Post by Iona on Jun 13, 2013 16:43:32 GMT -6
A large spring gurgled through a small meadow in the woods and a sweet sound only slightly lower than a ocarina joined it, smoothly tumbling through complicated arpeggios like the dark water that flowed on through the clearing. A boy emerged from the clearing,playing an intricate wooden flute as long as leg from ankle to hip. His small fingers ran over the hole openings expertly and although it took many breaths and some effort to make it to several of the keys, he was pleased to find that the pauses he had to take to get to some of the notes were getting shorter, his songs were sounding more connected. He paused and promptly swung the leather cord the top end of the flute was tied around a slit just for that and the flute went on to his back. The boy dropped to the ground, as he was thirsty, and threw his long sock cap-like hat off and dumped his entire head into the spring.
A man came from behind a tree quickly and was alarmed. He pulled the boy up and out from the spring by the collar of his tunic and was immediately acquainted with the boy's boot to his stomach and a very solid flute used like a wooden sword to his ribs. He put threw the boy down and clutched at his ribs, gasping and cursing.
"Boy, what manner of creature are you?!" the young man hissed as he struggled for breath and wondered how the boy knew to hit him just right in the chink of his armor he didn't know he had. The child, thoroughly wet, tilted his dark haired head to aside and picked up his long cap.
"You're a guard," the boy noted, his words said over a strange brogue. "And I was thirsty." He had long, thick dark brown hair that was pulled into a tail, but several layers escaped the tail and lay in several cow licks against his head. He didn't have bangs, but the cow licky hair was pushed behind his Hylian ears though some escaped over it. The boy put the cap on his head where it completely hugged his head and hid his hair tail, but didn't go over his ears or keep the hair out of his eyes.
And so the armored man studied the boy, finding nothing else odd about the boy other than he dressed like a Kokiri and was apparently suicidal for a drink of water.
"I am a guard. I am a leader of a unit within the guard, a unit on a special mission,"the young man said once his breath was back. He might as well as ask the boy, he decided. He opened his mouth to speak.
"What's your name?" the boy immediately interrupted and the man cringed slightly at the shrillness of little boy's voice and that strange brogue that he was sure he could cut with a knife. Children really wasn't his thing.
"Telius. Never mind that. What is yours? Where are the other Hylians that live out here, not the Kokiri?" The man could feel that too much time was passing. The boy looked up at the gray sky above the leaves and branches.
"Never mind that. I don't know," the boy mocked in a higher version of the man's deep, husky voice when he looked back down. Telius growled and pulled the boy by the collar and shook him, ignoring his cries.
"What is your name? What is your father's name? What is your brother's name? Where is your home?" He shook the boy with every question and put his face to his. The boy squirmed but didn't buckle with tears like most did. He kept quiet, eerily still in his grip. It rather unsettled him.
"Storm's coming. It will storm," the boy said in a soft voice, as if he was promising him. Telius's eyes widened as he could've sworn the boy's bright hazel eyes flashed a ring of gold around the pupil up at him.
"Sir!" A soldier called as he too emerged from the trees. "We have a location on the dwelling. Should we move in?" The unit leader dumped the boy and drew his sword, making the child freeze in fear, his now golden eyes set on the blade.
"Burn it to the ground," he ordered then turned to the kid. "You know what? I hate kids. Do you know why? Because they--"
There was a low rumble of thunder and suddenly a guard fell into the clearing silently, dead before he hit the ground. Three more fell, arrows in their necks or chests. The unit leader looked around cautiously, ducked slightly.
"There!" he cried and pointed up at a tree as three more guards fell. Many more guards came to the tree and successfully overpowered the form trying to climb up the tree. The person fell out of the tree and crashed to the ground, a youth of twenty or so scrambled up and pulled a dagger out and prepared to throw it at Telius.
"Aed, move!" the older boy warned and the boy crawled away from the leader, but saw the older man smile smugly and nod.
"No! Cadvall!" he shouted in horror, realizing what was happening. The youth lowered his weapon, confused by his brother's protesting, and there was an awful hissing past the boy Aed's ear. An arrow sunk itself into the youth's chest, just under his left collarbone. Aed screamed as his older brother sunk slowly to the ground, a bewildered look of pain on his face.
There was another scream after his. A woman, a tall Hylian woman, dark haired like the boys, burst into the clearing with a large hand-by-hand sword. Guards instinctively sought to stop her, but the slight woman cut the down with surprisingly agility and continued to do so until the remaining guards knocked her blade out of her hands and repeatedly kicked and punched the fighting woman into surrender.
Aed ran out for his mother but the chill of steel on his neck stopped him. Turning and looking up, he met Telius's eyes, his small body shaking with hate. He puckered his mouth and spit as hard as he could at the older man, and watched with some satisfaction as his spittle landed on the man's bearded cheek and into his left eye.
"No, no! No! Please!" begged Aed's mother as she saw the sword come up above her little son's body. She fought and thrashed as hard as she could, but to no avail. The sword fell, its swinging arc down made brilliant by lightning. Thunder rumbled.
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Near Lon Lon Ranch.
A man, shirtless, bloody, ran as fast as he could towards the ranch through the rain. He splashed through the high grass, running oddly, as his hands were tightly bound together. He hobbled and jumped to try to get there faster, blinded by blood from a cut in his forehead running into his eyes and the pouring rain. Lightning flashed and in his haste he didn't see a dip in the land and fell into the grass and mud, his pale back shredded from repeated whipping. He screamed, a wordless, animal like sound of frustration and pain, as leather cords were tied around his head and into his mouth to keep his mouth open. He lay there,exhausted, panting in the mud, but his eyes were wild with rage.
Trying many times to get back up on his feet, he fell repeatedly into the mud, staining the tall grass and mud red. Eventually he got back up on his feet, swaying as he fought for balance, and he finally chanced a look behind him, to the south and east. Behind a curtain of lighter gray clouds, a solitary line of black, black smoke, growing thicker and taller, rose above the green line of the deep forest. The man screamed, doubled over with the effort of the scream and the emotions behind it. He screamed, and screamed until only a hoarse whine would be squeezed out from his throat, his cries being drowned out by the storm's wind and rain.
The man sobbed for air past the leather cords, his body racked and rattling for air. The Hylian forced himself to turn away from the south and to start running again towards the ranch, blood still running from his back and onto his front, where that was even torn from whipping. An elaborate sun tattoo, made in stark black ink contrasted on his pale skin under even all the blood and mud. The man continued to make that odd run towards what he thought was the ranch, barely being able to see from squinted eyes.
Hours, days, what he felt was years later, the man couldn't run anymore. The rain had stopped but the air was hot and humid, bugs latched onto his bleeding person. He stumbled along the grass, unable to see staight, in zigzag paths and he collapsed sideways, and fell onto his back into the grass, his desperate panting from his bound mouth becoming harder, then significantly became slower and softer, as did the bleeding from his wounds. He watched darker storm clouds come across the sky, and probably lastly thought to himself, among other things, that a storm was coming.
A man came from behind a tree quickly and was alarmed. He pulled the boy up and out from the spring by the collar of his tunic and was immediately acquainted with the boy's boot to his stomach and a very solid flute used like a wooden sword to his ribs. He put threw the boy down and clutched at his ribs, gasping and cursing.
"Boy, what manner of creature are you?!" the young man hissed as he struggled for breath and wondered how the boy knew to hit him just right in the chink of his armor he didn't know he had. The child, thoroughly wet, tilted his dark haired head to aside and picked up his long cap.
"You're a guard," the boy noted, his words said over a strange brogue. "And I was thirsty." He had long, thick dark brown hair that was pulled into a tail, but several layers escaped the tail and lay in several cow licks against his head. He didn't have bangs, but the cow licky hair was pushed behind his Hylian ears though some escaped over it. The boy put the cap on his head where it completely hugged his head and hid his hair tail, but didn't go over his ears or keep the hair out of his eyes.
And so the armored man studied the boy, finding nothing else odd about the boy other than he dressed like a Kokiri and was apparently suicidal for a drink of water.
"I am a guard. I am a leader of a unit within the guard, a unit on a special mission,"the young man said once his breath was back. He might as well as ask the boy, he decided. He opened his mouth to speak.
"What's your name?" the boy immediately interrupted and the man cringed slightly at the shrillness of little boy's voice and that strange brogue that he was sure he could cut with a knife. Children really wasn't his thing.
"Telius. Never mind that. What is yours? Where are the other Hylians that live out here, not the Kokiri?" The man could feel that too much time was passing. The boy looked up at the gray sky above the leaves and branches.
"Never mind that. I don't know," the boy mocked in a higher version of the man's deep, husky voice when he looked back down. Telius growled and pulled the boy by the collar and shook him, ignoring his cries.
"What is your name? What is your father's name? What is your brother's name? Where is your home?" He shook the boy with every question and put his face to his. The boy squirmed but didn't buckle with tears like most did. He kept quiet, eerily still in his grip. It rather unsettled him.
"Storm's coming. It will storm," the boy said in a soft voice, as if he was promising him. Telius's eyes widened as he could've sworn the boy's bright hazel eyes flashed a ring of gold around the pupil up at him.
"Sir!" A soldier called as he too emerged from the trees. "We have a location on the dwelling. Should we move in?" The unit leader dumped the boy and drew his sword, making the child freeze in fear, his now golden eyes set on the blade.
"Burn it to the ground," he ordered then turned to the kid. "You know what? I hate kids. Do you know why? Because they--"
There was a low rumble of thunder and suddenly a guard fell into the clearing silently, dead before he hit the ground. Three more fell, arrows in their necks or chests. The unit leader looked around cautiously, ducked slightly.
"There!" he cried and pointed up at a tree as three more guards fell. Many more guards came to the tree and successfully overpowered the form trying to climb up the tree. The person fell out of the tree and crashed to the ground, a youth of twenty or so scrambled up and pulled a dagger out and prepared to throw it at Telius.
"Aed, move!" the older boy warned and the boy crawled away from the leader, but saw the older man smile smugly and nod.
"No! Cadvall!" he shouted in horror, realizing what was happening. The youth lowered his weapon, confused by his brother's protesting, and there was an awful hissing past the boy Aed's ear. An arrow sunk itself into the youth's chest, just under his left collarbone. Aed screamed as his older brother sunk slowly to the ground, a bewildered look of pain on his face.
There was another scream after his. A woman, a tall Hylian woman, dark haired like the boys, burst into the clearing with a large hand-by-hand sword. Guards instinctively sought to stop her, but the slight woman cut the down with surprisingly agility and continued to do so until the remaining guards knocked her blade out of her hands and repeatedly kicked and punched the fighting woman into surrender.
Aed ran out for his mother but the chill of steel on his neck stopped him. Turning and looking up, he met Telius's eyes, his small body shaking with hate. He puckered his mouth and spit as hard as he could at the older man, and watched with some satisfaction as his spittle landed on the man's bearded cheek and into his left eye.
"No, no! No! Please!" begged Aed's mother as she saw the sword come up above her little son's body. She fought and thrashed as hard as she could, but to no avail. The sword fell, its swinging arc down made brilliant by lightning. Thunder rumbled.
.........................................................
Near Lon Lon Ranch.
A man, shirtless, bloody, ran as fast as he could towards the ranch through the rain. He splashed through the high grass, running oddly, as his hands were tightly bound together. He hobbled and jumped to try to get there faster, blinded by blood from a cut in his forehead running into his eyes and the pouring rain. Lightning flashed and in his haste he didn't see a dip in the land and fell into the grass and mud, his pale back shredded from repeated whipping. He screamed, a wordless, animal like sound of frustration and pain, as leather cords were tied around his head and into his mouth to keep his mouth open. He lay there,exhausted, panting in the mud, but his eyes were wild with rage.
Trying many times to get back up on his feet, he fell repeatedly into the mud, staining the tall grass and mud red. Eventually he got back up on his feet, swaying as he fought for balance, and he finally chanced a look behind him, to the south and east. Behind a curtain of lighter gray clouds, a solitary line of black, black smoke, growing thicker and taller, rose above the green line of the deep forest. The man screamed, doubled over with the effort of the scream and the emotions behind it. He screamed, and screamed until only a hoarse whine would be squeezed out from his throat, his cries being drowned out by the storm's wind and rain.
The man sobbed for air past the leather cords, his body racked and rattling for air. The Hylian forced himself to turn away from the south and to start running again towards the ranch, blood still running from his back and onto his front, where that was even torn from whipping. An elaborate sun tattoo, made in stark black ink contrasted on his pale skin under even all the blood and mud. The man continued to make that odd run towards what he thought was the ranch, barely being able to see from squinted eyes.
Hours, days, what he felt was years later, the man couldn't run anymore. The rain had stopped but the air was hot and humid, bugs latched onto his bleeding person. He stumbled along the grass, unable to see staight, in zigzag paths and he collapsed sideways, and fell onto his back into the grass, his desperate panting from his bound mouth becoming harder, then significantly became slower and softer, as did the bleeding from his wounds. He watched darker storm clouds come across the sky, and probably lastly thought to himself, among other things, that a storm was coming.