Scarecrow's Challenge #05

[Nador Vakarian]

Using how I started my first quest the Original Post is Here

Termina Field...oh how I longed to finally step foot into this place. Ever since I had heard about the legend of the kingdom that had drowned under the sea because of one the Legend called the "Evil King." I dreamed of one day stepping out into the world for a chance to become a hero. I recently heard about a temple in Woodfall by the name of Woodfall temple, cliche I know but I couldn't help but wonder is their evil seeping out of that temple? If so it was my job as a fledgeing hero to try and stop this evil before its to late.

"Alright Termina Field I've been dieing to get here about damn time!" I shouted to the skys as birds chirped away tin the fast field that was Termina. This had been a land I had lived in my whole life and now I was leaving the safety of Clock Town into the dangerous world of Termina Feild. Who knew what kind of evils lay in wake in this field but I would take them on full speed ahead. I placed an arm over my eyes to block off the sun from blinding me seeing what lied ahead of me, I smirked to myself before speaking towards no one particular.

"So Woodfall is just past that forest area huh?" I asked before slowly stepping down the steps that separated me and the safety of Clock Town and Termina Field. This was it, I was taking the final step from the safety that was my home, I had goosebumps no questioning it but that just made it all the more exciting. My journey into Hero hood as I called it officially began. This was my story and I was going to see it though to the end.

[Nexus S'Urltl]

I'll be doing a new post. Should be fun.



Unhappy Camper 

I really can't understand why this sort of thing always happens. I am starting to understand why they call me unlucky. I had woken up after, what seems to have been, a massive storm on the beach. The night before had been pretty normal; seeing as I couldn't remember much of it. It's always pretty hazy, my memory. You try recalling a day when drowning neck deep in alcohol. I get by with patches of memory here and there, though sometimes I do miss the coherence. At least there are some things that stick properly. I do wish there was -- ah... right. So, I guess I was washed ashore by the storm, which wouldn't be a problem, except that I wasn't on shore, nor was I in a situation easily resolved by rolling off my back. I had been washed into a collection of the nearby palm trees, which really sounds like something out of a comedy stage play, but here I am stuck.

I'm not some scardey cat who can't climb out of a tree.... but it was how I got stuck up here that kept me from getting down. Sometimes during the night I end up completely stripped of my outer clothing and end up in my wetsuit. That was clearly the case today as well as I listlessly hung in this tree. Crossing my arms over my chest I looked do-- up and saw my shadow below on the sands. I was caught, upside down, in the twisted curls of palms. My leg and the fastenings of the back of my wetsuit were nicely twisted against the growing prongs.

What made matters worse was that I currently sat several feet off the ground. Upside down. In my wetsuit. I am ironically thankful that, most days, I am half-starved so I cannot retain a suitable weight that would, as of now, put my at risk of falling to my death. Palm prongs aren't very strong, so with this I say, fuck you Nayru. I dare not move to even flip off the Goddess of the Sea who finds means to torment me every day. I just crossed my arms over my chest and let out a sigh, deigning myself to my fate. I suppose I would have time to just meditate on things. I wouldn't really be able to wriggle myself down well. I was getting sober and my body was still a bit weak from rousing with naught but a belly full of sand and this massive headache from dehydration.

For those of you that say I drink like a fish, really don't understand the irony to your statements. Fuck you too. Sincerely, me. I loved the sea, but she could be a bitch. In all honestly I would have preferred to return to the rivers where I belonged. It was hard living in the ocean. It was getting sicker and sicker every day and I found myself unable to really change it.

I couldn't change anything...shit. Hanging here is depressing.  Looking up-- down, I saw no resolution to this situation. I know that if Caius or Farrah were here they would blatantly add to this situation. Caius, that ignorant git, would probably think to saw the tree down or something while Farrah found excuse to nap, that little shit. Maybe I should just... accept the fact I'm going to dry out up here and become an anchovy. I was not made for this sort of business.

Shit.

So -- I fell asleep. Wake up to find I fell out the tree anyway. Well falling out the tree woke me up. I guess the shade of the tree and the wind just gently pushing my stranded ass lulled me to sleep in the first place. The sand, nearly breaking my neck, woke me just as quick. I would feel that in a few minute and be bruised in a few hours. I sat up to rub my back, but the creaking pops of my bones did well to assure me that no extend of back rubbing would soothe this ache. Patting around the sand I wondered if my clothes were nearby.

To the devil's luck, they were, at least my cloak was. Where the hell are my pants? Sighing once more I pulled the cloak over my back, ignoring the sensation of the granules of sand rushing down my back. Staring off into the ocean I could only mope. I guess I was the quintessential unhappy camper at this point. Might as well go back to sleep. Fuck it.