people in the next Clock Festival...”“Well, it’s not that we can’t do it.”“Hm? We can?”“You forget who we have here, good sister. The Great Fairy of Magic. Of Magic. Maa-giic. As in, magically replicating a scene completely in front of a gathering of people....”“And with enough Power to do that....”“...”“...”“...”“.....heehee.”“Hmhm I can see how this will work.” “...I just wonder whether it will be Wise to do so...”“Hmph. You know what the Old One said, sister. ‘When you have the creative impulse, don’t fight it. Do it immediately”.*****
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Post by Lance on Apr 23, 2014 23:51:03 GMT
x 7. rain Water from the sky... was not by any means an uncommon sight in the Southern Swamp; quite the contrary, in fact. It already had a fair amount of water with which to feed such weather, and thus a little precipitation was made all the more common, especially during some of the warmer seasons. This time, though... this time it was being particularly difficult. The rain positively fell in sheets, such that few could see very far in front of themselves, much less have much clue then where they were going. It was fortunate, perhaps, that they were, whatever form they took at any given time, plant beings; they didn't get sick from such weather from those Hylians. Quite the contrary, such rains were usually quite the pleasant occasions, at least when they weren't so heavy that they defied attempts to do much of anything within them, much less garner any enjoyment from the weather. And, as such, a certain young Princess was rather stuck. She hadn't intended it to be this way, really; then ten-year-old Deku royal was just considering traversing a little ways out of the Palace, and subsequently, out of Woodfall. Considering it. Considering the guard posted there, there was no chance to elude them and venture anywhere out of Woodfall, but it had been a thought. Then had come the rather sudden rain, and now this. She had sworn she was traveling the ever familiar path back to the Palace, even while she couldn't see it, but either she had went off-track somewhere or fate had just deigned to toss her some sort of losing hand. One way or another, down her foot went into a small hole that, were it not for the slippery conditions and the fact that she could barely see anything, would not normally have been the slightest issue. Now, though? Now it twisted her foot painfully, leaving her to simply stumble onto the ground. Never was she the most physically inclined Deku, admittedly, but this was just... thoroughly embarrassing... even for the fact that none were very likely to find her where she had fallen... A depressed sigh escaped the girl's lips before she found her arm suddenly being grabbed, and in turn, herself being dragged (somewhat painfully) to her feet. "H-hey..." she began to protest, only before her ankle started to give. Wincing in pain as her balance easily gave with it, there soon came that grip again, keeping her mostly upon her feet, as much as she didn't particularly want to be right now. Dejectedly resigning herself to whatever this fate assigned to her was, she felt the hand try to tug her onwards, but no luck; she merely began to stumble again. So she soon found herself being moved beyond her will, as much as that even meant for she with an injured ankle. She'd an image of short blonde hair, matted by the rain just as her own dark green was, from behind, but beyond that, nothing of particular note under the blinding rain. Like that, she found herself being carried off in a direction she was certain enough that the Palace was situated in; even after all the slipping about, she was still confident in that. And she'd still the embarrassment of getting hurt simply because of the weather, of all things... "Never tell anyone of this... please..."So the girl spoke before slowly drifting off. To escape the dull pain, and the embarrassment, and everything else right now... it wasn't seeming such a bad idea...
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Ariadne Cordelia
Hylian
princess of hyrule
I'm... the what?
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Post by Ariadne Cordelia on Apr 24, 2014 3:48:10 GMT
18. i still remember x HARPER CERIDWEN x Nerina smiled. "Thanks again for taking me on as your apprentice… thing… mister Harper!! I really, superduper appreciate it!" "Yea," the bard groaned, "when replete, must desist even the wind-carried sparrow's calling." She took a moment to decipher this. "Oh. You want me to shut up. Sorry, mister Harper! G'night!" Curled up next to her dog, the girl fell asleep almost instantly, and the noise level in the clearing dropped several decibels. All was at peace.
What was peace? (crack!) She couldn't remember. Peace… was that the sensation she felt when the person (crack!) receiving punishment wasn't her? Or when she went to sleep with her rations and those (crack!) of her chainmate in her stomach, perhaps. Could (crack!) it be the when she was fighting, and everything in the world snapped into clear focus? No, that (crack!) couldn't be it. Peace was the opposite of war. (crack!) Maybe, then, it was the blackness… the blackness when the whip didn't hurt because she couldn't feel anything… at… all. "Gold clock of loud, bright façade… all these sun walks, faithful ever have you been. To wake, never you shirk…" Harper had already rolled his bedroll and gotten together some blackberries and a few early apples for breakfast. He waved a slice of the latter in front of his young follower's nose. Said appendage twitched a few times before, all of a sudden, she nearly bit off his hand (without opening her eyes — an impressive talent, he noted). "A strike unjust, O sloth! Owl shouldst caution the sparrow from this path unwise." "Ghnflnghnnnnngh." Nerina had never been very articulate in the morning. She groped for her glasses, one hand over her eyes. "Whazzayermeanngh." "To bite the nourishing breeze is most highly foolish. A jester's cap, perhaps, could be your due." "Ah… huh?" Finally finding her glasses, Nerina sat up and blearily rubbed her eyes, yawning. "Is it really morning already, mister Harper?"
And… light. The minute the sun peeked through the corner of her barred window, Cathryn's eyes snapped open. She made sure they stayed half-lidded, though, so as to not instantly arouse suspicion. Without moving her arms or legs, she lifted her head a few inches and peered around the dim room. Nothing was out of place— wait. What was that? Scent the air — blood. Blood from her chainmate. Dead? Good riddance to bad rubbish. And good morning, she supposed. (If it could be called "morning" at all, let alone "good"…) Nerina mumbled something through a mouth full of apples and berries. Harper simply gave her a questioning look, not wanting to waste speech. She chewed, chewed, chewed, and finally swallowed, immediately bursting, "So where're we going today, Mister Harper? Castle Town, or somewhere new? Maybe — ooh, will we explore the field? I went in the field once. Did I ever tell you about it? CC 'n' I got so lost, we wandered around for days and days. We were saved by a boy with spiky hair and a rouge, who gave us fruit juice and pudding…" Where had her friends gone? Nerina would've given a lot to know that. "Then we had a picnic!" She smiled at the memory.
Cathryn scowled. It bothered her, this sort of thing. She never really could understand her own mind. As she got her food — bread, warm, sandy water, and a lump of some grain, overcooked into an unidentifiable lump — she thought about it. Why did that sappy memory pop up in her head all of a sudden? It didn't do her any good now. She was too busy staying alive for that. The weals from yesterday's whipping bled freshly each time she turned, and she was still slightly woozy from her loss of blood. So much blood here… why was there so much blood? Oh, right. Because she was in a jail with a bunch of murderers, that was why. Nerina sighed, sat at her table, and waited for the first fight of the day to begin.
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