Raisara Naiar
Zora
Gladly.
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Post by Raisara Naiar on Jun 27, 2014 15:44:38 GMT
N.B. This is an experimental writing, inspired by a certain game 3. heart beats Mmm......adne...Mmm...uh?Ari...out of it!W...what? Out of what?A light. Please come back...please!Eh? Did I have ever gone in the first place?A brighter light. ..dne! Fight it off!What? Why?Watch out!A shape of a hylian, black cloak. Heh! Need lotta more than that to hit me!Another shape of a hylian, yellow hair. Best be careful, Lance. His arrows are very fast!Yet another shape of hylian. White cloak, black hair. ...guys? What are you all doing here?Lance, if you can distract his attention for a time...Feh. Leave that to me. Come ‘ere!Mr. Keaton? Why that sharp dagger in your hand...?Gwah!No! Why- By the love of Nayru! Helio make it quick!I am trying but –OUT OF THE WAY CHARLES! Charles, run! That arrow!Da-
A spell. A transparent barrier. A glowing star wand. Phew. I am glad I arrive here in time.We are also here!... And ready to help!...As we had always been! Mrs Fairy too...? Why are you here?Mrs. Helba! Thank goodness. Wis! Dom! Attend to Lance! He is badly burned!No... Right away! For Sure! Leave it to us! No...you all should not be here....Another arrow. Another arrow. Yet another arrow. A spark. Uhh... It would be hard to hold this much longer...Please, just a little more. This Light Arrow...No... It is too dangerous....Ah! The barrier!Mrs. Helba! It is ready! Put the spell now, Charles!...please...E-eh but- I am fine...I am fine. Wis, Dom, can you take care from this?Sure, big sister!...please just leave...An incantation. Male. Two more incantations. Children. A glowing spell circle appearing on the floor. Huh...looks pretty amazing -Ouch!...please save yourself....Ah, I think that is the essence?Eeew! Looks gross! Black and pulsating.... Pulsating and black... It was the same, Dom!Now! Do it, Helio!...please cease your attempts...please run away...A flash. A surging white light. A shining white arrow being drawn. This is your end! Stop plaguing our friend!...please.... It won’t work...A blast. A screech. A powerful rush of light energy. Oh, wow.Would it work...?Pretty! Shiny!Please, please...A loud crash. The light disappears. Again darkness reigns. ...
... ...I thought so...W-what?....Hmph. So much for the Light Arrow.Take cover everyone! Here comes another volley!Arrows. Run! Scram! Leave! Scramble! Ah-!
Wis! No! WIIIIIS‼ But why?! Why didn’t it work?Yes, why?More arrows. Save it for later, old heads! We have more pressing matters here!Mrs. Helba, could you-?I am trying! Why...? ...why am I here...?WIIIIIIIIS‼ Speak to me, WIIIIISSS‼ Pull yourself together, Dom! We are- GET DOWN!...why am I seeing things...?A rain of arrows. Gah! Lance! Helio, come quick! The emergency pills!...why am I doing this?...H-Helio? Oh no...
Ow...it hurts more than I had thought...No! Not you too Mrs. Helba!Blood. Beats. Blood. Beats. Blood. Beats. Blood. Blood. Beats. Beats. ...two? Guh...so is this the end for me too?Fools...
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... Yes...Yes...I remember now... You...you may have defeated us here......I remember now...why... But the Hero...the Hero of Time...will put an end to you...and save our friend...Two voices. Fools. Your Hero?Our hero...Let her come to me...Please come to me...Two minds. In anything she might do...She will do anything...She will not...She surely would....Two beliefs. ...Be able to defeat me!...Be able to release me! I, who have at last gained possession of Hylia herself! I, the wielder of all the power of the Triforce! I am invincible!Two lives. Two souls. Two destinies. And two hearts beat. Differently. *****
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Milrael Il'tak
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Post by Milrael Il'tak on Jul 13, 2014 2:52:48 GMT
Rain
Milrael had quite a dreary day. He had brought his backpack with him and wanted to go outside, when he noted the weather had been just like it was for the past several days; nothing but dreary, dank, miserable weather. Normally he liked the calmness that was brought upon by rain, but this kind of rain was…different. He had been pondering about it for many days now, but now decided to write something about it. Funnily enough, it wasn’t a song. Instead, it was the other format in which he wrote most. It was his journal. He packed it in his trusty and iconic messenger bag and brought it with him to his special grotto that he had only shared with one person, who he wondered about. He wondered about her thoughts about the mysterious rain.
“Dear Journal:
It was such a murky day at Great Bay. The clouds were rolling as quickly as the waves were splashing against the muddy shore; lots had changed from just a few months ago when everything was crystal clear. One would be able to see the sea shells resting in the sand at the bottom of the water; they could see schools of fish swimming against the tides of the water, and the lose seaweed drifting along. But, no longer. Now, the once-loose, gritty, perfect sand is nothing but stinky, gross, pudgy mud. The tide seems at a constant now, what with all the rain coming down. And the rain that does come down is… strange. It feels strange against my scales. I’m scared to go swimming in the water now, because I can’t see what lurks down there. Who knows what strange creatures are down there now?
But, my problem is more than just the murkiness. It’s been this way for such a long time now, or what feels like a long time. It’s been raining constantly, and it’s been doing nothing but this strange pattern. It will fall lightly, then at a slant, and then it comes down in a heavy downpour. Rain has never felt like this before. It’s…hot. Is that why everything around here looks so dead, and it can’t grow properly? This is scaring me. At this point, food won’t be able to grow properly, and we’ll have to rely on imported goods from other places to survive. How did this all start? Why did it all start?”
Milrael sighed as he put down his pen and looked out at the fuzzy horizon. It was nothing but a strange blur, a mixture of rotating shades of gray as whatever light was left peered its way through small holes in the clouds. It was unlike anything Milrael had ever seen; the place that he grew up knowing and loving so well, the place he thought was the most beautiful and vibrant place he had ever seen was becoming a gray and muddy mess. But then he looked out at the horizon again after seeing the steam rise from his grotto and realized that something wasn't right. He knew the Great Bay Temple was always a place of mystery - and he was captivated by any kind of mystery – but it was looking very strange. There was something around it that he could have sworn wasn'tjust rain. Something in his gut just told him it wasn't rain.
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Raisara Naiar
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Post by Raisara Naiar on Jul 19, 2014 16:08:04 GMT
N.B. : This is one of the hardest character I ever tried to grasp, since the info on her is so scarce. It took two weeks and multiple rereads of another Scarecrow entry before I felt confident of assuming this character. What would the owner think? N.B.2: And the two threads are dedicated to the protagonist, whom apparently I have met far earlier than anyone in Sonata. It is wonderful to see you again, Sir! Of Dragons and Diamonds part 19. summer skin Once, there was nothing but darkness enveloping the land. A land of fire and smoke, of tears and wailing. A land of steel and blood and death and monsters rampaging. He had run away from it all. Once there was a light shining alone in the darkened land. A light that split the clouded sky and beamed its way to illuminate the world below, bathing it in a light of hope and faith and pure feelings of love. He had seen it once. Once, the light could not shine anymore, and it ceased its brilliance and left the world in a... Wait a minute. Light? ...."....""....""....mmm...""...mmm...Uh, where the h*ll am I?" There is a light shining on his face, a cheerful light from an unmistakably clear summer sun that wraps the world in its golden brilliance. The grasses around him are fresh, waving lazily in the calming breeze that carries with it joyful aromas from the forest. Beside him a fresh river trickles in its way, meandering between the bold black stones and lending a refreshing touch to wherever it goes. Cluster of white and red flowers grow wistfully along its banks, their roots holding the soft grassy ground as their leaves happily greets the passing river. There is a soft splash as a small fish flips on the crystal surface, and elsewhere in the air the sound of singing birds can be heard, calling exultantly to each other among the dense trees that fringed around the clearing. But inside this jade meadow there is no place for the birds to hang, and so here they are replaced by colorful bugs, their brightly colored shells flashing in the sound as they jump around the friendly flowers, complementing their whistles with soft buzzing from their wings. One of the bugs hops on Josh’s nose and he promptly flicks it off. He is lying on a bank of a fresh river now, that’s for sure. But how he has arrived here he does not remember. “Can’t be.... Another one of those da*ned Koholint..?"Instinctively he thinks the worst and reaches out for his sword, seeking safety in its hilt. He also realized that he isn’t wearing any armor, only his simple everyday shirt and trousers. His hand touches something and he grips it, but he is amazed at its feel. His hand does grip a thick stick and he pulls it out towards him. But it is not a sword. It is a guitar. “....?”Now fully awake, he pulls himself to sitting and quickly inspects the thing he holds in his hand. It is true. It is a dulled brown guitar, one that is not very new yet is also not very old, but which is clearly suited for playing. It has a sleek grip that is rather worn out from practice, but the strings are shining taut, and when Josh strums one the tone it makes is crystal clear, filling the air with a sense of warmness and honesty. Another fish splashes happily in the river. And the sound of the guitar strings brings Josh to a time long ago. A time filled with fear and doubts but was also filled with hope and love. A time of old endings and new beginnings. A time of adventures and resting at home. There was a time like that in Josh’s life, and he could never forget the person that made that time so memorable to him. A person that filled his days with light and his heart with a warmth. A person that even now, he still held highly in his heart and which crystal voice- “Joooosh!! I am so sorry I am laaaateee!”
-he would never forget. His back is completely straightened now as he alarmingly looks towards the source of the voice. A ringing sound is vibrating in his head, a passionate shiver crawls upon his neck as he stares at the running figure that is running quickly towards him. And his mouth is half-opened, silently uttering a name he does not think he will ever utter again. “..Di...?”His heart skips a beat. There, running gracefully among the fresh green grasses, with her long brown hair waving energetically under the sun is a figure of a young woman, her long dress bright blue and her slender feet encased in a set of delightful black shoes. Amidst the stir of the flowers bended by her elfin steps her gleeful chuckle can be heard, and the guitar she held in one of her swinging hands feels like a complement rather than a burden. She has the brightest face Josh had ever known, with silver eyes that shines like the moon in midnight and a set of bright lips that streaks like little shy rays of a descending sunset. Her frame is small, yet lovable, and much more beautiful than Josh has remembered, for indeed he has seen the shining figure before. She is the one the world has graced with the beautiful name of Diamond Reed. “...Dia...?”Diamond jumps her last steps and stops near Josh, panting a little after her exercise. Her face is flushed bright red and her breath heavy, and beneath it her silver eyes sparkle in a light of pure happiness. “Sheeeshh mother rarely let me go these days,” she chuckles, and Josh feels her chiming voice fills him like warm ocean breeze, “And there’s soooo many things to do in the inn! Sorry for being late, Josh! Have you waited long?”“...”Diamond tilts her head, letting her golden hair frolicking in the dazzling ray. “What’s wrong, Josh? You’re so pale you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
“G-ghost?”“Yes, ghost!” and with a casualness that is so much her character she bends down and sits near Josh, her dress spread about her like a flower petal. Thankfully, she wears a trouser inside that enables her to sit cross-legged, her guitar on her thighs. “You know, those scary creatures that are rumored to roam near Romani Ranch at night. They say everyone that sees them will be shocked and ashen pale.”She smiles. “Just like you are now.”Josh stares uncertainly at Diamond and nods barely as she rants on and on about the ghosts and how they are also rumored to be in her inn. “In our inns! Can you imagine that, Josh?” Presently she spreads a wide sheet paper on the grass between her and Josh. On it is written bars and notes in an orderly way, a music sheet written by hand. “Now are you ready for today lesson?” Diamond says with glee, looking at Josh. But Josh is slow at picking up his guitar and puts it on his thighs. No...something is wrong...something is wrong here...but he cannot make it out. And when he doesn’t respond to Diamond’s cue and misses a tune, Diamond looks at him with genuine worry in her silver eyes. “Now what has happened to you Josh? Josh? Hell-o-o Josh Dragonsflame here?” And she reaches out and knocks Josh’s head three times. Josh swipes a hand, slow. “Stop it, Dia.”“No. You stop, drowsy head,” Dia snaps, her tone rising slightly, “Just what is wrong with you today? Don’t you want to continue your lesson now? Is there something in your mind? You know I can’t teach you anything if you’re head’s stuck in stone.”“Or...” her eyes grow worried, “perhaps you are sick? Oh no...sheesh I’ve told you not to overexert yourself in training, haven’t I?” and with a tender care Dia reaches forward and places one hand on Josh’s forehead. The feeling of her fingers feel so familiar as she caresses it over Josh’s forehead. A feeling of comfort...of longing...of gentle warmth... At the warming touch Josh is awakened. He catches the extended hand and, holding the surprised jerk from the hand’s owner, smoothly brings it down and kisses the fingers lightly. “ No I ... uh... just bedazzled by this beautiful daylight. Of course, when you came you were even more bedazzling, so please forgive me for losing my words over such a beauty.” His eyes are alight as a cool smirk spreads on his face, his trademark one. Yes, what had happened to him today? This is how things has always been. Laughing, Dia promptly withdraws her hand. “Oh you never change, Josh!” she replies, and a playful slap is Josh’s reward for such an audacity. Although beneath her swaying hairs her cheeks grow even redder, and this does not escape Josh’s attention. He smiles and chuckles along, and for a while the summer sun seems to smile upon the playful pairings of a Terminan and a Labrynnan, watching them as they plays along their timid ways over an earth clad in its summer skin.Flicking her hair backwards, Dia once again brings her guitar and starts checking the tune, “So, are you ready to start? You know you really have talents in Guitars Josh. If only you’re not so lazy about practicing it.” “Hey, I am always busy with Town Guards jobs! Its hard to find a time to practice.”Dia smiles, and tilts her head in that lovable way that is hers and hers alone. Josh’s heart flutters. “Of course. That is why we should make really good use of today’s time. You better take this seriously, Pupil Josh.”Josh can’t help but shoots another one. “Of course I would take this seriously. I am with a wonderful teacher, in every aspects.”And Dia’s smile promptly turns into a shy one, but with a defiant light in her eyes. Goddess she is so enticing. Pushing the music sheet towards Josh, Dia grips her guitar’s handle and strikes a chord. “Now lets try from the first line, Josh” she says, assuming a playful but authoritative tone, “This should serve as the base chord of this song. The key G. See, hold your fingers like this and strike these strings.” A clear G chord reverberates alongside a breeze. Josh strums his own guitar. “Like this?” he rolls his eyes “Stop treating me like a beginner Dia” I’ve already known this key and much more.” Then he proceeds to strike the other chords and carries himself to continue along the notes in the music sheath. But he hasn’t even arrived at the refrain before a slighted Dia stops him. “Fine, fine, O mighty Josh Dragonsflame,” She pouts, ”You have already known the keys and can play it well. "But can you accompany a song now? Its way different than playing the keys alone, you know.”A confident smile spreads on Josh’s lips. “Of course I can. Won’t be much harder right? Simply plays along with the voice and synchronizes the key, and you’re good to go.” And he looks back at the sheet to search for the lyrics but realizes that it is simply his usual training song. “But it doesn’t seem we have a song here...” he muses. Now Dia’s moves are slightly uneasy. “Well I have written a lyric for that training song,” she starts, averting her gaze somewhat. “And you can try accompanying me along. But don’t you dare laugh at the words!” She points her fingers and tries to put up a scary expression. A laughter inadvertently escapes Josh’ lips. “Now I am excited,” he says with a form of saluting bow, “Of course I’d be honored to accompany Diamond Reed in her own song. But knowing you-“another playful smirk appears on his face “-it must be a song about... what? Cleaning? Dish washing?” and Josh laughs again but in a cordial tone, letting Dia knows that he isn’t in any way mocking or makes fun of her but is simply amused himself. But at this Dia inflamed “N-not that I can only sing about the inn!” she stammers “This one is actually a good one. A love song for...for...for my Sister! Yes, for my Sister and Alistair! I captures the moment they are talking together? How’s that, ha?”Josh blinks but keeps his smile. This kind of moments is reserved for him and Dia alone. In the distance, a bird is gawking playfully. “But you don’t seem to be that interested, master Guitar-player,” Dia huffs, a breath so heavy it is almost palpable, “So we can as well stop our lessons today and you can try your hand at that practice song again! Good night, sir Dragonsflame.” And she really is going to stand and storms off if not for an extended hand that stops hers from leaving. “Come on Dia I was just joking,” Josh says, setting his gesture in a pitifully pleading manner, “I am sorry, okay? Of course I’d love to hear your lyrics and I am sure it is an...eh, tender and awesome and very poetic one. Just like you are.”He almost puffs his chest. “And I’d be honored to accompany that song. Would you give me that honor, Lady Reed?” There is a pause as Dia stares at Josh, filling the distance separating their eyes with the trickling sound of the river and the wandering breeze. But in the end Dia sighs and sits heavily back on her position, her guitar at the ready. “Fine. I’ll do it. But not because of your plea but because I think you need some training. Is that clear?” Her voice is still slightly raised. Josh nods vigorously as an answer. “You’ll play the main keys,” she says, adjusting her guitar strings for the last time, ”And I’ll fill the rest. But remember. The slightest of laugh and you’ll be out of the inn. And I really mean it this time. Is that clear, firehead?”But Dia is more flustered than angry, as if she is preparing herself mightily for the song. Josh smiles in a completely assuring manner and grips his own guitar tighter. “Sure, Dia. I know better than to challenge the landlady.”
An impish grin, and an apprehensive look, was bartered as Diamond Reed starts her song. And the rivers seems to halt and the midday sun stops to listen as Dia’s crystal voice treads the air, blending seamlessly with the breeze and the swaying flowers while the note from the two guitars hums in the background. It is a splendid duet of two very good friends, performed in the light of summer heat, and Josh feels his heart aches as he allows Dia’s heartfelt words to seep into his heart, binding him and gnawing inside him for reasons he cannot understand. Slowly, unconsciously, a small tear forms and falls down Josh Dragonsflame’s cheeks, as the strings he plays turns into ice on his fingers. Why? It's a reflection that you see in me But I know it's not reality Beneath the glitter and behind all the lace Do you see my face? | I'll be the mirror, the spaces in between It's not the truth, it's just a dream I guess we all have to believe in something In anything | Do you love me just the way I am? Do you need me? Will you take a chance? Do you see me for all that I can be Do you believe, believe in me? | | Sometimes you need to be lost just to be found You need to go to come back around You need to set somebody free for them to return You live and learn | Do you love me just the way I am? Do you need me? Will you take a chance? Do you see me for all that I can be Do you believe, believe in me? | | I've heard it said that true love is blind All this is just a state of mind If you're not looking you will never find You'll be left behind | Do you love me just the way I am? Do you need me? Will you take my hand? Maybe you'll see through the mystery Do you believe | Do you love me just the way I am? Do you need me? Will you take a chance? Maybe you'll see all that I can be Do you believe... Believe in me..? *
There is a silence as Dia’s last words are borne away by the wind, not even the small insects dares to buzz in fear of breaking the enchanting spell. A cloud drifts slowly near the sun, separating it from the meadow, and for a while there is a shadow hanging on Josh’s face as he stops his playing and lets out an amazed sigh. “Wow. Those are wonderful words, Dia,” He says, a solemn tone in his voice, “If I don’t know any better I would have thought it was made from your experience instead of your sister’s.” And the sun appears again as Dia’s face blushes. “No. It is all from my sister. She...helps me with the words, actually. No-Nothing in myself at that song. Nothing at all! Really! I-” But she is stammering at her next words. Josh smiles again. “I know. But still it is really a nice one.” He promptly tries his hand on the keys again, " ~It’s a reflection that you see in me....But I know its not, reality ~ .... ”Dia watches his fingers with that curious scrutinizing way of her. “You get it all wrong, Josh,” she finally says, her authoritative tone returns, “How many times have I told you to place your fingers right in an F ? You always mixed those up...” and she leans forward and guides Josh’s fingers with her own as she continues her lecture. “This finger here, and this one here, and now –hold it tight! You break the sound! –There. Now try strumming it, and it sounds better right? Right? Josh? Hey, Josh?”But Josh isn’t looking at the guitar. He stares at Dia instead, her shining face filling his sight. The smell of her hair is familiar, a touch of lavender there, and the warmth of her skin as she leans this close to Josh makes his heart beats and his stomach flutters. She is so near to him...both in heart and in person... “You know, I could really kiss you now, Dia.” Goddess now he has said it! Shocked at what he has said, even if he means in a jest, Josh averts his eyes away from the dearest face. But he is even more shocked at Dia’s reaction; Instead of slapping him like usual, Dia’s face blushed wildly and her eyes downcast. She mumbles. “And you know, I could allow you to do just that” And as her eyes raise to meet Josh there is a certain flame in there. A flame not of passion nor wild desire but a flicker of care and hope and anxiety blending into one. Josh’s falls speechless, his eyes glued to Dia as the strange but exciting flame envelops him and fills him with warmth and tenderness... An encouraging wind blows past them. Josh leans closer. “Di...a....” Dia’s gaze are fixed at him, and Josh can see clearly her face, her little upturned nose, how her eyelashes were bold yet slender, the smooth place where her eyebrows meet her skin, and, finally, her pretty silver eyes, shining in front of him like a light from a thousand stars. In the heat of summer sunshine, Josh Dragonsflame shares a kiss with Diamond Reed. *** To Be Continued in Of Dragons and Diamonds part 2 (End) : Fake Smiles
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* This is a link to the wonderful song that inspired this whole thread: 'Believe in Me' by Blackmore's NightN.B. : Soo I may have made Josh a little too mellow there XD Sorrryy
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Josh Dragonsflame
Hylian
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"I never truly knew what love was until you came into my life. Thank you."
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Post by Josh Dragonsflame on Jul 19, 2014 18:59:24 GMT
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Post by Nayru on Jul 20, 2014 21:50:57 GMT
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Vertti Mainio
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Post by Vertti Mainio on Jul 26, 2014 1:20:49 GMT
Because it is a travesty that there are no comments no feedback! I mean we all live for feedback. I don’t even care if this is for nothing, these stories must have beautiful feedback. I will not be surprised if I get beaned in the head for this, but I have posted suggestions too, you are all wonderful writers, but I know I like it personally when someone actually tells me what works or those little oppsie daisies that I know I make. Feel free to ignore me and now excuse me as I die on my keyboard.
Josh –(Prompt 4?) I don’t know the prompt for this, at all, but, it is really nice to see the motivation for a character especially since it is so fresh and raw. The main critique I have and I’d like to get this out of the way before anything, is the use of the word He consistently to start a sentence. It is not really noticeable in this story, and it is hard to think of new ways to not use pronouns to begin a sentence, but it really adds variability. As I said, the story doesn’t suffer from it too much, but it sometimes structure variation helps keep people reading every word. What I really love is the fact that the story circles back to the beginning. You could have ended with him still in the remembrance and it wouldn’t have detracted from the short story, but you tied it up really nicely. It makes it feel complete, and in some ways actually… like Majora’s mask. The same tragedy keeps repeating. The loss of his family? The loss of his house? The loss of his beloved? Monster attacks on wagons or caravans, and he is completely helpless to stop either of these. Its more so a comment on the characterization itself, but still valid and after reading his application about four times to make sure I’m not messing this up, continues to be his bane. Nice job on both prompt and characterization.
(Run) – Apparently Josh can’t have anything nice without bloodshed can he? Nope, nope nope. This is worse than a nightmare and as this is what the third time something of this nature happens to this character. The fact that it happened all over again and the way he reacts mesh well, first in disbelief andt hen a sort of frenzy. The frenzy is what I want to talk about, because I can feel the urgency of the character as he runs looking for what might as well be the remainder of his family, then finding dead. Almost feel like the goddesses just hate Josh in general, because not only does the same event keep happening to him with variations, but he can’t do a damn thing to stop it and then nearly dies as a result. There was of course the denial that this was going to end the same way as before, delicious pain. There is quite a bit of fluff so perhaps I enjoy the change of pace every once in a while because I am a terrible person. More of a character question than anything else, since when he got stabbed in the back by a spear… did the sword run off with the moblin too? Because he seems really calm about his father’ heirloom going off with a monster in that case, so I was wondering if was a typo.
Lance- (breakfast in bed) I don’t know why, but the idea of tsundere comes to mind… and I’m not sure if that is right. If only because there is a sense of ah why bother, except he is still doing it, even if he isn’t one to do kind acts. He still is surprising another old being with breakfast… out of the blue. Not sure if I was meant to read it like this, but it is completely how I read it. You also get a sense of how, well ignorant these people are or rather how well Lance knows the working of Clock Town since he is able to slip in and out with ease. The only suggestion or critique I have… because we all need them, I know I do… is this hardly sort of seems like a one shot between two characters since Sarah is mentioned at the very tail end. I know it is hard to do other characters, I’m terrified of messing up myself, but I feel like there should have been more of a mention, just me though.
(Starlight) – First off props, you switched on me and invalidated my comment for your first story by writing an entire story on someone’s else character and none of your own. I don’t think I could do that not without asking for forgiveness from the character’s owner. Sweet sweet revenge for greed, the fisherman totally deserved it. Speaking of which, you did a very good job on elaborating on this man greed, setting up the scene nicely for him to get bit back by karma. It is also nice and light too, which contrasts the greed shown earlier. There is only one thing I have to ask… why this topic? It must seem silly to ask, but… it doesn’t really seem to be about starlight and the only reference to it is the fact that it takes place during the night. None the less, it is a good short story even if I’m scratching my head where the prompt really makes an appearance here.
(Wasteland) – What is this thing called logic? I know not of it. My gosh am I imagining Lance more as a dog than a fox, particularly when he gets caught with the bone in his mouth. In contrast to your earlier story, he seems so well, surprised which actually helps show how young he is. After all in Breakfast he knew pretty much everything about Clock Town and does in character it seems, yet here he is startled by the appearance of talking Stalfos. Think I mentioned this before, but I sort of wish there was more interaction here between the king, his captain, and Lance, because it feels very fleeting. Mean, I know they are there, but its more an nod to their existence and I wanted to see more of how it ended as he got chased by undead horses. Also your prompt was… just sort of your backdrop again. It is better, because well I don’t know where else you’d find walking and talking skeletons. Awesome intro by the way, it lead well into Lance’s curiosity about the place and thus his meeting.
(Rain) – And there you go with making my comments invalid, again. The critique I’ve been giving you for the past stories goes out the window as you have incorporated the theme fully now and it really feels complete now since the prompt is fulfilled. You layered on description about the rain, which I really enjoyed if only because I am a cloud sky freak who happens to be fascinated by weather once more setting up very nicely for the scene. It wouldn’t be quite as good without it in fact, nor would it be quite so adorable with the butler coming in a wordlessly carrying her back to the palace like a good butler would. So embarrassing too, she must be covered in mud. The only thing I feel like is missing is perhaps a quip from Folus? I don’t know …you probably know the character so much better than I or if not a quip a little more description of him involving what the butler is doing, curious to know if he is being solemn, or maybe even finds it amusing that his princess got herself stuck in a hole.
(Breath) – Ummm, ummm where is the other character? I know there are NPCs, but… it just seems like this is the wrong place for this story. So I’m a bit confused why this is here, that maybe it should have been in one of the other scarecrow challenges. Anyway its nice to see how Lance has wound up in termina despite there being so few keatons. I mean its alluded to your other stories and what not. I feel like he has a real sense of youth here especially with the barrel that falls on his tails, that he isn’t quite the trickster he is now, that he was still so young to make such a mistake. It’s a stark contrast which in comparison to your other stories with Lance and really shines, because it’s the first time he is caught. Its not even so much that he is backed into a corner, but he is physically caught by people of some sort.
(Red) – Nice job here, there were enough clues that I got the identities despite being a newbie here, but not enough information where I felt like a reader I was getting hit over the head with the obvious bat. And you really incorporated your prompt here as I’m can see red. That and the pressure that is on the gorons with the terrible weather lurking right over their heads. Sometimes repetition isn’t good, especially with adjectives, but it was used sparingly enough that it helped enhance the feel of the prompt. That and I actually do feel a bit of the stress lurking around in the background of their lives. Only thing I have to mention is sorta that I think some nouns got confused, child and they, singular and plural. Man this is the first time I had to nitpick you for grammar just to figure out uhhh, something constructive instead of just praises.
(Little Talks) – Well now I’m curious, about what Soal means… about those things, which he clearly doesn’t want to talk about. It’s a short sweet slice of banter and who doesn’t like banter? I know I do that is for sure and it isn’t forced, it flows nicely and feels like just a little conversation that occurs idly. Such a patient and good heroine we have here, willing to eat chu jelly with her tiny fox squirrel thing even if she doesn’t really know why he wants it in the first place. It’s a sweet little bit of fluff that shows character bonding over even the simplest things. Only suggestion I have here is to try to distinguish between the dialogue more, I mean I can tell, but when it is all bolded it takes a moment. Especially when you don’t preference by a he or a she.
(Eternal Summer) Admittedly I went what when I read through this originally. If only because the concept was so literal and so out of left field, but from what I can tell, that means it is perfect. Old these faeries might be, but the great faerie of magic seems to be a bit… well out there which is why it works. I’m pretty sure this is supposed to be humorous in nature, but I found it utterly horrifying in the matter that the great faeries actually seemed to consider the idea and they all are great. Probably wasn’t intentional at all, but it was in some way disturbing to me. So if you were going for horror, you won, somehow. If not… I know I have a weird sense of humor. I half expected this to end with, the world was never the same again, like its another the world is ending scenario.
Nero – (Letters) Nice job flipping between… three different moments in Nero’s life, by that I mean, the letters that were written, him as a child, and him as an adult meeting with Nerina again. That isn’t easy and you kept the tense nice, which hnngh I always mess up. That and they are separate. Huh what do I mean by that? I mean, that there is no child Nero mixing with Adult Nero and vice versa, and you made it really nice and clear. I normally don’t like sound effects being incorporated, but you made it work really well such as the hawk cry and I could hear it in my head. I can see little nero being a hawk completely now, my life is complete. Of course I think I probably don’t know have to actually say this, but… its adorable, and from what I’ve read on the site so far you nailed the other character on the head. Stupidly adorable. Don’t give me diabetes from this. The only critique I probably have is the fact… the parts were uneven, You have two letters, you have two moments of child Nero, and then one of Adult Nero, which isn’t bad necessarily, but I felt like there was a slight disconnect between the last letter and the adult section. Its more like suddenly ADULT when you’ve been following the pattern of child, letter, child, letter. In other words the flow felt a little off, but it was still a sweet adorable end.
Linktwin (Reset) – YOU GO GIRL. I mean Kamahra. I love the actually spoken text here if only because I feel like it fit perfectly with the manner in which you were setting up the scene. This is a real accomplishment, and you’re probably going why Kamon? Its because I barely noticed the transition between speaking and the description, it was that fitting. Poetic, it almost sounded or rather read similar to a song because it flowed so nicely. And the word choice, everything matched. I believe if I wasn’t a terrible person I would be hugging Kamahra and going, you are such a strong woman, you should be proud mama bear. The prompt matched so perfectly too and I don’t know why, but I associate gorons with Fire (probably due to the fire temple….) and so the flame imagery really really worked with me here in the beginning. Would probably like a bit more emotion in between the fight with her husband and the ring breaking, because though she had anxiety and panic. It didn’t show as much and instead she came out as an extremely strong character. I had to get a critique in there somewhere, and I’m not an expert on these things.
( Rain) – When such a normal process of nature begins to fail, hnnngh, I love how you described the rain itself almost as if it was very much indeed foreign to this character as changes are occurring all around him. Nice job, there! Then the description of the ocean and how the world around him is beginning to change to the point in which he doesn’t even want to swim in the waters. Like also how it did switch to his journal as well, though if only on the account that it added to the story as it allowed him to swiftly transition into questioning and finally to questioning the rain again. It’s a great lead into the Great bay crisis that … I don’t know has happened yet, or will happen. Only suggestion is to maybe break up the questions a bit, like he was pausing, thinking. You have your answers, and you do break them up with explanations or thoughts, but it might look neater if you moved the answers to the next line as if he was asking himself the question, then scribbling out the answer.
Nerina (3.Prey) – I’m going to state that this is stupid adorable, stop it, I will get a cavity if you keep this up. Your formatting though, I’m sorry it distracts me. I don’t know why, but when I see parentheses and double parentheses it almost feels you like as the author forgot to add this in. The spacing is tough, it feels all jumbled, there are strange ends to your sentences as if you didn’t check to see them in preview. I know Nerina is hyper, and I know you write in parentheses and I just checked that, but please think about how your posting looks. It probably is meant to look jumbled and I’m sorry if I didn’t get that, but it makes it feel like you don’t care as much as you clearly do in your writing. I’m pretty sure this is just my phobia of poor forming from other sites coming in. It makes me sad, because it distracted me from this nice short little piece of fluff and I pretty sure I saw Nerina as the roadrunner here if only due to the title when she was stalking
(18 – I still remember) You keep hitting my weak spot Nerina, by that I mean format. I already commented on this so I’m not going to rant, just that it makes it difficult for me to read and that presentation is important in fanfiction. I’ve had a few friends ask me why they don’t get views on their stories, and I swear half of it is because they accidentally bold everything, or it looks plain sloppy. Anyway, my prejudices aside on formatting, I’m going to presume that this is alternate universe, which is totally awesome to see because why not? Harper seems like a pretty awesome character too and I assume you nailed him on the account he is a bard? He has a flowing speech around him that suits him in that case and so you did a real good job with that even though I can’t find the character. There is such a dissonance here that you should be proud, fond memories with whipping, besutiful.
Also Caythrn = Nerina? Yes?
Axel (Hey Listen) – Fan of the HMS? Yup, right here, got the sense that he really is just as people say… an ass. Because flipping out while drunk and wrecking the bar is totally an acceptable thing to do in society, yes, completely. Alcohol is the only solution, and clearly it is the best solution for Axel considering he wound up in jail and probably threw the fear of the goddesses into a few of the bar patrons. Your lovely critique is… badatush tenses. Particularly in the first two paragraphs, your tenses are really wonky and flip between the… you know what I’m bad at tenses too, but it is actually noticeable rather than the oh gosh where did that d go sense. Something is off in the later paragraphs with tense as well, but I can’t quite place my finger on it. Other than that, nice change of pace in contrast to the fluff, and I enjoyed the change of pace as we were sorely lacking in actual violence! I mean like… actual writing of it rather than allusions to it. Now excuse me as I go hug your character, because this is such a hard thing, I can only imagine and I still want to hug her.
Mint (13. Crush) – First off I want to say, nice tense use, because I would have gotten myself all confused over when to use past and when to use present… and you chose to use present as the main tense which boggles my mind. It worked very well because it kept time from getting confusing and also had the nice side benefit of allowing it to transition easily to the past and to the now! I give you massive props for doing this and I feel like you nailed Lance. Tsundere Keaton to me is pretty much how I now view this character and the feeling of the prompt was throughout the entire story. I could see the crush, it didn’t even need to be stated in the story for me to get it, if only because you used your words so well to illustrate that there was a crush. So not only did you nail the characters, but you also tied in your prompt beautifully. You know what is also awesome? The use of parentheses here… even though I completely usually disagree with their usage, they work because the other character in this prompt, their author uses them. You used part of the creator’s own writing style which is totally bonus points in my book. Lance as a dog Keaton, waiting patiently outside, is slowly growing too in my mind, which makes it all the more funny because I swear you just reinforced what Lance’s own impressions from his stories. Lance can sit there and wait for food, and get his ear scratched, and everything else man, I could read all day about how he is totally there for the free food while he is waiting like a patient dog fox. That and I pretty sure I know who the characters are without any name dropping, which is darn awesome. The only critique I have is that you did a really good job with your tenses, but some it comes out a little odd, because you switch rapidly between them. It doesn’t detract too much at all. The switching as I said helps, and tenses are tricky little things. Or maybe I just keep not reading and am missing words.
(1 – Pictograph) – When I saw the prompt, this wasn’t what I was expecting, but I love the turn on it. As in I was completely expecting the pictograph box to be used, rather than ancient languages. Can we just make this canon? It’s a marvelous retelling and embellished enough to be a legend passed down orally! You can completely imagine and see the descriptions laid out before you and the sense of awe that it must have inspired even if half of it is made up. Can we just really just make this canon? I love how it is written, I just do. The hero of time and the man from the desert are just titanic figures and totally deserve it considering how much impact they have haaaaad. Well their reincarnations and continual reincarnations. So really really nice job. I’m not sure if it was explained though how the Hero of Time got his title though, and that is my nitpick for the day, because the other ones make sense, but maybe I just missed it going this description man, makes these figures as epic as they should be. It wasn’t what I was excepting it to be, but it came out much better as a result.
(Don’t Fight it) – So many colors man… just too many, and they are so bright. It is probably just me, but while it helps show who is who and that is great, if sort of hurts a bit. The bright green and bright blue are a bit hard for me to read actually against the white background. Now that is out of the way, I find it quite funny the way that in the beginning the Great Faeries are beating around the bush and how it ends with Great Faeries as well. What I mean about beating around the bush is that they generate interest, going WHAT DID YOU SEE TELL ME NOW YOU OLD HAGS. Also I feel so terrible for Nero, not that it wasn’t adorable, but quite the opposite as it is sickeningly so with Nero having to pretend to be a princess. Role reversal man, role reversal, didn’t see that coming, but the fact that it is shown in front of the whole guard, man I think I would be crawling into a hole if I were him. Then there is the matter that it might be duplicated again by magic. I think I was embarrassed reading this simply through what I presume Nero’s embarrassment was going to be. Also the incorporation of so many characters was pretty seamless as well, so really good job there! I know I get nervous just using one person’s character, let alone like six others that aren’t even my own characters. Hats off to you!
(The Road Home) You know, I would like to meet this character too, since he has appeared twice now and I don’t see the application. And I wish I could comment on the characterization as a result, because you seemed worried that you failed in imitating a character. I don’t know, but the old woman is very lively! I don’t think you failed, because the hardest part is bringing someone else’s character to life… nnngh I don’t know how you keep managing to do this. Even though you didn’t actually imitate the other character, it seems to me that you did a good job in creating a new character from what you knew of the old one! The only problem is I’m sorry that I can’t tell who the second character is, if I was supposed, but both of them are really lively. That could be though, because I haven’t… well met every character yet and probably won’t for a while. In love with the imagery that you created as well, made what could have been a simple trip home, an epic quest that involved climbing an mountain with a spry old woman. She almost seemed to be more than what she was and especially that ending… just added to the feeling that she as pretty much not normal, but you don’t know what.
(Rendezvous) – I do not know why, but I began to hear the final hours song from Majora’s mask as soon as I began to read it… and I have no idea why. Noooo Selene, your friends are your strength, this is hero stuff one o one girl, doooon’t do this, Soal is right you need to follow the tropes. Not really though, its just good, because I can see the character just falling apart under what is only going to happen in the future… its not going to be any easier for the hero of time and every new area that gets trashed is going to be more perilous an more urgent. The hero is just too kind to let her friends continue to hurt themselves for her sake and its really heart wrenching to see that she is off to go sacrifice herself, because she cannot bear to have her friends be harmed any further. And then you lighten it up for as heart breaking that it might be, she still has her friends behind her and she isn’t alone even if she wants to be. You did a good job at showing what could happen, and what might happen in the future, since I have a feeling it isn’t going to be all flowers and sunshine. Mean it isn’t right now, but it is only going to get worse. The only suggestion I have is witching between bold and italics if you have two characters talking, so it helps keep who is saying what utterly straight.
(6. Watch Out) – Admittedly I have read very little of this character and for that I am sorry, because he seems like such a jovial and happy character. Scar and Mufasa, though, I’m surprised they weren’t duking it out or that one of them didn’t fall off a cliff, though being rolled over by a pack of gorons seems appropriate enough considering everything. Ah, I really like gorons for some reason, you made me like them all the more even though I don’t play one of them, and they are such brothers. Truly you made them the best bros that a Hylian could have. It was really nice to see how you made the race your own in this short story, I don’t know how else to explain it. Yet, despite the coming of the gorons, not everyone could be saved, and I like the slight tone shift that occurred, because I am sadly a realist. It was a natural progression from cheer, to panic, to a strong sense of honor, to loss and it worked despite it being one of your shorter works. The only thing I am wondering is if the gorons on snowhead have a specific accent, because some of their words seem to be out of place and almost oddly phrased. I ask only because it makes them sound almost younger as a result or something along those lines. Just curious. My suggestion or rather real question is… ummm… exactly where the other character is since this is a one shot and I thought this was sort of a requirement for the challenge.
(16 –Sincerely) - Really enjoyed this one as well as … okay I’m a sucker for gorons, leave me alone. I like seeing how you incorporated Labyrnna into this as well as tied it together with I presume in some way’s Charles story if only in passing as there are no ‘gyspies’ in Termina? Anyway, focusing back onto the meat of your story, and knowing of the racial tensions, it was really quite interesting to see that the younger brother made the connection with the gorons’ ties with the zoras back home. Mainly I’m curious how this might affect the leader’s decision or even outlook or if he’ll just ignore it as it comes from his younger brother if this canon. Once more you are consistent and pretty much answered my question above! While we didn’t get to learn much about the gorons living in Labyrnna, it was cool to have a little insight on them as well and of course be introduced to the brother of the leader. I’m still confused whether or not we need to have actual npc focuses for one shots though, because this is happening more as I read on through all your wonderful stories. And nice play on the word sincerely!
(3. Heartbeats) – No pleeeease stawp hitting me in my formatting phobias. It is really pretty, and quite literally, but I am sorry, the colors are a rainbow and I wish I could comment further, but I really have no idea what is going on in this one shot. I’m pretty sure its because I’m not in the same frame of reference, or I don’t know the game… unless its fire emblem. IS IT FIRE EMBLEM DEATH SENTENCES? PARTICULARLY AWAKENING? HMMM I AM SUPSICIOUS. Because this is what I am reminded of, even if I don’t know what is going except the fact everyone is dying. Unfortunately the lack of not knowing what is going sorta… lessens the impact I think of people dying, because then it is like… oh you died. Same thing with murdering a lot of characters at once, lessens the impact of each individual death. Its artistic though, really and I had to try to piece it together, which is always fun and I personally enjoying going AHAH I got it. Even if this is completely wrong.
(Cavalier) – The moral dilemma of prisons and justice right here folks. Except not really… I was suspicious when you first started this story and that is what I like, because you had me questioning this story from the beginning. You put in little warning flags, little hints to the reading going… oh this isn’t quite what it seems to be, particularly with the young man. They were quite clearly there, but you didn’t explain how different the reality was from the prologue that you built up. Then there was the connection, Iman. These connections man… probably really obvious to all you people, not so obvious to me yet, so I was happy how it wove with yet another story. You’re very good at weaving these connections you know and after reading one of Helio’s posts I did see him in a different light since the thread I read was the one where Charles reveals that he was taken in by gypsies. It was very much a woooh, wait a second hold on here. It was so well set up.
(Summer Skin) – Its probably because I read all these at once, that I am automatically going AHAH nice job, I see what you have done, because you played off wonderfully on a foot note in one of josh’s stories. This is what I get for being new, I don’t know all the intricacies, but this one I could appreciate. Its so… adorable, it makes reading the other mentions of Dia all the more painful for which I’m going to have to thank you more so, because these two are just so… happy. I can’t wait to see more of what you are about to write as it almost seems too good to be true. Stop playing with my nonexistent feels, its good, you nailed the characters as far as I am concerned. Its so appropriate too for summertime, sitting there playing on a guitar, so idyllic. Of course this can’t last and this is the problem… for me, not you. I’m going to hold my suggestions as since this is in parts, well… can’t exactly say I’ve seen the whole of it.
Carma (One More Dream) – First off, first person, give you props for that because it isn’t easy to do when you are writing and to do it well. That and you got across so well how much Charles just… collapsed after his parents died, just his entire world to the point in which he doesn’t want to live anymore. The moment when he made that decision, you made it so clear, that it hurt and the mount of introspection…. Hnnngh excellent. I think you put just the right amount of description and feeling there that it didn’t become heavy handed, but not too light that it would be dismissed or not taken seriously by the reader. I mean its not an easy situation to write and I’m not talking about near death experience, the emotions that come off naturally. Excuse me I have chills now. If I was the person to cry over characters, I would, but unfortunately I’m not so you have to take the sticker of sad feelings felt through one of my muses. My only suggestion and its more of a curiosity, is maybe you could have switched from Nero and Charles just like you did in the end.
Raine (Temptations) – For some reason, I thought ariel with all the artifacts at the bottom of the sea, and I starting singing, so thank you for that. She is so… innocent of everything, likely from living with a whale, I can almost imagine her singing Disney songs because she doesn’t know anything about Termina. I would like to say that I think this is a fantastic use of the prompt that you were given, and I particularly like how she slowly started to come to the conclusion that clothes is sorta necessity. She is sheltered, but also you really showed how far she has come too in the same vein, because clearly she has had little to no instruction on how to live in Termina or really out of the ocean in general. I almost wanted to hear how that chat would have gone about stealing, but unfortunately it probably wouldn’t have gone with the flow of your story.
A.N. - I decided to try out different persepctives myself, and... I don't know the other characters all that well yet. Do you know… that I hated you?
I thought that you were teasing me, ignoring me for your own amusement or just thought that I didn’t deserve to be in the group.
Couldn’t read you no matter how much effort I put in, your lips twisted in ways unfamiliar to me and it wouldn’t change despite my written pleas to do so. It had to be a cruel joke, that you were toying with me, ignoring the words I wrote in my notebook. I remember that I grounded my teeth so hard that I shaved off a piece of my tooth, stomped enough that my leg was sore. Yet, you didn’t listen or that is what I thought, could you blame me for thinking you were the worst? You just existed to remind me that I was missing a whole part of the world, baiting me. All I was doing was guarding our secret hideout, I could barely stand still and you came marching up as I was pacing back and forth across it before I realized how totally lame it was to be on guard duty. Your face contorted more and more into a growl as I continued to write, ‘repeat’…. Looking back I don’t think you knew, I thought it was obvious! The fourth time I wrote down the word repeat. That was when you pushed my notebook away, your hand clenching into a fist and mine did too. So I shoved it back in your face, so you couldn’t ignore it. I wrote something else that time, my scrawl slanted as I furiously wrote it out, but do you remember? ‘Just stop playing games, speak normally, rock head.’ I remember shaking as you threw the notebook on the ground, your face vivid with anger your mouth wide open. You threw my notebook to the ground, and even without your display I nearly hooked you in the gut. The worst, you threw away my only mean of communication onto the ground, utter disrespect. Wanted to kick you down a notch for that, even if we were supposed to be in this together. You moved first though, and got an arm round my shoulder, pushing me aside as if I were a gnat in your way. Couldn’t break it, you were too strong, my fingers couldn’t pry your grip off and you were there. I didn’t know you, but your arm was around my neck. Do you know that I was scared? Thought I could handle you and then I was at your mercy. I couldn’t so much write on your arms as I kicked wildly. Even if I managed a blow, you were solid and didn’t move, you were in my blind spot… the amount of power you had over me was terrifying. Then you let me go just before I started to make my throat hurt. It was all over a stupid password and it didn’t end there. I just sat there, rubbing my neck and tapping my fingers against it, dazed. But I was a bomber now, couldn’t just curl up and cry, I was going to be strong and independent in spite of you even more so because you didn’t want me there, that is what I thought to myself at least. Didn’t need to be here to prove that! Do you know I thought you hated me too?
My first few days there and you threw me into a headlock, then avoided my eyes, avoided me, stepping away any time I tried to approach you. Man up, I was gonna confront you. All I gonna ask was that you stop being such a momentous jerk. This wasn’t the gang I had tried so hard to join, felt like I was excluded and I didn’t know what I had wrote hurt. I hadn’t even done anything, so… I thought it was mutual. Don’t think you tried to speak to me and even if you did, I sure didn’t pay you any mind; it wasn’t as if anything had changed. It is… so much harder to describe emotions, but I really did hate you those first few days. For a while. Just… imagine a freak whirling storm, of grey and red, rain pouring down. I felt that I was in the middle of it, and all I saw was red. Stupid dirt muncher. I resented the storm, but it isn’t as if the storm gives a care. You stuck me in there and you kept me trapped that is really the only way to explain it. The more you ignored me, the more I wanted to shove your head into a tree trunk. I was a person, got it? Actually you probably got it better than most did. You sure had one way of showing it. Do you know when it was that I became your enemy?
With your stupid blue locks of hair, I just wanted to cut them out, make you look in the mirror and ask, just why? How? Make you think for a second, then realize I could stand toe to toe with you even if you’re were just gonna knock me down. You probably could of, probably should have, probably had the right to and I think I wanted you to, because somehow I knew you weren’t gonna. Why? You were bent on ignoring me, I suspected it long before. You probably remember this night, I really tried to make it memorable as it was to be the beginning of my crusade against you. You didn’t deserve to be a bomber that was my conclusion, you didn’t deserve it as you’d go to such great lengths to wound me and I was a part of this town even if you didn’t care to be reminded of it. Mean the bombers were about justice and this wasn’t just, not by a long shot! Selfish, arrogant, unforgivable, just unforgivable… well not unforgivable, just… it took a long time to actually forgive you. So I took some parchment wrapped animal hair in it and meshed it with twine as a fuse. I wonder if you actually forgave me for this, the stalking and the stench. Yeah that… stench. I can remember smelling it below through the bandana that I had placed over my nostrils. I lit it, and threw it into your room. Burning animal hair was the worse, is the worst, and I almost thought I had gotten away with it. Until I saw the ground up close and personal like. Then streaks of blue hair, I had been caught red handed, and I remember glaring at you, daring you to do something, anything, because it would vindicate that prank I pulled. Think I truly desired that your hair just catch on fire, it probably could of if I continued to stare as I did. I don’t even remember what was said, if you said anything at all, wasn’t like I could understand you. I sat there coiled and ready to launch myself at you, but there was nothing. That was it, nothing, and then you ignored me, more, turned your back. Just… NOTICE ME GODDESSES DAMN YOU, acknowledge that I’m here. My fists curled and I missed my leap, crashing into the side of a crate instead of into your back. You still didn’t look back as a rubbed my side, pounded my fist on the ground. It smarted, not as much as my pride. I probably deserved that, the soreness, but you didn’t read it from me. Now I think you just backed off, but then, I thought this was the proof that you were trying so hard to forget I existed. That you didn’t want to deal with me, that I wasn’t part of the gang. I don’t really know, what you thought, maybe you were embarrassed having someone like me around and ever time that lurking thought came around, I think my teeth dulled a bit. If you had turned around then, I would have scrapped with you and got my butt handed to me big time. Still would have done it though, still would have done it even now. Do you know when you first became my friend?
I didn’t want to deal with you, and you didn’t want to deal with me. I thought that was the agreement, yet you sat me down on a box. You were always the stronger and even though I fought you tooth and nail, you got me there anyway. Actually I think I bit you, you taste terrible did you know? I wanted to despise you more for it, giving me the time of day when you wanted, when it was convenient for you. Especially when I saw the missing pages from my notebook in your grubby hands. I nearly threw a pot at you. You had desecrated my notebook not once, but twice, tore out the pages… if I thought you were the worst, before it was definitely true then. Who did you think you were? No, WHO did you think you were? You tore out my words, you tore out fond memories and now you wanted me to sit still? Nuhuh. I flipped through the notebook quickly, expecting to have my past conversations not only torn out, but the rest crossed out in spite. They weren’t and I was all bewildered as you began to write, sloppily might I add on my parchment. It didn’t make sense, I pulled back my lips in the facsimile of a growl. I thought that you were now pantomiming me to show…. I don’t know, it just wasn’t pleasant, it made more sense then than it does now. You just repeated movement with a look of concentration across your face, I didn’t realize it was a sign. One of mine, and not even I could recognize it at least not until you told me. Was like a crooked bird with two broken wings the way you moved our hands, so ungainly… so mixed. I didn’t like you, you could have only bore hatred for me, pretty clearly so. You wanted to learn signs, I didn’t believe you. I’m pretty sure you know that all those signs I taught you were utter bogus. You hadn’t taken an interest. No, they couldn’t of taken one, not like this and they hadn’t before, it couldn't be sincere. The only conclusion was that you had to be setting me up for a trap. At least before we actually became friends. I don’t think I really cared though, even if it was negative attention I had finally gotten it, I had won and man did you look like a fool. Except then, you didn’t stop… I thought I had foiled your malevolent scheme whatever it might be, to make me look like a total idiot probably. But, you were stubborn. Do you know it was then I realized we were similar?
I remember watching you, trying to ferret out your game that never seemed to stop. Your lips were still unreadable to me and more than a few times the adult before you would ask you to... well repeat yourself. It never worked did it? You struggled to be understood too, maybe not as much as I did, but I think then I realized, that maybe you weren’t just… stringing me along. I still suspected it, because well I had messed with your home pretty badly, but it was the same scene when we first met, just it wouldn’t stop. The idea didn’t make me feel much better, so I started to teach you some actual signs, shoving the others under the rug as archaic… or something. You probably knew I was completely lying to your face at that point, it was such a terrible excuse. All along I thought you were just trying to lull me into a false sense of security so you could just punch me in the gut?… I don’t know, but it stopped feeling that way after a while and somewhere along the line I lost my consuming red hatred of you. Not many others took that much time to try to understand, but you were there every day. Every day that is when I wasn’t chained to the shop, putting me on that box. with eyes squinted, your tongue sticking out in full concentration as you looked between our fingers. I don’t think until then I ever took time to really notice you, well I did, but only as an enemy, someone that scorned me. Maybe you had noticed before, maybe I just missed it, but it was sill your fault that this happened all of it! Alright, maybe part of it was nobody’s fault, but it just wasn’t mine, you started all of this. I thought you’d get bored, just leave me alone. in fact I’m pretty sure I wrote to you, ‘ I hate you, leave me alone’ when that was the exact opposite of what I wanted though I’m pretty sure you were still the worst on my list at the time. Maybe I should give you a chance, but I thought better of it, you didn’t give me a chance at all. Except you didn’t go away. Do you know… I was wrong?
I mean… you do, but I don’t think I ever mentioned it to you and I’ve apologized, but I was. Am, whatever. Don’t even really know why you stuck through with it all, just sorta should have let me get myself kicked out of the Bombers. But, you did and in time I could read you… I could understand you, through the hard work both of us put into it, there was someone who I could speak to other than my family. Read your lips and… then you were sorta there, well you were there the moment I joined the bombers, but I think then, I realized you weren’t foe or the worst rock head ever. Or accepted it, there is totally a big difference between the two of them. Alright you probably deserved the animal hair stench, but not from me at least. There are little things that irritate me and you continue to do so today, I was wrong, its okay. It just was paid forward, that is how I think of it. I don’t like it when you speak for me, I can write. I don’t like it when you feel like you have to watch my back, like I’m going to fall into some bottomless hole. I don’t like it when you grab me, even if I didn’t see the signal to run. Its okay though, I know why, doesn’t mean I like it but I know why, I understand now. Just let me have your back too king. Because I’d probably do the same, or I’d like to think I’d do the same as long as you don’t come begging to me for money. Do you know… why I call you King?
Your name is too long Douglas to actually sign it letter by letter, so I gave you the sign king. Maybe it’s my way of telling you I’m well sorry. That would only be part of the truth, though, you are king among the friends I have made, probably one of my first or the first. I think it fits, even if you are so full of yourself whenever you get someone else to call you that. Maybe the sign, maybe it doesn’t make much sense, but it does to me. The sad thing, I can’t really tell you. I don’t have enough pages to write this and you don’t have that long of an attention span. Even if I did, I don’t think I could ever actually portray it, not without more… mis… mis… misunderstanding is close enough of a word for what I want to use. I’ll write again and let you answer for me because I know you will, but I don’t mind. So tell me now, Do you know…?
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Vertti Mainio
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Post by Vertti Mainio on Jul 26, 2014 1:35:25 GMT
A.N. - I'm sorry that I can't actually do other people's characters yet Long ago in the time of myths there was a young girl who lived in a cursed canyon. A time where Hyrule existed above the waves, and before the golden land was lost to them all. But Hyrule was far off, a distant land that the little girl had not seen.
With white hair and piercing blood red eyes to those she met she was little more than an apparition in these lands tainted with bloodshed. The little girl was not human, but she was not aware of this, she was simply the little girl. Ssssh. The truth was that she was a Great Faerie, but the little girl did not know what that was, or what it meant. She knew that she wasn’t like the others that roamed the land, she had skin, while the others didn’t. The little girl was awful lonely, and the shambling corpses paid her no mind. If they did, she ran from them, but they were never fast enough and she ran right back into her cave filled with giggles. It was nothing more than a game to the little girl, she had no concept of death, it had been all around her ever since she could remember. In fact she wondered why she wasn’t like them, why she fell to the ground in exhaustion, why she felt pains at her stomach. All the little girl knew was that she was different from them and it was more than in appearance. She asked at nights when she lay curled in the water lapping, ‘Why am I not like them? I live here too!’ It puzzled the young girl with red eyes, troubled her. Maybe this was why they didn’t play with her, why they only screamed at her. Or so she thought. She was ignorant of the world outside of her cave. But. On the occasion, the girl would receive visitors, who she welcomed with open arms, things that looked like her that didn’t belong here either. So she let them belong at her home, where she was too.
The little girl did not understand that they weren’t her and thus welcomed them into her home as they were her. Her visitors always marveled at her home, she was pleased to bring them there, because they appreciated it. In fact they marveled at it, clinging to the stone pillars as their sides bleed the same color as her eyes and cried tears of joy. It did not come to her mind that they were joyful for reasons other than visiting her. She was grateful to have visitors, people in her home. There wasn’t much to do in the barren canyon she called her home, but she made do. The little girl didn’t mind digging in the dirt, unlike many girls her age. The dusty that would make her red eyes itch was no barrier to the young Faerie as she had a great desire beating within her heart. Every day, she would go down below and gather grass, plain grass, and dig a hole to place it in, bringing water from her fountain in the hopes that it would take root. In her heart, she was sure that eventually the grass would take root, that one day she would open her eyes to a field of grass outside. That something would grow in this accursed land that she called home. With excitement, the young Faerie would wait, staring at the ground, believing if she tried hard enough that she would perhaps even see a sprout break through the surface. There were other places that were green, but here was her home, this was the place she wanted to see bloom the most. One day, a very strange day to the little girl, a man with hair as red as the distant flames of the sun approached her and asked her what she believed would come of this. She told him in a small voice, that she was waiting for the grass to grow and the stranger thought this odd, never mind that the slip of a girl was wandering about without parents or any sign that she had been cared for.
The little girl told him of her desire and in her voice was the conviction that it would come true as she did not even know that her method of planting was futile. The man told her such, but only mentioned that she would need hardy seeds rather than express the difficultly of the task that spread before her. He produced from his sleeves a beautiful flower, white as her hair, its center blush with pink, and in a soft voice told her in a winding manner how he had stumbled upon such a rare flower. He claimed that it grew in the harshest of places, between two rocks on the top of the canyon’s mouth. The little Faerie had never seen the flower before, nor had she seen many flowers as she rarely ventured from the canyon. Wringing her hands the little girl asked if she could have the flower as if it would grow in the harshest of places, perhaps it would grow in the dust here. She promised in a heartbeat that she would take care of it, that it would not wither under her watch. As adamant as she was, the man with the flame hair would not give her the flower, telling her that it was precious to him and that he carried it with him for this reason. That he in return he required something of the small child for such a magnificent flower. She did not know what she could give him in return, pleading for that if he had kindness in his heart that assuredly he would understand the importance of this flower to her. He refused, because he could not be parted with the flower, and claimed that he was kind for he considered doing it for the little girl. The little girl was unaware of the price he desired of her to compensate for the flower, she was unsure if this was kindness. All she knew of it was to give... give… and give more until there as nothing left to give, never asking for even a smile in return. So she assented to the man’s wishes, not even questioning what it was that he desired from her. In return for the flower, he first demanded of her a name. The little girl had no name though and so he took it upon himself to give her one. It meant of the land, and perhaps was a name well suited. This would be his first request of her. In a manner giving her a name had given him admiration for the little girl. She was grateful for being given one and so she grew attached to the man allowing to stay in her fountain, but this time he stayed for many nights and days. Unlike the rest. They had all left, giving her their thanks some of the promised the wayward child that they would visit her again. He was kind to her and she to him. He would patch up her knee when she fell even though it stung only for a moment. He would tie back her hair, untangle it for her. He would watch her dig her holes and even cheer her. She didn’t think this would end, and he was a very kind man. The second request came in the middle of a day, asking her to bless him and so she did. She showered him with words, praises really, poured her heart into it willingly for she believed that he did deserve it. Still it was not enough, the little girl did not know what she had missed, what more she could do for the man with flaming red hair. He told her that she had not met his price, but still he would stay with her and let her see his wonderful flower. Yet the young girl did not know what his price was, he had never named it and she grew worried as the flower began to wilt in time even as it floated in her fountain. The little girl begged him to name a price as for the first time in her life, she felt a sense of urgency. He asked what she would give in return for the flower… and the answer was what he wished of her. With a smile, the man with hair of flame asked her for a part of herself. In this the little girl, thought and thought, what was a part of her? She had given him everything that she could, her company, her food, her water, her shelter. That was kindness was it not? To give all of you to those in need? This was the good kind of kindness?
Even if she was in the one in need, it was for the good of the canyon right? With this, it would bloom into a field of flowers right? So what part could she give? The little girl was at a loss for she did not know what part left of her she could give….Except it was then that she knew, it was something that had always been there, a crystal blade that she had first seen when she opened her eyes. It hummed at times, it was something that she knew was of great importance to her or should be. Yet, this was the only part she could give, this would be fair right? A crystal for a flower. The man with flame hair would certainly accept this, it was all that she had left and the flower continued to wither. So she gifted onto him a blade that held a part of her in exchange for the rare flower. The little girl held it close to her heart and smiled at the man, promising.
“Its important to you, and to me, I won’t let it wither! Will you come back to see the canyon in bloom?” He responded simply.
‘Of course.’
I t was a simple promise. Except… the flower never took hold in the wastes, no matter how hard she tried, it withered under her touch despite all of her power. The little girl cried, believing she had failed, but the flower did not have any roots, it could never grow here, nor there, but she didn’t know that. She had let the precious flower wither and broke her promise which she had made with all of heart. He wouldn’t visit her again until the canyon was in bloom. Maybe he would never visit again the kind man with the flaming hair. The little girl thought and thought… and told herself, she was going to find another flower, so that she wouldn’t break all of her promise, so she could see the man with red hair again.
She searched between the rocks, clambered up the sheer cliffs of her tiny world, but there were no flowers such as the one that lay withered in her fountain. Many moons passed, and she continued to dart into dark places, high place, low place, all around, in search of the flower. Yet, still she could not find it. The little girl thought to herself, told herself, ‘If I can’t find it, then I will ask for forgiveness for breaking a promise.’ For she was truly ashamed of herself, she had promised and she had let it lapse. It was the first time she had gone outside of the canyon as her world was still all so very small. Then she should have known, suspected, but she was still a little girl and she believed it was a miracle. The flowers grew around a small town with a clock, so thickly that they choked bushes… to her it was as if the goddesses had reached down a given her a second chance. The flower though was a common weed, was by no means rare, but in time it would pass away into memory as the last of its flowers were seen three hundred years ago. In time it became rare and precious. It was called a ghost flower… a flower that got its name from the apparition that picked it under the light of the moon and its untimely doom. Ah who would desire a flower that drew spirits to it? Ah what if it called evil souls? Perhaps the connection was never made, the little girl that haunted ikana canyon and the children that were drawn to the parasitic flower. Every night she would pick a flower and every day she would dig another grave. For each flower the little girl took died, withering under her touch and each one she took only grew the name of the weed. The parasite, for that was what it was, waned in number as the years passed one there were no more ghost flowers and no more apparitions came to steal away its petals. The weed had become a most valuable flower, simply because there were none left. The little girl, however… the little girl disappeared too. For you see the little girl grew up and her wish withered away, just like the flowers she planted did. Was this the truth?
Perhaps not, for you see there is still one single blossom left, the little girl had in the very end managed to keep her promise. It is an echo of a distant promise that the little girl was there, maybe still there. As long as there were still one flower left, the land could still bloom, just one last chance…
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Josh Dragonsflame
Hylian
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"I never truly knew what love was until you came into my life. Thank you."
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Post by Josh Dragonsflame on Jul 26, 2014 2:11:45 GMT
Aye, thanks for the comments. Yeah, it was a typo. Josh uses Dragon's Flame to this day as his primary weapon. It didn't get taken.
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Caius Mortera
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Post by Caius Mortera on Nov 11, 2014 10:11:33 GMT
There is no easy way from the earth to the stars. 773 WORDS "iNDIGO" Stiff Bow,Flimsy arrows | Caius quietly set the bottle beside the candle that illuminated his mother's face. "This one is a new formula. The merchants said it'd already cured a man in town." he mumbled, gaze hovering over to the window. "Thank you." the lithe woman wheezed. With a shaky arm, she attempted to grasp the bottle, but it dropped down from her palm, and shattered, spilling a green slime all over the paneling. She gave an exasperated sigh, and melted into the fabric of her quilts "I'm sorry...I guess it was a little slippery". Caius was quick to scoop up the glass, along with a few shards of his own. His large father was in the room in an instant, checking the imaginary damage done to the shriveled love of his life. He narrowed his eyes as his incompetent son.
Caius' ribs contracted within him, and he wet his lips to assure her, "No, it's alright. I'll go get more, next time I go back into town..." He didn't dare raise his eyes to meet his father's. He could feel the invisible daggers digging into his back. Caius quickly escaped the cave without a word, and crept outside. He leaned on the creaky railings, and rubbed the back of his neck.
The alpha was soon hovering over him. "Boy, your mother is worried about you." he began in a gruff voice. Caius rotated his head slightly, and glanced over his shoulder. "She's worried about me? Why should she be worried about me?" he questioned, temporarily hiding the rest of what he wanted to say. "She thinks you're trapped here because of her. She wants you to go off. Maybe the knight academy would be something up your road?" Caius felt the hairs on his arm stand at the mention of that damn knight academy. He grit his teeth and faced his father "I'm the only one who's taking care of her, no thanks to you!" he blurted out. "What's going to happen if I leave? What about Leah? You don't know what she likes! Do you even know how old she is? " "That's enough,Cauis." he barked, but the young man persisted. "Mother is dying! Can't you see it in her face?" "Shut your mouth!That's enough about your mother! Don't talk about her like that--Leah will hear you." he commanded. "Maybe sending you off will help you develop some respect! We should've shipped you off years ago! Then you would already be fighting for and protecting Termina. Maybe I wouldn't be as disappointed if you made yourself useful!"
Caius pushed past his father, and made a beeline to the barn. He was greeted by Rhea's warm nickers, and large, curious eyes. The young man swung the gate open, and clucked at the equine. He stormed outside, and she trailed behind him. Caius swung onto the mare's back once outside, and pushed her into a canter. Rhea just kept going. A bit confused, but patiently waited for any other cues.
The house disappeared over the horizon behind them, and they were in the middle of nowhere. Caius threw himself off of his steed, and violently met the ground, punching, pulling out grass, and grasping the base of his neck. He let out an angry yell, and crumpled over himself, huffing. And finally, weeps forced their way up his throat, and he choked on them. The truth of his mother's mortality was poisonous, and he was torn between staying and attempting to make her final days comfortable, or leaving his oppressive habitat he used to call home.
***He laid in the grass, studying the constellations above him. The sky was gravid with stars, and looked as if it were about to burst, and shower him in light. He wanted to drown in it.
He dreamed of far away lands that had been advertised to him as a youngster. There were mountains so high, that one could almost pluck stars from the sky like fruit. He dreamed of vast waters, that concealed a whole world from land-crawlers. Sometimes, he even dreamed of a mortal goddess with freckles that mirrored the night of her birth. He wanted to explore the body of his world, and a lover. He would maybe meet a woman who's veins snaked across her skin like indigo rivers. Her lashes mimicked the sweet needles of coniferous forests. And who's curved and sharp edges mimicked the organic shapes of her world she blessed. He put a finger to his lips, dreaming of lips as soft and natural as pansies in the spring.
He drifted off into the grass, while the moon kept watch over him.
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Josh Dragonsflame
Hylian
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"I never truly knew what love was until you came into my life. Thank you."
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Post by Josh Dragonsflame on Jan 12, 2015 2:49:34 GMT
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“I’ll always be at your side, no matter what…”
A distant promise. One of the distant promises so long ago that Josh had made. He had made this one in particular to Selene Merrows. During the festival, if he recalled. He remembered it well, just lying under the stars atop a hill, gazing at the constellations and wondering just what the world had in store for them next. It was there that Selene had told him who she had been tasked to become. The incarnation of the Hero Of Time. Quite a hell of a title, for sure, but he was sure she would bear it well. Josh had promised her then, that no matter what, he would always be there for her… And remain at her side no matter what.
His mind would suddenly fade back to their fight against the Morpheal… In particular, when it had split into forms that resembled both Josh and Selene. The one in front of Josh had changed.. It began to take the shape of Selene. And once it’s shape was complete, the color began to fill in. It had the same silver locks of hair, those same beautiful eyes that he had many times gazed into. It had the same slender frame, the same face… The same hair, the same body… If he didn’t know any better, it was Selene, through and through.
“W-What?” He let out, stunned for a moment. It was then that he looked over to see a wall between them now, but it was clear… And he could see Selene face to face with something that had taken Josh’s shape. If he didn’t know better than this, he’d have thought it a mirror. But the positions were reversed… They were on the wrong sides of one another. But that Morpheal on Selene’s side had changed, Josh recognized his own long blonde hair, the muscular frame, and those brimming brown eyes that many times had gazed into Selene’s. And just like that, it drew something that resembled Dragon’s Flame, just as the fake Selene would draw something that resembled Selene’s blade. Josh stared at it… He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t strike Selene down. He hesitated, and it attacked… He could feel the searing pain once again as it slashed through his side. And that was when he remembered feeling it… Knowing it… Knowing this wasn’t the woman he cared for so much. Josh pressed his attack, fighting back and forth with this demonic imitation of Selene. He remembered all his emotions coursing through him, but he couldn’t hesitate… No, not again… If he hesitated again, he would be finished.
Finally, his blade would go through the body that resembled someone that he felt so strongly for, and it would collapse, emitting a scream that sounded so much like Selene’s. He would look over, this was the part where he remembered Selene had slain the Fake Josh. He looked over, expecting the clear glass shattering them to fade. It did… But as it did, he saw one thing. The creature had suddenly stabbed the blade through Selene!
“SELENE!” Josh suddenly called out. What? But this wasn’t what was supposed to happen! Selene would collapse to the ground and Morpheal would disappear as Josh tried to run to her side, tears streaming down his face, his heart broken… He’d broken his promise…
Josh would wake up with a start, sitting up in bed. He could feel his heart racing, his breath becoming heavy. But it was what was pouring down his cheeks that concerned him… Tears were streaming down his face. He remembered now… This dream had been happening constantly, but it was like everytime he had it, it was new again, he couldn’t remember having it before… Not until he woke up.
He couldn’t help it. He choked up, breaking down. It felt all too real. Over and over, these dreams kept plaguing him. Dreams of Selene not surviving the events of Morpheal’s Lair. Dreams where he couldn’t protect her, be by her side when she needed him most… Where he couldn’t keep the promise he had made.
That distant promise, made not so long ago…
It reminded him of just how much he cared about the silver-haired maiden. How much she meant to him. And how much he would sacrifice to see her happy, to see her safe.
But why? Why did he feel so strongly? What pulled him in so? These questions ran through his mind, like they always did when these dreams came up… As if they were trying to tell him something.
Perhaps…. He would find out in time. But for now, his resolve was renewed… He would keep his promise.
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Post by Arianna Zephrus on Jan 12, 2015 20:15:38 GMT
Paper Flowers
Frowning as she checked the time for what felt like the hundredth time that night, Arianna resisted the urge to frown as she waited at the gates of Clock Town. She was used to this, but she figured that just this once he would bother to be on time. Blowing an errant strand of her blonde hair away from her eyes, Arianna was starting to lose her patience. It had been a few years since she had become one of the mayor's personal guards and had met Lucien. Unfortunately for her the man was way too sarcastic and secretive for his own good. Constantly over the years she set up small expeditions for them to go on so she could get to know him better. Unfortunately he either declined or was terribly late every time.
Bringing her out of her reverie was the sound of light footsteps reaching her ears. So he actually decided to show his face? Surprisingly enough this was one of the earliest times that the secretive Sheikah had shown up. Swinging her bag around lightly, Arianna practically jumped with joy when she saw the familiar head of black hair come her way. Sometimes she wished that he would let her upgrade his wardrobe, but that was another problem for another day. Sticking a fist up into the air as the female Sheikah jumped into the air, a large grin was practically plastered onto Arianna's face.
"Let's just get this over with. We have a job to do remember?" He was definitely as irritable as she remembered, but she wasn't going to let that ruin her master plan. First things first though, Arianna needed to make sure that she had everything that she needed for this venture. A white bag was strapped over her shoulders. The purpose of which she had never explained when she explained to Lucien why she wanted him to come with her. For the day she had left her weapons behind. The monsters in Termina Field weren't of much concern to her.
"It'll be fun. Come on!" She wasn't going to stand for his attitude today so with a bounce in her step she led the way out of Clock Town. She really didn't know what was on Lucien's mind as she bounced through Termina Field. She never understood the way too calm for his own good and very secretive Sheikah and that was the problem she was currently experiencing. Even the feeling of skirting her way between monsters as Lucien cut them down did nothing to help her problem. Sure he was good with a sword, but what else did she even know about him? Nothing.
Kicking off her shoes once she reached Great Bay, Arianna darted off towards the clear blue water making Lucien double his pace just to keep up with her. Arianna delighted in the grainy feel of the white sand in between her toes as she made her way towards the shore. Vaguely she wondered just what was going on through Lucien's mind. She was sure that he had realized by now that what she had told him to convince him to come with him was a lie. There was no giant monster rampaging the Great Bay and terrorizing the Zoras. It was all just a trick to get him to come with her.
"There's no monster is there? Why are we really here?" It was a valid question after all, but all Arianna did in response was wink and say that it was a secret. Once she reached the water she sat down with just her toes sticking into the tide. Reaching into the bag she had brought along with her, Arianna then pulled out the six paper flowers she had brought along with them. This of course caused Lucien to give her look that screamed "What are you doing, woman?" but she just ignored the look. Of course she planned on actually explaining, but for the moment she wanted to play around with the sarcastic Sheikah.
Pulling out a pen that she had been carrying on her person since morning, Arianna began to write something on the petals of one of the flowers. Lucien attempted to peer over her shoulder, but she blocked his view with her other hand. She didn't want him to know what she had wrote on it. Leaning forwards to place it on top of the water, Arianna gently blew on the paper flower to help set it adrift. Of course Lucien gave her a look which screamed "Did I come here just for that?" but Arianna returned said look with a smile.
"My mom believed that if you write a wish for the future on a paper flower and set it adrift in the ocean your wish will come true. You should try." As she said this she offered one of the flowers to Lucien with her left hand. As Lucien stared at her offered hand with an incredulous look the paper flower she had previously set adrift slowly faded out of sight. Frowning when he stood up completely ignoring her offer, Arianna looked discouraged as Lucien set off to leave. Maybe another day. I was sure this one would get him to open up to me too.
"I'm heading home. You better head back soon before it gets dark," She was sure that she could find out more about him another day.
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Raisara Naiar
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Post by Raisara Naiar on Jan 31, 2015 8:03:28 GMT
X 12. zephyr The small Altar was alight in the sunset. The patterned small stones, tiered in a mysterious way now lost to history, seemed to glow in the orange light that bathed Great Bay. From its resting place on the far edge of a cliff the shimmering sea opened up into the stretching sky, the waves aflame as they bid each other goodbye for a nice and sunny day. Some birds were quaking in the distance, playfully circling around each other and sometimes swirling around some Zora fishermen below, forcing them to wave their hands in annoyance before breaking up with laughter back into the sky. The waves below the cliff advanced lazily towards the rocky crags, barely touching their love-hate friend before receding back to the sea with a moan. A spirited zephyr, however, was just waking up from his nap. It flew around the cliff in high speed, nimbly getting in and out of the stone altar and dispersing some smoking herb burning with glee. He could almost be heard whistling in the delight as he did so, snaking its transparent coil in jeering before gliding off to find another object to play with.
The wind also scattered the long-blue hair of a Zora, kneeling in prayer in front of her family altar.
The Zora was a woman, a mature one, although there were still traces of childish innocence around her closed eyes, around her graceful lips that were busy saying prayers taught to her since birth. She was wearing some sort of blue robe that flew freely in the wind, the kind used by priestess of Water Temple, although in her case it was much more plain and clearly was not a rival in price. Her two hands were clasped in front of her chest, almost unmoving, and even the naughty zephyr had to give up enticing herself to play with, in the end leaving her alone.
When the wind paused in its run, the Zora Woman opened her eyes and slowly stood up. She tidied up the herbs she had burnt around the altar, still smoking, and gathered them neatly in one coral basin. She seemed to be ready to go back home then, after wiping the Altar once more, but it seemed something caught her eye. So instead of walking back, she crept near the cliff and sat on its edge, with the crashing sea under her feet and the limitless sky over her gaze. Soon, she was in a deep contemplation.
Although it did not get her anywhere. Soon another voiced called to her and she turned her head, seeing a figure walked quickly towards the cliff.
“Big Sister! What are you doing up there?”
Smiling, the sitting woman waved and beckoned to the figure to come near her. The figure smiled too, and started to climb up the lean walkway into the cliff where her family Altar stood. She was nearly identical with the sitting woman: same long blue hair, same serene eyes, same lithe limbs that were accustomed to both work and hard-training. Only she was slightly shorter, and her face had none of the mature expression that graced the sitting woman. Hers was instead a more determined one, one which had harder layer and much more confidence in herself. Their smile was almost identical though. A polite, sweet smile that would readily win any hearts, and it was with this smile that the two women greeted each other.
But the sitting woman talked first.
“Good evening, Rainina. Have you done your evening prayer?”
The one called Rainina bowed low before answering, a smile on her sweaty face.
“I was just got back from school! Give me a minute, Big Sister.”
The sitting woman nodded warmly, understanding, while the newly arrived figure loosened up her shawl and dropped it near the altar, along with a sword she carried on her hips. The way she lighted the herbs and kneeled down to prayer, it was clear that the two sisters followed the same teaching. Their movements, too, were almost identical. Both with grace and sureness in their flowing movements.
When it was done, Rainina cleaned up the altar like her sister had done before her, although it was much more rugged. She gave little care, though, as she hurried of to sit on her Big Sister’s side.
The Big Sister arm reached out and hugged her head close. “How was school?”
Rainina cuddled and didn’t fight her Big Sister’s arm, leaning close to her instead and let her head touched her shoulder. She was not more than a year older that herself, yet she had such a motherly aura that Rainina could only find in her own mother. Knowing that Big Sister and Second Big Sister were practically the one she usually met due to their mother’s work, the sitting figure was essentially her mother.
“I will graduate soon, Sister,” she said, also looking far into the reddening sky in front of them, “My teacher said I was one of the best in class! Only that boy Ignatius could stand up to me in a par, and even then I beat him more than he beat me!”
She laughed, and her Big Sister also laughed, albeit more modestly. “I still do not understand why you would enter the Sword School,” Big Sister shook her head, “I would have rather you to study arts, for example, or become a Priestess.”
Rainina’s face lit up and turned to face her Big Sister, “But you have already done that!” she chuckled, “I mean, you and Second Big Sister. Father taught you the Spear the most, and Second Big Sister remember her prayers almost like they are her own names. I wanted to find something different.”
“Admittedly, I do not know my reason first,” she continued, “But after seeing you applied to the Town Guard, I think I have found a reason. I would join the Guard too so you won’t be lonely in your mission, Sis!”
As she said so she smiled a very genuine smile that even Big Sister was dazzled. She returned the smile and hugged her tighter.
“You want this path?” she asked her. A seabird cawed somewhere behind them, “I do this out of necessity you know…”
But then, the younger girl’s face was suddenly swept with sadness that Big Sister knew she had said something wrong. She leaned her head closer to her, her guilt almost palpable in the air.
“I am sorry…” she said in an apologetic tone, “I did not mean it that way. I am happy as the way we are now, as the way I am now. Trust me, Rainina! Rainina? Hey…”
The little girl’s eyes were still distant. “Yes, I know you don’t really like this, Sis. It was out of necessity because the payment’s good. And it was all so you can support our family, and your sisters education…”
The older woman sighed and held her little sister’s hands. The light of sunset shone on their tauted fingers, making them aflame in an orange light. Zephyr returned again, but sensing the sadness, chose to disturb some wild bushed instead.
“I am not sorry about that,” The Big Sister said, “And I think neither should you, Rainina. I…I am happy this way, as long as you are all happy. Hearing you tell me about your school, how you succeed in your swordskill…About your upcoming exam…All of those little things made me happy, because I know you are happy too.”
She smiled, “Please wipe that sad face, would you, dear sister?”
Slowly, Rainina turned and looked up at her sister’s face. From this low angle, shone by the dying sun, her Big Sister looked like the legendary Melusina in her underwater castle, smiling as she granted every earnest wish that troubled Zoras brought to her.
She shook her head and wiped her eyes, “I know. That’s why I want to help you, Sis. I want to make our family happy too! I am the only one in my batch, remember?”
Yes, Big Sister remembered. The first batch was her and her younger sister, which after that came the second, third, and so on. The third batch onwards had at least two or three members in their siblinghood, yet the second batch was troubled, and only one, Rainina, grew into adulthood. She was closer to the first batch in age than to the third, and so naturally took more of their characteristics.
Her Big Sister smiled once more and drew her closer to her arms, “Please do what makes you happy, Rainina. I am happy as long as you are.”
In silence, the two sisters watched the sky darkening, as the Summer Sun finished its last rays. Down below Zora fishermen shouted to each other and some prepared the night hunt, while far over the fast sea a great sprout could be seen, indicating a huge fish was there.
But despite the usual situation, both sisters were slightly uneasy, and so were the fishermen, as evidenced from slight vibrations in their voice.
Because the water below them, the clear sapphire water of Great Bay had recently became murky, and to this evening it still made the fishermen hard to catch fishes, which threatened the whole species’ economy.
“I will go to another mission to Snowhead,” Big Sister said suddenly, breaking the silence, “I would have to escort some members there… I heard Snowhead was also troubled by strange occurences.”
The little sister turned her head lazily, “Snowhead? I never liked that name….After what happened to father on his last trip there…”
But she disentangled herself from her big sister and stood upright, her face facing her. A glint of worry was in her blue eyes.
“Do be careful, Big Sister.”
Big Sister waved her hand.
“I’ve been there on a mission for about six times now. I think it was not very bad. The snow and hard cliffs are annoying…But more than that I think its not a very hostile place, unlike Ikana.”
“Still be careful,” the little sister said obstinately, “I will- I mean- You have to come back in time to see my graduation ceremony! You promised, right?”
Big Sister smiled. “Sure. I would have to see you in Guard Uniform as well! You will look amazing, I am sure.”
Laughing a little to each other, both sisters rose and stood watching the sky turned black. Lights started to flicker from cluster of houses on the far beach. The birds returned to their homes. The wind calmed down, but the zephyr, like the incessant waves still clamored below, liked to play more it seemed. The two sister’s long blue hair fanned outwards, a striking likeness to the ocean waves in which they belonged.
“When we are older and with families of our own,” Rainina suddenly mused, “We still will come back here and enjoy this kind of scenery together, right?”
Big Sister smiled, “Of course, although I hoped the water will be clear by then.”
“Speaking of family,” the younger girl started timidly, “You…would you… -I mean- would you accept that…that man’s proposal?”
She was talking about a very eligible bachelor, one from respected family just like the two sisters, although the man’s family fortune was much luckier than the two women. This man had taken a fancy to Big Sister, and had asked her father for her hand.
Big Sister’s eyes casted downwards, “I don’t know.” She said truthfully, “If that is the best course to do…I-I think I do not have anything against... Although I would left for father and mother to decide.
Rainina chuckled drily. Part-apologizing, part-unsure “But you are quite lucky, right, Big Sister? I mean, you are a very pretty one! I heard many of the boys murmured when you took me to my school one day. They all admired you! Of course, compared to you I-“
But Big Sister leaned forward and landed a kiss on her forehead. Rainina stopped.
“Don’t be like that,” she said patiently, “You are my little sister, and I know how you really are. I tell you, you are one of the kindest and beautiful Zora I’ve ever met. Look at your hair. Its far more beautiful and sparkling than mine. You face took more of mother while I am from father. And you are far more brave and confident that your own big Sister can never catch up to you. Isn’t that so, Rainina?”
Faced with such kind words from such an angelic face, Rainina could only murmur something like “Lies”. But it was clear that she didn’t mean them. Her disposition again became cheery as usual. She held her sister’s hands.
“Promise me you will return safely from you mission, okay, Sister Raisara?”
And her big sister squeezed her hand tight.
“I promise I’ll do my best.”
And as the faded zephyr whirled around the two sisters, the last rays of the sun died as it lighted the conjoined hands. A united hands of two sisters, singing silently in the wind of their bond over time and space. An eternal bond, one that even the zephyr found too beautiful to disturb. The wind died down.
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Post by Nayru on Feb 2, 2015 19:05:16 GMT
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Post by Ignatius Iakoju on Feb 22, 2015 3:34:47 GMT
"Say that to my face!"
On the back of his warhorse, General Ignatius rode into battle with his five hundred zora warriors against the scourge of the north, the gorons. The snow was deep and the ground beneath was frozen and there were many places but where they currently stood was a chosen ground where the ground was in permafrost and the snow was relatively thin across the field. They finally crossed paths with their enemy armed and waiting for the already tired troops. The cannons were in place and as they came into vision the foe began moving against the zora position.
"We've been training our whole lives for this men, fire at will, and aim for their catapults!" The infantry began marching as the cannons began firing and the flaming arrows from the archers began raining on the gorons. Rocks from the goron slingers hit some of the men already and their bodies fell before the battle even started. As the infantries of each army closed in on one another they began to charge. Spears and swords clashed with the stone and coral shields. Ignatius took his mounted men around the side hoping to catch the backs of the goron soldiers before too many noticed. "For the waters!" double swords came down on the thick skinned curs like hell as Ignatius jumped down from his horse. "Where's General Cross? Is he not man enough to show his face to the zora elite?"
"RAUGH!" Ignatius took a boulder sized fist to the side of the head, but still stayed standing. Unbelievable that a goron fighter could pack such force. But he was still ready to fight Allen Cross if he ever decided to come down from the mountain. Blood rolled down his face as he stabbed forward quickly with his swords.
Suddenly it sounded like thunder. Many of the gorons began running back in a v shape, hugging the walls of the valley they were fighting in. "Come back and fight you cowards!" Rocks were flying at them still from the catapults on the other side of the valley. "Shields!" And a wave of steel-solid coral came up over the heads of the zora, Ignatius crouching between two men hiding beneath the shields until the rocks stopped raining on them. One of the boulders crashed down as the soldiers braced themselves with the shields held high, breaking the impact of their projection.
"The fishy scoundrel finally appears, but I see him hiding when I enter the battlefield!" A hoot from the gorons following his words, the general of the troops had joined the fight.
"Say that to my face, dog!"
The gorons began rolling down the mountain at great speed and the zoras charged forward, with the front rows laying their shields forward waiting for the impact of the gorons. Sheathing one of his swords, Iggy picked up a shield from one of his fallen comrades and joined his men in the shieldwall defense. "NAYRU I LOVE YOU!" The spinning soldiers of stone reached Ignatius and his men and clashed into the shields, breaking some of the defenders. Those who survived the charge lifted their shields and threw their spears forward, Ignatius slashing the unworthy foes to the left and right. The cannons were firing over their heads, Ignatius unwilling to let the gorons break their lines.
At last, the generals faced one another. As per their warrior traditions, a circle of empty space was made by the men fighting for the leaders to fight in - an arena of sorts naturally ingrained into the blood of the soldiers watching from their peripheral visions. Ignatius tossed his shield aside and drew his secondary sword to fight his nemesis. The goron general swung his giant hammer, Iggy jumping back swinging both swords hoping to take advantage of the goron's recovery, but he pulled the hammer back like it was a feather and blocked both blades with relative ease, pushing them back via the huge handle. One vertical and one horizontal slash, Ignatius stayed on the offensive. But to no avail - the hero of the gorons swung left and right quickly blocking the attacks, and a third time sweeping Iggy's feet. Iggy fell to the ground, and rolled as the huge mallet broke the ground he was laying on a half second ago. He stood on two bleeding and bruised shins which would permanently debilitate anyone else. "I will not be defeated by the likes of you!", cried the zora as he struck the goron from the side with lightning speed.
The weight of the hammer caused Allen to lose balance, and two blades came for his body again. Opting to drop the hammer, he blocked the swords with this stony fists, rebounding with them unarmed, swinging left jabs and right cross punches at the zora general. "You will never win a fight against me, Ignatius. Take your fishmen and run while you still can."
"Never..."
Using the element of surprise, Ignatius leaned backward with his swords and drove his leg forward in a kick to the side of Allen, temporarily stunning him. "You are but a dog, and I am your master!" He slashed at the unguarded goron, waiting for him to admit defeat, but the kick did not disable him the way it wanted to, it just released some kind of berserker rage and the goron kept fighting after getting up, disregarding his guard.
Ignatius had no choice but to keep on the defensive. He hoped that Allen would become exhausted soon, because the arena the soldiers had given them was not exactly large enough to tactically retreat in. Parrying him from the sides it was all he could do to keep the goron from landing a deathly punch against his cheek.
By the grace of the goddess, the zoras surrounding them began to overrun the gorons, and seeing this, Allen calmed, though just a bit. From his expression you could tell he still wanted Ignatius dead right then and there, but as one of the few gorons who actually could break from berserker rage, he fell back too, back to the hills, as the catapults were broken. But alas, the zoras could not chase them down. Their leader was badly hurt. Still alive, still awake, but he could not go where his horse would not take him - so the zoras too pulled back, small rocks raining down on them from the goron slings.
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Helio Merrows
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Post by Helio Merrows on Mar 2, 2015 16:39:17 GMT
From a scene that refuses to leave my mind 14. knights of shame “…I see.”To the sudden words, spoken in a spur of a moment by the boy, the girl only smiled and gripped his hand tighter. The boy looked down. “Forgive me. I have transgressed the bonds…I-I…”But the girl’s smile only grew wider. She pulled his hand slightly, wrapping it with both of her hands, as another wave caressed their bare feet, gently moving along the warm sands. “…I don’t mind,” she said, half to his eyes and half to the breezing wind, “In fact, I…I thank you.”And to the boy, the shy smile of hers was as sparkling as the vast ocean that spread in front of them, a blue expanse glittering bright under the sun of that lovely summer morning. A pair of sea gulls were flying on the far horizon, their jubilant quawk echoed amongst the waves that never stopped moving. The sky was a clear azure, with thin lines of clouds stationed in an orderly ranks, taking the light of the sun so that the world under did not have to suffer the full brunt of its warmth. On the world were uniform lines of sands and sloshing waves, shaping the beautiful curves of the empty beach, in which the boy and girl stood alone. Amidst the salty breeze their hands were joined, as the girl drew the boy closer to her. His eyes returned. Once again, seeing over the clear crystals of her eyes and the golden threads that made up her hair, swayed by the wind. “Then…”And the girl looked straight at him. A smile inside her twinkling eyes. “Come with me,” she whispered. And she gently led him forward by his hand, drawing him closer toward the sea. And a kind of fleeting sensation filled the boy’s heart as she followed the footsteps of the girl into the edge of the waves. The warm sea was at his ankles, but the only thing he could feel was the warmth of her fingers, gently leading him further into the sea. He saw her figure, a brilliant beacon amidst the blue as if he had never seen her form before. Her face, turned towards the sea. Her shoulders, light and dainty under the hidden sun. Her dress, which now he remembered they had to keep from the waves, but were now submerged under it, breaking the waves as they reached the frills and ribbons soaked wet. And along that the girl looked solely to the sea, only glancing at him at times and smiled as their steps took them further and further into the sea. And now the water had reached his hips. “W-what are we doing?” the boy asked, for the first time realizing their situation. But the girl kept pulling him by his hand. “We are going deeper.”“B-But,” the boy hesitated, feeling the waves lapped on his chest. His tunic was all wet now. “Your Majesty…we might drown..!”Only then did the girl stopped. The sea was as high as her chest now, wetting the edges of her long hairs. “Exactly. Isn’t that what we are doing to ourselves?” And the boy could only see the back of her head, stiff and stern as her face was locked to the vast ocean in front of them. She still held his hand in hers, trailing behind her like a weighting chain, connecting her to another figure whose presence weighed heavily inside her heart. She fell silent. The boy was at a loss. “What…what are you saying?”Sadness was laced on her every words. “If we let this continue…” she said, still refusing to turn facing the boy, “It will be the same as drowning ourselves.”Her fingers on his hand gripped tighter. Holding. Yearning. Reluctant to ever let go. But her free hand, on the other side was loose, was swaying weakly with every waves that came at them. The boy took one step forward towards her. “I-I….”And then the girl turned around, facing the face of the boy which she knew she shouldn’t have faced, staring at those eyes which she knew she shouldn’t have stared at. And the boy also looked on, at her eyes, at her trembling lips, at the two pearly tears that had started to fall down those sacred cheeks. For the first time in his memory, she was crying in front of him. “If we let this continue...,” she resumed, calm and straight despite the sobbing in her breath, “We have to give up on our all. All of our family. Our lives. Our possessions. Our social standings. Our dreams. You have to give up your journey, and your mission. Your quest to be whole again. And I have to give up my kingdom, my peace, my people whose welfare depended on this one occasion. "It is the same as drowning ourselves, here in the deathly embrace of mother sea.”And then she looked straight at him. Private. Pure. A sad smile was on her lips. “Are you prepared to do that?”For a slight moment the boy had wanted to agree. Wanted to nod. To assent. To say yes and affirm and boldly took the girl's hand with him, leading her forward to their fated destiny over the waves. But even as he began to step forward, even as he began to move to prove that he had only this moment, an image from the past flashed on his mind. One day, a long time ago, a lavender-haired woman was bending over him with her eyes in tears, smiling as she draped a cloak around his shoulder and kissed his forehead. “Whatever you do…” she had whispered, “Please come back safely to us…my beloved son.”And another set of images followed, flying in rapid sequence before the boy’s eyes. Two small girls, laughing during their breakfast. Two small girls, having a row while he shook his head and laughed. A small girl, crying beside his bed. A small girl, smiling with a blue flower on her head. A kind-faced man, watching the night sky with him and told him the names of the stars shining above them… On and on the images flew, too fast, too obscure. But as real as reality. And as fast as they came, the images disappeared. Once again was the sad face of the girl, looking straight at him in the middle of the sea in this bright summer morning. The boy hesitated. “I…”Just then, the face of the girl alighted, as if the soul inside had suddenly been released of a heavy burden. The sad smile disappeared, taken by a warm smile with which he had always seen her face before. And her eyes, although still dripping tears, were once again the lustrous jewel he had known and adored. “That answers it.” Then she spun her whole body facing the boy, his hand still in hers. She started to walk back towards the coast. The boy was stunned. “I mean-No..I…”And it happened in a flash. His lips had wanted to move, had wanted to say anything, any reason that could explain and perhaps justify what he had done. But the girl’s lips, wet with tears, was suddenly locked tight onto his, stopping them right in the middle in whatever words they had uselessly tried to form. For a moment, one eternal moment, all he knew was her. Before his mind could have fathomed what had happened, she had pulled back her head. Tears swimming in her eyes. “That is very selfish of me,” she said, eyes downcast, “I did not think of your own being. I am truly, truly sorry...“....Although I myself would have flung in without hesitation.... As long as it was with you.”But there were no anger nor disdain colored the girl’s face. In fact, she had said it with a smile. A relieved smile, a smile as if she was glad that she had told the truth. A smile as if acknowledging the truth had been the greatest happiness that had occurred to her these last few months. And the boy also knew, as he half-heartedly returned her smile, that it was his drive towards the future and her obligations towards the past that had made it all impossible. They, were simply never meant to be. “Let’s go back,” she said, her cheerfulness forcefully returned, “Ah, I have made our clothes wet~ And I think you were telling me stories back then?" she chirped, "You have to continue! Where were us again?”And as the boy mumbled some agreement and smiled in return, he let her hands once again guided him back towards the shore, letting her walk in front of him once again, their fingers connected for the last time. For he knew, she knew, they both knew, that even when these warm hands would never meet each other; even when these fingers had different rings and were too far apart to be holding each other again, the fact that they were once connected, that they were once holding hands, here, now, amidst the gentle waves sparkling in a warm summer morning; That single fact will always connect them both. No matter what happened to them in the future. For them, there will always be the dream where they had walked together into the sea. Fearlessly. *** “Man,” one of the guards groaned three days later, spurring his single horse amidst three hundred or so horses and their riders that made up the royal procession. “Why must we get the most rear position? We won’t see anything this way. Kinghts of Shame, as they said. What do you think, hm? Hey, kiddo. What’s the matter? You’ve been silent?”His friend, a much younger man on a smaller horse, slowly lifted his face from the deep thoughts he was in. “I don’t know…” he answered in a hollow tone, “Perhaps it is better to be the Knights of Shame, after all.”*** “Did you see the royal wedding? Whoa I couldn’t believe the guests brought so many things! Those jewels and all of those ornaments! The kingdom’s rich after all!”“Of course they would. No chance they would dare to displease the king, right? Besides, the Crown Prince had waited for his third bride long enough.”“I see, I see. So, with this the invasion would be called off, wouldn’t they?”“I think so. No reason anymore. Man, but the Princess was sure a beauty.”“She is, she is. But you know, I -and I know I am such a lowly creature as I am- I think the Crown Prince should have looked for another.”“Why? I haven’t seen any woman that could match the greatness of The Crown Prince.”“Well, she would have been the best, if not for a single fact I’ve noticed during the whole wedding.”“What is it.”“Didn’t you see it? She never smiled. Not even once. Wonder what's wrong with her.”***** _____________________________ Scarecrow#7 might shed some light
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