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The hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows.
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POSTED ON Mar 13, 2021 10:05:19 GMT
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Post by Marianne de Hyrule on Mar 13, 2021 10:05:19 GMT
2. Goodbye
“Don’t just stand there, young lady. Come closer.”
Little Marianne de Hyrule, hiding under the shade of a large tree, tilted her head in confusion. She looked behind her, and around. There were people on the far side of the streets and a few more a bit to the side of the two-story house, but there was no doubt as to whom the beautiful lady was speaking to.
Her eyes were staring straight at her own.
Apparently seeing the confusion of the red-cloaked little girl, the beautiful woman chuckled.
“Oh, don’t be afraid like that~ Come closer, dear. I won’t bite.”
Her voice was wonderful. Soothing, as soft as a satin yet with the strength of unbending iron. It elicited a warm feeling inside Marianne, feelings she did not know how it appeared. Warmth…. Encouragement…. Trust. The beautiful lady lying on the bed on the other side of the opened window managed to give Marianne those feelings just by her simple invitation.
Marianne’s small legs moved, unafraid anymore. She was barely as tall as the window on the woman’s bedroom, so it was only her hooded head and her shoulders which appeared, her silver eyes staring uneasily at the smiling woman.
And so, separated by an open bedroom window, Marianne came face to face with her father’s sister, the beautiful woman in the picture.
A reassuring smile once again spread on the woman’s face. She tilted her head a little to the side.
Beautiful….
“I’ve noticed you standing there ever since my daughter came to pick up her lunch. Are you lost, dear? Where are your parents?”
Marianne shrank. She had been outed. The woman seemed to know also that the young girl had followed her daughter, the mailwoman, home. She remembered the story about the Kokiri thief who liked following people in secret, and that her mother said that it was a bad thing to do.
“Umm….”
It was when she shifted her feet uncomfortably that the brooch clasping her hood glinted in the afternoon sun. The ruby brooch, engraved with the symbol of Hyrule Royal Family.
The woman’s eyes widened.
“Wait… What is your name, little darling? Tell me, dear. Don’t be afraid~”
She was afraid, to be honest. Still she automatically replied when asked what her name was, as had been drilled in her head since she was very little.
“M-my n-name Ma-Marianne… Marianne de Hyrule. Princess of Hyrule… . P-pleased to meet y-you….”
She also almost did the customary curtsy, but stopped short before her forehead hit the windowsill.
And for some reason, the beautiful woman’s smile grew even wider.
“Don’t tell me…. Are you perhaps Daphnes- sorry. King Daphnes el Hyrule’s daughter?”
Marianne shrank even further inside her small frame. The beautiful lady seemed to know her father? Not only that, the way she spoke her father’s name seemed to be from someone who was intimately familiar with him….
“Y-yes. King Daphnes is m-my father… .“
And to her surprise, the woman’s laughed. Really laughed. Marianne was in awe at the transformation of her face. She had looked a little down before. Sick perhaps. But now light seemed to return to her face full force and her body, propped up against the bed’s head and with blanket covering her from below her chest, seemed ready to sprang forth with joy, out of the confines of her bed.
In Marianne’s mind there appeared an image of a springy doe, only stayed still because she was sick, but would be ready to roam the forest once more on her agile legs once she was healthy again.
“Daphnes’ daughter!” the woman exclaimed, still laughing mirthfully, “Goddesses above! I’ve never thought this day will come!”
But immediately her face looked concerned. She turned towards Marianne again.
“But what are you doing here, sweetheart? Were you separated from your escort? I say. If that is the case….”
Marianne feet shifted uncomfortably.
“Umm…. Father is coming to Ter-Ter-Ter… umm….”
“Termina,” the woman said, smiling softly.
“Termina.” Marianne nodded, “Father is coming Termina and… and he let me come with him and… and… “
“And you sneaked away when he was busy to see the town for yourself?”
There was an understanding, almost impish, grin on the beautiful woman. Her eyes glinted with excitement. An adventurous spirit, Marianne realized.
Beautiful….
Marianne lowered her head.
“Y-yes, Ma’am…. I am sorry.”
Once again, the woman let out a soft chuckle. And once again, her voice alone filled Marianne with warmth and courage. No, the air said, she did not have to be sorry. Here was perhaps another soul who shared her habit of sneaking away where they don’t belong.
“Oh, you don’t have to apologize to me, little darling,” she giggled, “I am the last person who has the right to tell a royal not to slip away and follow their own adventures. Even so-“ She straightened her shoulders, although her eyes were still as kind as before, “-I guess I have to try and be a responsible aunt for once, huh?”
Her eyes stared directly at Marianne. Marianne flinched.
“Marianne, don’t sneak away by your own like that. Your guards are there to protect you, you know.... Don’t see them as bad people. They have their reasons not to let you go anywhere you please. It is… dangerous outside and you can get hurt. When you are hurt, you will make your parents sad.
You don’t want to make your parents sad, do you, Marianne?”
Her tone was unlike any tone Marianne had heard before. It was like her father’s but far more gentle. Also a little like her mother’s, but certainly more commanding. It was a tone which Marianne felt she would obey no matter what.
Marianne’s gaze fell even lower. To her shoes now.
“N-no... . I don’t like make father and mother sad, Ma’am. I-I am sorry….”
The beautiful woman’s gave immediately softened. She raised both her hands, as if wanting to embrace Marianne but was prevented by the confines of her bed and her bedroom.
“Now. Now. Don’t feel too bad yourself, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong, little darling. Really.” A smile. “Just remember not to sneak away too often, okay? Marianne? Once or twice is okay, but you have to be very, very careful. And always return before dark.”
“Y-yes… Ma’am. T-thank you.”
Once again, the beautiful woman let out a soft chuckle.
“Aren’t you a delightful little girl~” she cooed, and as confused as Marianne was she could feel that there was a lot of love from the beautiful woman towards her. “None of my children are as obedient as you, I think. Well, except Selene perhaps. But she has her wild streak, too. Not that I complain. They say apples don’t fall far from their trees~
Oh, and Mari –can I just call you Mari? Marianne is a bit mouthful- don’t stare at your feet when you defend yourself. Raise your chin and look at me straight in the eyes, like a good Royal should.”
No one had ever called her Mari before, except her mother. Immediately Marianne raised her head, looking at the beautiful woman’s face. She was smiling.
Beautiful….
“That’s better.” She nodded approvingly. “Oh, look. You have such a pretty face, aren’t you, sweetheart? Hmm... But now that you are here, would you mind answering a few questions from this frail, lonely woman before you return?”
She was joking. Of that Marianne was sure. Though she couldn’t shake the thin feeling of bitterness in her words.
“Y-yes, Ma’am.”
“I love you already. Too bad you cannot get close to me or I would have hugged you. Now, who is your mother, dear?”
“Umm…T-the Queen of Hyrule….”
“Oh, I know~” The beautiful woman rolled her eyes, although it seemed more directed at herself than Marianne. “I meant- your mother’s name.”
“Umm… Celeste. Celeste de… Hyrule?”
The beautiful woman’s face exploded with joy. Even Marianne could not help feeling happier, although she did not know why. Her happiness felt almost infectious.
“Celeste!” The woman’s laughter rang, and once again Marianne felt the familiar warming sensation radiating from her, “I’ve always said they were perfect for each other! Well now, Daphnes can’t ask for a better queen. They must have looked radiant on their wedding day.... Ah, Celie, Celie, I wish I can congratulate her myself... .”
She shook her head. “If only… . If only….”
And she seemingly fell to reminiscence. Once again, Marianne shifted uncomfortably outside the window, unsure of what to do.
The beautiful woman’s gaze stared back at Marianne. She tilted her head.
“Looking at you, dear, honestly I would have thought another- But our ancestor King Riordan did have black hair and all, so perhaps it reappeared on you~”
Marianne did not know what to make of it, so she simply nodded.
“How are Daphnes and Celeste, love? Are they well?”
“Yes…. Father and Mother are in perfect health. T-Thank you, Ma’am”
The curve on the beautiful woman’s lips showed that she was amazed how impeccably mannered the little princess was. She nodded approvingly.
“I pray for their health and longevity…. By any chance, darling, do you know someone –well, a noblewoman I guess- by the name of Ursula? Ursula von Brandt?”
Marianne could feel herself tensed up. Her mentor.
“Y-yes, Ma’am. I do….”
“How is she?”
“She is well, Ma’am. Lady von Brandt teach me magic….”
“She teaches you magic?” For a moment there was a genuine surprise on the beautiful woman’s face. Marianne tilted her head. “But her affinity is- Are you…?”
But it did not last long. The beautiful woman promptly shook her head. Her smile, which had eased Marianne’s heart before, returned.
Beautiful….
“Nothing. Nothing. I am sorry, dear. So, uh… Ursula teaches you magic. That is good news! Make sure you learn a lot from her, Mari. She is a wonderful teacher.”
Marianne nodded, finding no reason to disagree.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
For a while the beautiful woman stared at her, scrutinizing her face closely. Marianne started to feel uncomfortable again, though she was glued to her place as if pulled towards the woman’s magnetic personality.
And after a while, the woman chuckled. Marianne’s eyes lifted.
“You have questions of your own, don’t you?” Her voice was warm, encouraging. “You look confused from the start. I am sorry I asked you so many things so suddenly.
Go on Mari, little dearie, ask away anything you want~”
Now, more than ever before, Marianne felt really, really, really uncomfortable. The beautiful woman’s encouraging voice, which had easily calmed her doubts and encouraged her to open up, suddenly felt like an inviting trap.
Marianne gulped. Her eyes shifted around, unsure.
But there was indeed one question which she had been dying to ask. Ever since she came face to face with her father’s sister, separated by an open bedroom window; the beautiful woman in the picture.
“M-ma’am…” she started, her lips suddenly became dry, “F-father told me that… that you… umm….”
“Are dead?”
The casualness of the beautiful woman’s tone jolted Marianne. She stared at the beautiful woman again, who was smiling towards her.
Beautiful….
Marianne’s cheek flushed red. “Yes…. Dead….”
For the only time in their conversation, the beautiful woman let out a sad sigh.
“Unfortunately, I am not sure you will understand the real answer, little Mari. Just heed my words as for now: in this world, nothing is as it appeared to be. Not even the dead.”
She was right. Marianne did not understand a word. But the little girl reflexively nodded anyway, like she had always done before.
“Yes, Ma’am…”
Apparently picking up the dismay in Marianne’s voice, the woman continued, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, You will understand. In time. Honestly, I haven’t known you for long but I can tell that you are very smart! You will be a great asset to Hyrule one day, Mari. Of that I have no doubt.”
A great… asset? To Hyrule? Marianne could not believe her ears. Except for her parents she was merely an abomination. An object of scorn and ridicule. That, and nothing more.
She was… smart?
Marianne hung her head, unable to answer.
Which somehow made the beautiful woman sad too. Her eyebrows raised in surprise.
“Dear me. They treated you badly, didn’t they? The other nobles?”
Her expression had softened to the point of pity. Marianne still held her little head, unable to agree or disagree with the beautiful woman’s declaration. The nobles, yes. But moreso their children, Marianne’s classmates. And always, always beyond what her parents knew. And never did Marianne dare to bring any of them up even if-
“Mari?”
Marianne blinked. Before she realized it she had spaced out this whole time.
She shook her head.
“No, Ma’am. Everyone… everyone in the castle love me and-and treat me kind.”
It was the mantra of her mother, which she always said to her and which Marianne took to heart.
The beautiful woman watched Marianne for a while, her expression unreadable
Before letting out another sigh.
“Listen, Mari, sweetheart.” And Marianne perked up, eager to listen to anything the beautiful woman had to say. “I am no seer. And I am certainly unable to see into the future. But people say I have a good intuition. And from what I have read of you, I know you will grow up to be a strong woman one day. The princess that Hyrule needs.”
She was smiling wholeheartedly now, and Marianne could not help but feel a little overwhelmed by her expression alone. The woman was so full of spirit, so full of compassion that it felt wrong to see her being confined in bed like she was now.
Beautiful….
“You will face trying times. Difficult times. But you must never give up, Little Mari. Sometimes… sometimes you’ll feel that you are alone. But trust me. You never are. Learn to accept other people’s help, and help them in turn. Stay strong. For as long as you are strong, Hyrule and her people will grow strong with you.”
She smiled. “That is what I believe, at least.”
Marianne did not know what to make of the beautiful woman’s words. Yet, even though she did not understand half of it, the words filled her with strength and determination. As if, in that one strange afternoon, for the first time Marianne met someone whose life mirrored her own, and who had triumphed and received what she wanted in the end. This was someone on the finish line, speaking to someone who had just started the race.
Marianne was holding back tears.
“T-thank you, Ma’am…. Thank you….”
The beautiful woman smiled.
“You are welcome, dear. You are welcome.”
There was silence for a while as Marianne gulped, trying to find her voice. The beautiful woman for her part seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, pondering of things Marianne could only guess of.
Finally, Marianne cleared her throat.
“Ma’am… are you sick?”
“My, my. Is it that obvious?” The beautiful woman pouted, though her eyes glinted playfully. “Yes, Mari. I am a little under the weather today. But I’d sure hope I’ll walk again soon-ish. I like being in the open, you know~”
Marianne nodded.
“H-have you take your-your medicine, Ma’am?”
When Marianne fell ill, her mother always gave her medicine. This was a simple truth to the little girl.
The beautiful woman chuckled.
“Goddesses, you are such an endearing child. Yes, yes I have, sweetheart. I am waiting for its effect to come. Thank you for worrying about me.”
“You have to believe in the medicine or-or the effect will not be…” Marianne continued, a little bold. “When I am sick, mother always have me clasped my hands like this-“ and she clasped both of her hands in front of her chest, closing her eyes, “-and think, umm, think really hard that… that it will chase away all the bad things and I will be healthy again. And then I sleep and then I won’t be cold again….”
She opened her eyes. “But you have to really, really believe. M-mother said that….”
Another smile spread on the beautiful woman’s face. She put her own hands over her chest, her white fingers intertwined like silver threads.
“Thank you, dear. I’ll do it like you showed me to.
...Will you pray for my health, little Mari?”
“Mm!” Marianne nodded quickly, “I will pray for your health, Ma’am. Y-You are a good lady.”
The beautiful woman chuckled again.
“A good lady…. Yes, I can live with that, I guess. Thank you, Mari.”
Then she glanced towards the sky. The sun had begun its descent towards the west.
“You better get going, Mari, dear. Or your guards will panic when they realize their princess is missing.”
Marianne stepped back and, this time, did a curtsy properly, without almost hitting her head. The beautiful woman let out a small laughter at the cute sight being presented.
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for having me.”
“It is I who should thank you, little sweetheart. You’ve brought a little joy to my boring days~
Oh, before you go. Mari, do you keep your promises?”
A strange question, but Marianne knew exactly what to say. She nodded.
“Yes, Ma’am. Mother said it is very bad to break promises.”
“Hehe. Of course Celeste will say that~”
She stared directly at Marianne now. But Marianne did not feel fear like before. This beautiful woman, for reasons unknown, had won her complete trust.
She inhaled.
“Then, I want you to promise me this, Mari. Promise me: that you will never tell anyone that you have met me. Not your father. Not your mother. No one. Do not tell anyone that you have ever met me.”
There was a strange glint in the beautiful woman’s eyes, though her smile was as inviting as always. Marianne’s eyebrows raised.
“N-no one? Not anyone?”
The woman nodded. “Not a single soul. And never come looking for me again, even if you can. And don’t send any letters, either. I want you to pretend that this meeting never happened.”
The woman… was dead serious. Marianne gulped.
“Why... Ma’am…?”
“For… reasons. I want you to promise, Mari. That is all.”
Their eyes met. For a moment Marianne was dumbfounded, unsure.
Then she slowly, unsurely, nodded.
“Yes, Ma’am. I promise. On-on my name and my family’s… name.”
The beautiful woman was delighted.
“Spoken like a true princess,” she praised, before continuing, “One day, Mari –I don’t think you’ll ever meet them, but who knows- you may meet my children. When they come to you and you can help them, please do help them. I am sure they will help you in turn when you are the one who come to them. They are all helpful in nature.” A sigh. “Just like their father.”
Little Marianne failed to grasp the meaning behind that sigh. She could only nodded again.
“Who are your… children, Ma’am?”
The beautiful woman smiled mysteriously.
“You will know when you meet them. Now, off you go, sweetheart. You must not make Daphnes worry about you so! I pray a bright and happy future for you and your family. Especially for you, Mari, dear.”
Marianne nodded dutifully.
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you, Ma’am.” And she had started to walk several steps before she turned around looked sat the beautiful woman once more.
The beautiful woman was watching her. But she looked… different. Frail and weak. As if the light of life which had had burned so brightly before was gradually dimming.
But when she realized Marianne was staring at her again, the beautiful woman’s face lit up once more.
“Yes, dear?”
“Ma’am. Is this…goodbye?”
The beautiful woman nodded without hesitation.
“Yes, sweetheart. This is goodbye.”
“We will, umm… we will never meet… again?”
“No, Mari. We won’t.”
There was a little sadness on the beautiful woman’s face as she said those words. And it turned out, Marianne was sad, too. Suddenly she felt the urge to cry, though she did not understand why.
“T-then, g-goodbye, Ma-Ma’am. *sniff* May H-Hylia bless y-you… a-always.”
“And may Hylia bless you too, little Mari. Farewell.”
Unable to contain the strange and sudden feelings welling in her chest, Marianne nodded and turned around. Soon she darted along the road of Southern Clock Town, her crimson cloak flapping behind her like a mourning flag in the wind.
The next moment, she was gone.
Theia slumped back into her pillow, breathing heavily. At that time there was a sound on the front door and footsteps coming closer towards her bedroom. The door opened.
“Mum?” The head of Eos, her youngest daughter appeared from door. Eos, her most beautiful child and the strongest in spirit. Yet also the one she worried for most. “I saw a child in red running away from the direction of our house. Did something happen?”
Theia smiled, “Oh, just a lost child asking for direction, sweetheart. I wish I could escort her myself, but I- well….” She shrugged. “But I have no doubt she will be okay. She’s a smart girl.”
She beckoned for her daughter to come closer to her. Eos complied, and threw her arms around her mother in a hug. Theia’s soft kiss landed on the schoolgirl’s forehead.
“How’s school today?”
“Nothing interesting.” Eos replied in a nonchalant tone, “Mum, Mum. Listen. Everyone is having that new pencil case with Indigo-Go’s motif. Can I have one, too, Mum? Pleeease. Lisa and Eimi all have them and I am the only one who don’t!”
Theia’s eyebrows raised in worry.
“I don’t know, dear…. Try talking to your sister later this evening? Oh, right. The peddler brought us fresh pumpkins this morning. And very cheap! I bought a few on the kitchen. Would you help me prepare dinner today, dear?”
Eos jumped and kissed her mother on the cheek.
“Sorry, Mum. Astra asked me to come with his friends to the lighthouse tonight. Apparently, the Zoras are doing some kind of procession and we are going to watch it! I’ll dine out tonight so you don’t have to worry about me. See you later, Mum! Love you!”
And so she hurried along to her room. Dresses to choose. Makeup to wear. How should she style her hair tonight Oh! Eos was a very busy girl!
Left alone in her room, Theia answered weakly.
“Yes. See you later, sweetheart….”
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This is her, isn’t she? Theia’s daughter.
Yes, Princess Marianne has never forgotten that encounter with the beautiful woman in the picture. She has kept her promise and haven’t told a single living soul, but she never forgets that woman. That beautiful woman, whose voice alone seems to radiate courage and hope. Whose face lit up like the first sunrays of spring.
This woman in front of her is the splitting image of that woman. No… not an exact image. This woman’s features is a little rougher, harder on the eyes. All the factors of that breathtaking beauty of the woman in bed is there, yet for some reason they do not give the same effects. The woman in the bed was like an idealized picture, made to impress. This woman in front of her is like a pictograph, less flattering and more real.
And she keeps staring at her feet as she answers Marianne’s question.
“And don’t stare at your feet when you defend yourself,” she chides Selene. “Raise your chin and look at me straight in the eyes like a Roy- like an honest citizen should.”
‘Worry not, Aunt Theia. I will help your children. Even if I have to face my own noble in court for doing so!’
‘Worry not, Aunt Theia. I will help your children. Even if I have to face my own noble in court for doing so!’
***
Note:
Whew it took the better part of the day This is my take on Theia de Hyrule, Helio, Selene, and Eos's late mother. I took the established fact that she has a strong enough personality "to drag the dour Ursula on her first and only adventure" and went from there. She is a little impish like Helio, sweet like Selene, and a little bossy like Eos. I hope I did her justice!
On a meta level, this is sort of goodbye for Theia, who did not manage to see her son again because of me My apologies, Ma'am....
Whew it took the better part of the day This is my take on Theia de Hyrule, Helio, Selene, and Eos's late mother. I took the established fact that she has a strong enough personality "to drag the dour Ursula on her first and only adventure" and went from there. She is a little impish like Helio, sweet like Selene, and a little bossy like Eos. I hope I did her justice!
On a meta level, this is sort of goodbye for Theia, who did not manage to see her son again because of me My apologies, Ma'am....
LAST EDIT: Mar 13, 2021 11:14:09 GMT by Marianne de Hyrule
gss 002 • one-shots
POSTED ON Mar 13, 2021 12:28:14 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2021 12:28:14 GMT
Be a Dark Horse in a world of show ponies. |
9. Shake it Off
Malik has always been a fighter, from day one he's always been a fighter. He was much too large as a newborn, almost too large for his mother to handle. They both were weak, his tiny lungs struggled to draw air as did his mothers, but she shook it off and his family surrounding him worked on him the best they could with what they had. They were poor, they couldn't afford a doctor, but as they fussed over the larger than normal newborn, Malik shook it off. With a pathetic whimper and coughing, he shook it off and cried.
Malik had always been a fighter, as he grew, he knew to shake it off. Including being the one that, even at a young age, towered over the rest of the kids. He grew much too fast, and he wasn't too big of a talker. The other kids not in their family laughed at him, took advantage of his silence as they were playing outside. Coconut tree, he would be called. Freak. He couldn't reply, the words caught in this throat but he shook it off and pushed them over.
Malik had always been a fighter, he continued to grow and grow and grow. He was well over the rest of his family member his age, and they weren't catching up. The family had always been a short one, which was why Malik had to learn to shake it off and duck every time he hit his head on the doorways...
Malik had always been a fighter, and as he moved on to become a known fighter, he took hits. He shook them off, each one, and hit back. He grew as a fighter, and grew and grew. Taller than most fighters his age, he fought to earn money for his impoverished family and fight he did. Every hit he took, he learned to shake it off.
Malik had always been a fighter, but even the greatest fighters lose. He took a hit, and another hit, and another. He landed hits, then finally, he took a hit. A mighty strike, empowered by Din magic sent him reeling with a sickening crack and his world was sent flying.
His stomach spun.
Shake it off.
He couldn't as he threw up and blackness snapped to take his vision.
He couldn't shake it off.
Malik was a broken fighter, and his family wept. Such a young age, sixteen. A mother doing her best to hold herself strong as they used what magic they could in their family to stitch his wounded skull. He couldn't shake off the darkness. He laid still, face swollen, family crying as a gentle hand of a loving sister laid over his chest, feeling the shallow breaths her baby brother drew. The darkness clung to him, hooks set deep into him as the light of his father, brothers and aunts traded off trying to push the hooks from him. He doesn't remember shaking off the darkness, he doesn't remember his screams startling his family and bringing his mother to tears as she tried to ease the pain.
Malik laid a broken fighter, his mother's hands raw from foraging devil's claw. The mages of the family running themselves dry trying to keep him going. He doesn't remember when he shook it off. He doesn't remember mother breaking into tears upon seeing the blood red eye when he could finally open it. He doesn't remembering shaking it off as his mother gently cupped his broken skull, red eye fading white with time. No longer the beautiful hickory brown they remembered it as. Sometimes, you couldn't shake it all off.
Malik struggled, but was a fighter. Months of his life gone from the pain, devil's claw and magic. More time dedicated trying to relearn his life. Things were close! No.. they were far... No. He couldn't tell exactly where they were. He bumped into things... alot... they worsened his migraines, they worsened his anger, but he shook it off. He had to shake it off.
He thought he could shake off the tearing feeling in his chest when, having been startled when his girlfriend snuck up on his blindside, he struck her and she left him...
Malik was too much of a fighter. Darkness had always been in his mind. Clawing, tugging, trying to control him. The root of his anger. Another side of a coin that struggled with rage. It was misunderstood. He learned to meditate to shake it off and calm the darkness. He was one with his darkness, without it, he would never be whole. He had to embrace it. Together with his darkness, he would learn to take the anger and shake it off.
Malik was a fighter, but no one saw him accidentally striking his cousin too hard in the wrong spot. Lifeless, his cousin laid on the ground, given a swift death from his miscalculated strike. Broken, he sobbed over his body as the other fighters felt for their silent comrade. The silent one who could shake anything off, the silent one who would never shake this death off.
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gss 002 • one-shots
POSTED ON Mar 13, 2021 15:49:37 GMT
Post by Revyn on Mar 13, 2021 15:49:37 GMT
15. We Used To Be Friends
A petulant, unerringly arrogant young keaton not far into his trip though the world. A small, occasionally roaming, quite peaceful family that never asked for what they first got.
It was a time, were he ever to possibly admit it, that Revyn -- though he went by a different name back then, one of several he'd used through his long life -- didn't much like to think back to. One of at least a few, to be certain... yet in a sense, one of his earliest, most deciding moments out in the world at large.
He'd grown to know that keatons were clever, were tricksters. They were a great many things over the ages, and his parents, living in a quiet place they'd found for themselves, had never appeared to make much of it... so he was going to. He'd wandered where his feet might take him, he'd managed to slip quietly onto a ship -- though the task hadn't been easy, nor terribly fun. It would be the first of several lands he'd go on to visit, and one he wasn't expecting much from, were the quiet little village near his parents' little home anything to go by. He'd not much expected monsters, or several other such dangers... but that, then, was simply the cost of thoughtless arrogance, one that got him into no shortage of trouble.
And, likewise, occasionally brought trouble to others.
Thus, the small house was ruined, several possessions gone... but by one grace or another, the family that dwelt there was safe. None too pleased about the circumstances, but safe all the same. And the prideful young keaton? The hero that ultimately saved everything, the one that had drawn the monsters off by distraction and other means... or so it was supposed to have been. But instead? They got mad at him. They didn't directly blame him for their troubles -- not as such -- but his role in everything, as a guardsman had informed the family, was not to simply be forgiven or forgotten. And yet, as quickly as the prideful creature fled, it wasn't 'til a year later that the father of the family would come across him, or word of him, again, and enact his own sort of retribution. It only took a hired huntsman to help with the tracking to find a little stash the keaton kept, to take all but one small piece of it... with a message to be left behind.
You cost us nearly everything with your mischief. This is simply a bit of payback.
Thus, it hadn't taken the keaton long to find them in turn, even if they were once more living out somewhere quiet. But even for as short a time as it took him, it seemed he'd been expected. To be warned away, to trade blows, so to speak... one thing or another taken from the other side, over the course of a good decade or so. Neither side seemingly eager to give in... at least, 'til the keaton himself got himself injured, to be found by his latest little stash.
But by then, there was no ill will to it, and he was, even to his surprise, promptly carried back to that small home the family held for tending. They were strict to decide how much he could move around and how soon, strict about keeping an eye on him... on occasion, the keaton wondered if his own parents might have been like that if he'd stayed home, if he'd ever given them the chance to be. But that was then... and now he'd found a young boy and his older sister that seemed to enjoy any number of his tales, real or fabricated though each one may be.
The first to ever call him 'friend', while it had lasted.
So there he would often return after some travels, eager for a meal, a gentle touch, a place to rest. No less prideful than the day he'd ventured out into the world at large, yet tempered somewhat by steadily figuring out what he could and couldn't pull off. And as the years passed, as the family steadily got older and he himself didn't seem to, as the children started to drift off their own ways... so too, did it seem, was his own place there starting to depart. Lifespans that couldn't be compared, relationships that may as well have been fleeting... the keaton's first taste of that yet to come, only to cautiously step away before such a thing could come to pass.
'We used to be friends. So what might have happened if I had...?'
A thought from an age long past, a land long left behind. Sometimes he rather wished his memory wasn't as good as it was, that thoughts and dreams wouldn't drift back to times way back when. Still, with a slow, leisurely stretch, and a calm shake of his fur to loose some of the grass and other things that might have settled in it, the keaton awoke lightly grumbling from his nap off in the middle of nowhere. Had he just stayed, or were he only better at simply being a spectator, like he'd sworn multiple times to try and be... but those were simply things he'd have to deal with. In the meanwhile, he'd become really quite good at putting on a careless, carefree face, and facing the world at large that way.
gss 002 • one-shots
POSTED ON Mar 14, 2021 11:09:26 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2021 11:09:26 GMT
YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THE THINGS I HEAR AND SEE. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I FEEL FROM THEM. |
8. Crimson CW // Vlad fucking dies.
No seriously.
No seriously.
Colors often follow almost everyone through their entire lives. Shades of blue across the sky, shades of green through the horizon, numerous reds as the sun set over the canyon, for some. And for those in the canyon, there was always a more noticeable color. Crimson. It was with them everywhere it went, it was on their clothes, on the walls, in the soil, in their eyes and in their veins. It was symbolism in it's finest. You could cut every color out of the world and man would continue on, but when you cut crimson from the picture, all would die off, there would be nothing left of man.
It was the cycle of the crimson canyon, it's bloodied stones telling stories of death, death and more death. The inevitability of what's to come echoed through the valley for those rare few who could hear the spirits scream in warning. Their wails visceral and crimson, just like the veins of those boys living among them. The color, while drab and angering to most, instilled a sense of being grounded among those raised to embrace the finality of such a color.
Vladimir was one of those raised to embrace the said finality of a brilliant crimson. Though at first, he struggled with the thought of it being inside of him. He saw it on the walls, he heard it in the voices around him, though every time he was nicked during a sparring match, his heart slowed as he watched the crimson drip unto the soil. What did it mean to a boy so despondent and far away from himself?
Why, he did not know.
He shut away from everything about himself, from the ruby of his eyes that reflected back Crimson in the dull light of the Canyon to the Crimson that ran through his body. He shut it away until it was forced free from him. There he lay among the ground at the bottom of the well. The master was right, when you cut crimson from the picture, man ceased to exist. The blue sky above, the gray of the well above him leading towards the sky, but even then, no matter where he turned his head, Crimson started to fill his vision, even as he looked down at a boy covered in that symbolic shade of red.
It was next to him, it was covering him, it covered all those who made contact with him. Soon, the Gibdo would be shooed from the broken, crimson boy at the bottom of the well. His own crimson would find it's way wherever it could as he was carried back, unbeknownst to him. Even as he woke up from a deep, painful sleep, every time he would look around, no matter where he looked, crimson would be there. His crimson on those wraps and beddings, on the medics above him, his brain would tell him, before the medics put him back under with magic.
Somehow, the boy had Crimson still within his veins, but to the boy, he now felt more hollow. He had seen things that he should not have come back from, he had walked silently with those mournful wailing spirits as another boy hauled his broken body back to the hidden village among that Crimson canyon...
Crimson would always be different to the young, hollow boy. But it would still invoke a sense of mystery in him. As for what, no one could know what was hidden behind the dark red veil of his mind.
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gss 002 • one-shots
POSTED ON Mar 19, 2021 18:03:08 GMT
Post by Marianne de Hyrule on Mar 19, 2021 18:03:08 GMT
7. Bygone
"By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Lake Hylia,"
Autumn had almost came to an end. And with it, the cold fingers of winter had started creeping. The brightly colored leaves, the festive of Fall, would soon be replaced with barren twigs and naked trunks, stalwart guardians of Winter. The air had gotten chilly; The winds started to sting whenever it blew, though it retained its warmth of the warmer times, like a lover who scold with icy words but with love burning still in her heart. Soon the days would shorten and the night would get longer, for the land had to repay the light it hoarded during the summer. A circle of giving and taking. A circle of life and death. Nature’s own beautiful balance.
But if there was one thing that did not conform to this, it was Lake Hylia. For it remained unfairly beautiful no matter what season it was.
"Where me an’ my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Lake Hylia."
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Lake Hylia."
On this evening the lake was calm and serene. The sun would slip into her abode in the west soon. The handsome moon would soon claim his place in the sky. But it would not be for some time, for at this moment the sun was still hanging proudly on the western sky, a proud mother surveying her house one last time before going to bed. The water of the lake glistened in soft reddish hue; a million pearls each trying to outdo the other. Around the lake the hills and plains of Hyrule Field undulated in the horizon, a patch of dark shadow intermingling with graceful wave of grasses which had started to yellow, swaying gently in the wind. The air was cool and crisp. The clouds serene. On the distance a pair of larks flew on the surface of the lake, calling to each other as they happily returned home.
And there was another sound. A sound much sweeter than the call of the larks. A sound of hope and sadness; of a tragedy of a bygone era.
"O’ ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low,
An’ I’ll be in Hyrule a’fore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Lake Hylia."
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Lake Hylia."
On the shores of Lake Hylia, on an open grassy plain a bit far from the reach of its overlapping waves yet close enough to feel its relentless charm, there stood a massive tree. It was old beyond reckoning, for its huge trunks had so many twists and knobs which distorted its once straight bark, a testament of its victory over Time. Its leaves spread wide and proud, covering a wide area around it in a spotless shade which would make any roof shy. The roots of the venerable tree grew deep and strong, wits bulging shape above ground making a comfortable cushion for anyone who wished to rest under its protection. It almost felt like the tree was an honored knight who stood guard upon this open patch of land, shielding anything and anyone under its watch as if honoring an ancient, unspoken oath. No one knew exactly what kind of tree it was, for its brethren had long since disappeared from the realm. But here the tree still stood, firm and unrelenting, a relic of a bygone era. When someone said, “Meet me at the giant tree near Lake Hylia” they would inevitably meant this tree. So famous its reputation was.
And this afternoon a woman was waiting under the tree. Her back rests on the tree trunk while her eyes stared longingly on the vista of the beautiful lake. And it was from her the haunting song originated.
" 'Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Hylia,"
" 'Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Hylia,"
Ben Hylia. A name seldom heard anymore. It was the name of a hill which once stood tall on the shores of Lake Hylia. From its steep yet safe slopes, in the evening one could see the whole city of Hyrule gleaming across the plains as the sun sets behind the hill, a vista of the highlands like no other. So it was that the hill was famous as a spot for lovers in age long past, their hands intertwined and their heads resting on each other’s shoulders among the ever-blooming flowers of the once-famous hill.
Too bad the hill was dug up and its soil used as ramparts when the castle town was besieged ages ago. It wasn’t there anymore, both the hills and the ramparts, but the name of Ben Hylia lived on as a remembrance of a bygone era. An era where legends happened still and beloved stories of today were not yet written. An era of queens and heroes and brave knights and crafty songster. An era when the passion of two lovers could shape the history of an entire kingdom.
And this song, sung so tenderly by the woman under the tree recounted one such tales. There was nothing left of the evidence of the actual tale, or even proof that it once happened. Only this song survived, the sole custodian of an event of a bygone era.
"Where in soft purple hue, the highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming."
"Where in soft purple hue, the highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming."
This song, old by today’s standard, had seemingly existed in people’s shared consciousness for a long time. Attempts to trace its origin or its writer were unsuccessful, though its lyrics and its quite modern pronunciation of Hylian language suggested it could not be very old, at the very least not beyond the Age of Kings. The tale it told or to whom the song was intended for was even more obscure. It had been attributed to many tales over the years, for any stories set in or around Lake Hylia which included a parting could fit into the song, so universal was the theme.
Perhaps it was precisely because of the vagueness of the song, and the ease which it could be applied to any situation did the song managed to survive from its obscure background. The woman singing now certainly thought so, for her sweet, heartrending voice captured the feeling of the song rather than the story it tried to tell. A call from a bygone era.
"O’ ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low,
An’ I’ll be in Hyrule a’fore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Lake Hylia."
"O’ ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low,
An’ I’ll be in Hyrule a’fore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Lake Hylia."
The most widely accepted suggestion, however, pointed to a certain princess in the midst of The Unification Wars. At that time, amongst the countless stories of trust and betrayals, of glories and tragedies and inspiring bravery and abominable cowardice emerged one of the most famous love story of all time. A princess and a knight, the protagonists of so many stories both real and imagined. Yet this story was famous for its tragic ending, All those trials and tribulations they faced together meant nothing in the end, for the cruel hands of fate forced them into a sacrifice from which only one of them emerged, longing for their other half until the end of their days. It was here, on the shores of Lake Hylia where they had spent countless nights before, that they said their final farewell.
This song, then, if the suggestion was true, would be their legacy from a time long forgotten. A lesson from a bygone era.
This song, then, if the suggestion was true, would be their legacy from a time long forgotten. A lesson from a bygone era.
"The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,"
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,"
And the voice which sung the song was raised, for the song had approached its finale. The names of the one who penned the song might had been forgotten; their tales lost to time; their history buried under the sands of time. Yet through this song their feelings, their sadness and despair and their sense of longing, lived on. A song not of stories but of the hearts within it, of words not of letters but of tunes. A note from the past, a secret from a bygone era. Its haunting melody reverberated still in this evening, long after its authors had ceased to be. Relived once more, by the woman who sang alone, with the soothing waves of the lake as her only companion.
"But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Though the waeful may cease frae their grieving.
O’ ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low,
An’ I’ll be in Hyrule a’fore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Lake Hylia...."
"But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Though the waeful may cease frae their grieving.
O’ ye’ll tak’ the high road and I’ll tak’ the low,
An’ I’ll be in Hyrule a’fore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Lake Hylia...."
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gss 002 • one-shots
POSTED ON Mar 20, 2021 4:21:49 GMT
Post by Midnight on Mar 20, 2021 4:21:49 GMT
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gss 002 • one-shots
POSTED ON Mar 21, 2021 17:16:10 GMT
Post by Marianne de Hyrule on Mar 21, 2021 17:16:10 GMT
1. Unlikely
Note: Unlikely refers to the unlikely pairing in this story/fanfic
“Surely you jest? To graduate, of course.”
“And after that, what? To find a good career? To be rich? To have your name etched as one of the illuminaries of our time?”
“Ugh-“
The iron gate of dormitory slowly creaked open. The silver-haired head of Theia, covered in a traveling cloak, appeared on the slit.
“It derailed our plan by a longshot!”
“So you slept out here and waited for us?” Theia grinned as Ursie cancelled her dark orb with a huff. “Celie, you are an angel.”
Theia chuckled.
Ursie, meanwhile, sniffed about.
“Honestly, Celie, this is too kind of you.” Theia took one gratefully and handed a mug to Ursie, who nodded in thanks. “Wait. Wait. How did you know the flowers were red and violet? It is different every time it-“
Theia cocked her head.
Note: Unlikely refers to the unlikely pairing in this story/fanfic
“…and guess what. The Deku Tree Bloom. It will happen tonight. To-night.”
“A-ah. Sure. It will be… interesting, I guess….”
“Interesting?” The silver-haired woman made an exaggerated gesture as if utterly shocked. “Are you kidding, Celie? It happens only once in a hundred years!”
The hallways of the famed Hyrule Magic Academy at noon. Within these imposing walls and beautiful arched walkways, the best of the next generation of spellcasters were trained in the subtle art of magic. Established by King Daphnes el Hyrule the First himself, it was in the cauldron of the countless classrooms and amphitheater of this building that the young minds were prepared for their own breakthrough innovations and illustrious careers later on. It was so prestigious, so comprehensive that even Royal children and nobles of highest echelons enrolled here despite their own private tutors at home. The opportunity to sample the famed academy was just too much to resist.
And this particular day at the hour of afternoon break the hallways were busy was usual. In this walkway, edging the eastern inner courtyard, students came and gone like buzzing bees, chatting and laughing with their peers or quickly scanning their notes for their exams after the break. Some lucky souls without tests to think of found themselves in the courtyard with others of same luck, playing soccer or simply lazing about under the warm spring sun.
In particular, two female students were walking down the hallway, talking about Deku Tree Bloom or something. One of them had a long, silvery hair which glinted under the light, while her friend also had long luscious hair, but radiant gold instead. Like the moon and the sun, these two walked side by side, the two most beautiful girls in all of Academy that year and two years after. It was no coincidence that some fortunate boys were a little awestruck, meeting the two idols in a hallway like this afternoon.
Yet, despite the moon and sun imagery, it seemed that their demeanor were reversed. The silver-haired maiden was lively, talking with her hands actively gesturing and her eyes lit with passion like the confident rays of the sun. The golden-haired lady, on the other hand, seemed a little withdrawn and shy, like the moon hiding behind the clouds, clutching her books close to her bosom as she politely listened to her energetic friend talking,
“So,” the silver-haired woman concluded, “We’ll see The Deku Tree Bloom for sure. Right, Celie?”
“So,” the silver-haired woman concluded, “We’ll see The Deku Tree Bloom for sure. Right, Celie?”
The golden-haired woman, Celie, looked a little unsure. She gripped her books tighter.
“I don’t know Theia…. You know Theory of Magicules exam is coming and I am not sure I get Professor Wulfric’s lessons lately. He gave me lots of homework, you know….”
“Oh come ooon, Celie. You aced all the other tests! Straight A! Surely a night off won’t do much harm, no?”
“Easy for you to say,” Celie said with a wry smile, “You are a natural. You don’t even have to study anything and you’re still top of our class. Unlike me….”
The silver-haired woman, Theia, threw her hair nonchalantly.
“You are a descendant of the Priestesses of Light, Celeste zu Hyrule. You’ll manage. Come with me, okay? Pretty please?”
Celie suddenly paused her steps. Her expression panicked.
“Oh! That reminds me! Today is Fifth Remembrance Day! I… I haven’t prepared the scrolls!” She quickly turned her heels and went the way she came, “I can’t believe I forget… See you at the class, Theia!”
“Yes. See you.” The woman called Theia seemed a little annoyed by this, as she watched Celie politely excusing herself as she passed through a group of students. She pursed her lips and blew, parting her silver hair on her forehead.
“Well, that’s a dutiful priestess for you~ ”
She wandered aimlessly towards the courtyard, now and then waving at the other students who greeted her or threw a smile at some congregations who was clearly enthusiastic about her. This Theia was no doubt very popular, and well-loved by her peers. Yet at this time she seemed to be a little lost, as she seemed to be only walking wherever her feet took her.
It was after politely declining an invitation for a social gathering when she spotted another of her friends. She quickly bounced towards the woman, who was sitting under the shade of a large tree, blissfully reading a book by her own. Unlike Theia or Celeste, this woman had black hair, and unlike the radiant duo before, this one seemed to suck the light out of her surroundings. People seemed to consciously avoid her vicinity, but from the face of the black-haired woman she did not seem to mind.
“Ursieee~” Theia said, plopping herself beside the black-haired woman without invitation.
“No.”
“Huh?”
“My answer is no.”
The woman, Ursie, did not even look up from the page she was reading. Theia pouted.
“What in Din’s Blaze. I haven’t even said anything!”
“You are going to ask something, perhaps tonight. And my answer is no.”
“So, you know? About the Deku Tree Bloom?” Theia’s eyes glinted, burning with her trademark passion. Ursie’s expression looked like she was sighing inside.
“Something along that train of thought, yes.”
“And you know that it only happens once every hundred years?”
“Something along that train of thought, yes.”
“And you know that it only happens once every hundred years?”
“I don’t. But, yes.”
“And you know it will happen this very night?”
Ursie did not answer.
“Come now, Ursie.” And Theia edged closer to the dark-haired woman, their shoulders touching. Ursie, for her part, seemed ready kill others who get this close with her. Everyone except Theia. Theia, her best friend. Her best, nagging friend. “Lend me your company for tonight, pleeease? There is no one else I’ll feel safer to travel with. You know how dangerous it can in the woods.”
Ursie snorted.
“Absurd. You are more of a threat to any monster than they are to you.”
Theia parted her hair.
Theia parted her hair.
“I’ll take that as a compliment~ Think of it, Ursie. This only happens once in a hundred years! Once in a hundred years! I bet you and I won’t live that long, no? This is our only chance!”
Finally, the black-haired woman called Ursie closed her book. She stared at Theia with a look that could kill. But Theia did not look scared. On the contrary, she seemed even more emboldened now that she got her friend’s attention.
“Theia. This is final term examination period.”
“Yes. And?”
“And- and this is the final term! Fail this, and our year is ruined! We can’t afford to be lax!”
Theia raised her eyebrow.
“And- and this is the final term! Fail this, and our year is ruined! We can’t afford to be lax!”
Theia raised her eyebrow.
“Really? You don’t seem like someone who’d fail their final term exam, for me.”
“That’s- That’s not- That’s beside the point!”
“Listen, Ursie,” Theia started, looking dead serious now. Ursie’s heart sank, knowing the relentless wave that was Theia Euryphaessa de Hyrule making her arguments. “Why do you study? Why must you pass your exam?”
“Listen, Ursie,” Theia started, looking dead serious now. Ursie’s heart sank, knowing the relentless wave that was Theia Euryphaessa de Hyrule making her arguments. “Why do you study? Why must you pass your exam?”
“Surely you jest? To graduate, of course.”
“And after that, what? To find a good career? To be rich? To have your name etched as one of the illuminaries of our time?”
“There are many things-“
“But what is the most important thing, Ursie?” Theia continued, “When all is said and done, and you are an old woman rocking her chair beside a fireplace and staring at all the honors and certificates you’ve had, what is the most important thing for you in the end?”
Ursie did not answer. She knew the answer, but loathe to say it. Theia, however, pounced at the opportunity.
“That’s right. Experience. What is a worthy life, without it being a collection of worthy experience? You can have all the outside acknowledgement you’d like. But if you don’t enjoy your experience? You’ll feel hollow until the end. Fail your exam? Big deal. Take another year. And it’s not like you’ll fail any exam anyway. But this! This only happens once in a hundred years! All we need is just… go!”
She drew a breath, while Ursie bit her lips. “One day, Ursie, you’ll have a daughter and she will ask you, ‘Mommy, you were my age when The Deku Tree Bloom, right? I read it in today’s essay. What was it like?’ And you’ll answer, what? ‘Oh no, dear, mommy did not see the Deku Tree Bloom because mommy chose to study for an exam mommy knew mommy would pass anyway'? Because mommy was too afraid of repeating a class? Absurd, like you said.”
“Ugh-“
Theia, sensing victory, grinned wide.
“So, ready to experience something not our parents and not our children will experience?
“…”
“Don’t worry, we’ll return long before sunrise if we skip Professor Brian’s class to set out early. I’ve got a few arrangements ready, see? Have I ever failed you in any of our plans, Ursie, dear?”
“…”
“Don’t worry, we’ll return long before sunrise if we skip Professor Brian’s class to set out early. I’ve got a few arrangements ready, see? Have I ever failed you in any of our plans, Ursie, dear?”
“…Damn you, Theia. Damn you.”
Theia, laughing now, smoothed out her hair.
“I’ll take that as a compliment~”
And so, as unlikely as it might be, the two pair who could not be more different than each other set out.
Later, before sunrise.
Later, before sunrise.
The iron gate of dormitory slowly creaked open. The silver-haired head of Theia, covered in a traveling cloak, appeared on the slit.
“The coast is clear.”
“Ugh. I knew I should’ve said no about that fairy.”
Ursie, also in travelling cloak, looked even darker than the night. The unlikely pair carefully sneaked inside.
“What do you mean,” Theia, her face flustered with excitement, looked positively radiant, “Have you ever seen something like that? By Hylia I’d trade half my life to be able to see that show again.”
“It derailed our plan by a longshot!”
“And it was all worth it- eeeeeeeekkkk!”
Suddenly, the thing that Theia thought was just a shadow moved! A head and a pair of hands emerged from under the black blanket as Theia doubled back and fell backwards! Ursie stepped forward “Stay back!” and charged a dark orb towards the creature-
-only to be faced with a light orb and the very confused face of a golden-haired girl.
“Celie!” Theia blurted out, dusting herself off and stood, “What in- you surprised us!”
Celie, her face tired and her hair messy after being bundled in a blanket sleeping in a cold hallway, dimmed her light orb.
“I-I noticed you two were not in Professor Brian’s class and I remembered you talked about Deku Tree Bloom so… so…”
“So you slept out here and waited for us?” Theia grinned as Ursie cancelled her dark orb with a huff. “Celie, you are an angel.”
“I was afraid! You two might be locked out until morning and who knows what will happen then! I-I had to take the keys from Mr. Trunchbull’s office and leave the gates unlocked just to make sure you can enter!”
Theia chuckled.
“You shouldn’t have worried about that. I got it covered.”
Ursie, meanwhile, sniffed about.
“Chocolate?”
“Oh, yes!” Celie stepped lightly to a corner of the wall where there were three mugs. “I thought you might be tired after all that red-and-violet flowers, so I prepared chocolate drink for you. They were supposed to be steaming hot-” she looked at them in dismay, “-But that was sometime ago....”
“Honestly, Celie, this is too kind of you.” Theia took one gratefully and handed a mug to Ursie, who nodded in thanks. “Wait. Wait. How did you know the flowers were red and violet? It is different every time it-“
It was now Celie’s turn to be blushing red. Theia, meanwhile, latched into it immediately.
“Don’t tell me. Celie you did followed us!”
“I-I was w-worried!” Celie stammered, “I set off quickly after class and once I-I saw you two safe I watched the bloom a little and then I went back here to… to… “
Theia cocked her head.
“I thought you have a Remembrance at the Chapel today?”
Celie’s face looked like she was burning in the inside.
“I… I called sick….”
And Theia laughed, laughing very hard she was gasping.
“Oh, Celie…” she panted, wiping her tears, “Celie... Celie... You make me proud!”
Ursie snorted.
“You make me worry.”
And the three, unlikely friends all of them, laughed together.
Of note, all of them aced their respective tests the following morning.
Of note, all of them aced their respective tests the following morning.
This is a fanfic of Ursula, Selene's mother, and Marianne's mother when they were younger I don't know if thy actually met, though.