An assortment of folks trickled into the graveyard behind Lethe—filing in on either side like a stream being split on a rock. Some walked with apprehensive meekness while others seemed to look everyone over with the brazen pomposity one would expect from someone that’s just been told some great force chose them to save the world. Zora, hylian, and goron alike—everyone was given little time to take a close look at all the new comers Lethe had brought with her since she wasted no time in barking orders. “I see the Shadow Temple has been up to it’s usual trickery—thus why you’re all huddled up in the graveyard’s center, I assume? If your meager minds are able, I must ask that you all make your way there. That’s where I’m going. Don’t expect me to shout so you can hear me. My lungs are only so big, you know.” She promptly zipped through the crowd towards the temple’s entrance, ignoring anyone’s further remarks or comments until she up against the steep wall. She paused just long enough to whisper something to Frore. “I’ll be taking my ring back after this. For now I think it’d be best if you stayed that way. Wouldn’t want to send anyone running just yet, you know? Or worse-- calling the guards here." She shot a glance at the hulking eight foot Dark Nut. It was a downright MIRACLE he managed to waltz straight through town and into the graveyard unnoticed. But there simply wasn't any time to address all that now. --- Last to enter was Nil and Yolanda. After an adventurous little walk, during which Yolanda ranted about her favorite festival performers (all of which were male), they finally arrived at the graveyard. As Nil saw the eccentric assemblage awaiting them, Yolanda quickly wrapped her arm tightly around his and smiled apologetically. “Alright, honey—I lied. Yes, this isn’t my family. But if you’ll stay and listen to that little fairy over there I’ll still give you what I promised you, deal? That’s all you gotta do is listen, alright? Easy money!” --- Lethe hovered expectantly as everyone somewhat reluctantly gathered near. "It's nice to see some people know how to follow directions," she muttered curtly, referring to Griz. The Shadow Temple loomed behind her. Her eyes scanned the graveyard-- searching for a particular someone that wasn't supposed to be there. Finding no such person and with everyone more or less gathered around, she took a breath. "I know you all probably have a lot of questions, but let me do my best to first explain or else this is going to become downright chaotic…. “Most of you already know my name by now, but, for clarity’s sake, I am Lethe. "There have been rumors circulating these past few months-- rumors that the King of Darkness will soon return to the land of Hyrule and that he will seek revenge for his imprisonment. Suffering will flood the land with pain and sorrow. Talk of the Hero of Time has also been stirring. They say he is on his way to vanquish the Evil King. "I am here to tell you that Ganondorf [i]is[/i] coming-- but the Hero of Time is not. "The fall of Hyrule is nigh and we few have been chosen to stand in the Hero’s place. Without us, all life will cease. Whether or not you think yourself qualified is irrelevant. The Goddess has chosen each of you for whatever reason and your decision to take on this task will be crucial in determining the fate of us all. I've been chosen by the Goddess Farore to guide you on this vital quest. Destiny has brought us all to this graveyard at this moment in time. Everyone here was meant to be here. It is part of Her great design. History is being written as we speak. "I’m not going to lie to you. This will be a dangerous undertaking and I cannot promise your survival. The choice is, as always, yours. ” After a second’s pause, signaling that she had finished, a young hylian woman with long, chocolate brown hair, a large sun hat, and an orange tunic, stepped forward, flanked by two cronies—a large woman in gleaming silver armor and a hooded lady in a dark purple robe. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she said loudly, “Hold on a tic.” She put her hands on her hips and smirked, “You don’t [i]really[/i] think me and my companions are [i]that[/i] daft, do you? Taking advantage of all these rumors like that, though—and the creepy whispering at night thing? I’ve got to hand it to you little fairies—it’s a great con. I almost wish I’d have thought it up myself.” Lethe remained uncharacteristically silent. “Thanks for the total waste of time and all, but I think I’ll take my chances with the ‘flood of pain and sorrow’. I know these voices have probably been your doing, so let it be known that if I catch any of you little pests whispering in my ear at night, I’ll bottle you up and sell you to the most ruthless atheist scientist I can find.” She motioned for her cronies to leave and promptly cut through the crowd. The armored woman shouldered Felicia as she passed. Felicia was too shocked to move, however. She simply stood in place and waited. What would everyone do? …what would [i]she[/i] do? Was it all true? Was Ganondorf returning? And it was up to her to save everyone? Or was it really just a trick like the mercenary said? Were the fairies collectively conning everyone? But what for? They had no use for money. And according to all the legends, they were some of the oldest beings in Hyrule—ancient and even, to some, sacred. What reason would Lethe have to lie? These thoughts weighed heavily on her mind as the fairy quietly watched them leave, waiting for further questions.