Post by Iona on Nov 25, 2013 22:48:40 GMT -6
Honestly, I love this composer and this song and its sister, but i think it simply fits for this part! Please do listen to it!
There was a large break in the trees, a sort of secluded meadow in a part of The Lost Woods that was very different from the part most known. Shrouded in almost completely in mist, plagued by bouts of rain, these giant trees stretched higher than the human neck will allow the head to tilt back; it was probable that nobody, Hylian or otherwise, have ever seen the tops of these trees. Giant roots, some as expansive as normal trees were long and taller than some buildings, reigned on the ground, covered in moss and lichens that were of normal color and others that were surprisingly neon.
This was an ancient place, not just the clearing, but the entire forest. Time rung in the absolute silence of it all, the air heavy with the mist and dank air that have been recycled through the ages and that never touched more than a few beings' lungs. The few that have accidentally wandered into these woods claimed that they heard voices singing as though in a countless choir, snatches of glorious song sung in complex harmony or the single falling note of tenor voice, but never word uttered, sung or said, and never a being in sight. To the few that have told of the place throughout the centuries, this place as been called The Old Wood, the Singing Forest...
"...The Eld Forest." A man said, wearing a thick dark blue cloak against the harsh chill of the cold and damp of the place. He had long jet black hair tied together by a gray ribbon at the base of his neck, the cloak hood making the hair fall to his shoulder. He was not a young man, but there was an agelessness to him that transcended the ability to give him a typical age. He seemed eternally forty years old, but appeared much older, and younger than that. He shifted on his spot on a massive root of a tree, his back against the rising of another root branch.
He smiled down at the clearing, hardly bigger than the space of an intimate, enclosed bar and seemed to speak to it and beyond it, to the Forest, the world. His piercing black eyes traveled over his eternal domain as he stood up with surprising grace although he withdrew a cane from his cloak to keep him balanced.
"Where to start?" He asked out loud in a voice of normal volume but that was effortlessly amplified to be an interesting and casual stage voice. His eyes scanned the empty clearing. "One should never fret how to begin," he said, nodding to his words, "Because in fretting how to begin, one has actually, though hesitantly, began though they appear uncertain." The man then was quiet, as if considering his words, and in his concentration, frost crept from the soles of his black leather boots to down the bark of the roots of the tree, though the tree seemed in affected by it.
A beautiful ringing chord, as glorious as though a ray of sunlight had burst into the clearing sounded, perfectly tuned from the lowest to the highest of voices. Although it sounded very close, the man gave no heed to it. The intricate tattoo of a sun was on his neck, the very center of the sun rising and falling with his pulse. He gave the forest another panning scan, and continued.
"Perhaps you may have heard of this story before. Most of you haven't, although a very select few, know know exactly how it begins."The man stated then gave a very direct look into the center of the clearing, his eyes, like flecks of ice, honing on on you, yes, you the reader, until one could see the vastness of his wise gaze, the knowledge behind it dizzily much like that of the Goddesses although he was very god-like himself...
He broke the second long stare and chuckled, a warm sound. Two alto voices of the unseen choir gave a gentle, bubbling note themselves. Then the man's face broke into complete seriousness as, much like a stage performer, he cleared his throat and looked beyond the clearing, even the trees.
"Iona Solas and her companion happily romped through the massive forest, coming upon a clearing." He smiled briefly, then continued."They looked completely out of place as a Zora in the Goron Village might. For the girl was dressed in the uniform most Gerudo women wear but the color of hers was a dark green as opposed to the typical purple and trimmed in gold. Yet, unlike the Gerudo, her hair was as black and shiny as a raven's wing. Her large amber eyes took in the rich surrounding greenery with the curiosity and naivete of a six year old on a holiday. Her companion, a nine foot long Eagle Snake, a rare and intelligent species of snake that eats eagles, was perhaps the first snake to see the Lost Woods".
The man continued on, his voice rolling out into the silence of the woods, unraveling a story until now, although just as special and unique as each individual's, finally explained a much fated being that has previously gone through without any explanation, though the actions of that person cannot be logically explained...
There was a large break in the trees, a sort of secluded meadow in a part of The Lost Woods that was very different from the part most known. Shrouded in almost completely in mist, plagued by bouts of rain, these giant trees stretched higher than the human neck will allow the head to tilt back; it was probable that nobody, Hylian or otherwise, have ever seen the tops of these trees. Giant roots, some as expansive as normal trees were long and taller than some buildings, reigned on the ground, covered in moss and lichens that were of normal color and others that were surprisingly neon.
This was an ancient place, not just the clearing, but the entire forest. Time rung in the absolute silence of it all, the air heavy with the mist and dank air that have been recycled through the ages and that never touched more than a few beings' lungs. The few that have accidentally wandered into these woods claimed that they heard voices singing as though in a countless choir, snatches of glorious song sung in complex harmony or the single falling note of tenor voice, but never word uttered, sung or said, and never a being in sight. To the few that have told of the place throughout the centuries, this place as been called The Old Wood, the Singing Forest...
"...The Eld Forest." A man said, wearing a thick dark blue cloak against the harsh chill of the cold and damp of the place. He had long jet black hair tied together by a gray ribbon at the base of his neck, the cloak hood making the hair fall to his shoulder. He was not a young man, but there was an agelessness to him that transcended the ability to give him a typical age. He seemed eternally forty years old, but appeared much older, and younger than that. He shifted on his spot on a massive root of a tree, his back against the rising of another root branch.
He smiled down at the clearing, hardly bigger than the space of an intimate, enclosed bar and seemed to speak to it and beyond it, to the Forest, the world. His piercing black eyes traveled over his eternal domain as he stood up with surprising grace although he withdrew a cane from his cloak to keep him balanced.
"Where to start?" He asked out loud in a voice of normal volume but that was effortlessly amplified to be an interesting and casual stage voice. His eyes scanned the empty clearing. "One should never fret how to begin," he said, nodding to his words, "Because in fretting how to begin, one has actually, though hesitantly, began though they appear uncertain." The man then was quiet, as if considering his words, and in his concentration, frost crept from the soles of his black leather boots to down the bark of the roots of the tree, though the tree seemed in affected by it.
A beautiful ringing chord, as glorious as though a ray of sunlight had burst into the clearing sounded, perfectly tuned from the lowest to the highest of voices. Although it sounded very close, the man gave no heed to it. The intricate tattoo of a sun was on his neck, the very center of the sun rising and falling with his pulse. He gave the forest another panning scan, and continued.
"Perhaps you may have heard of this story before. Most of you haven't, although a very select few, know know exactly how it begins."The man stated then gave a very direct look into the center of the clearing, his eyes, like flecks of ice, honing on on you, yes, you the reader, until one could see the vastness of his wise gaze, the knowledge behind it dizzily much like that of the Goddesses although he was very god-like himself...
He broke the second long stare and chuckled, a warm sound. Two alto voices of the unseen choir gave a gentle, bubbling note themselves. Then the man's face broke into complete seriousness as, much like a stage performer, he cleared his throat and looked beyond the clearing, even the trees.
"Iona Solas and her companion happily romped through the massive forest, coming upon a clearing." He smiled briefly, then continued."They looked completely out of place as a Zora in the Goron Village might. For the girl was dressed in the uniform most Gerudo women wear but the color of hers was a dark green as opposed to the typical purple and trimmed in gold. Yet, unlike the Gerudo, her hair was as black and shiny as a raven's wing. Her large amber eyes took in the rich surrounding greenery with the curiosity and naivete of a six year old on a holiday. Her companion, a nine foot long Eagle Snake, a rare and intelligent species of snake that eats eagles, was perhaps the first snake to see the Lost Woods".
The man continued on, his voice rolling out into the silence of the woods, unraveling a story until now, although just as special and unique as each individual's, finally explained a much fated being that has previously gone through without any explanation, though the actions of that person cannot be logically explained...