THE LEGEND OF ZELDA
DESCENDANTS OF THE HERO
Looking right into the sun makes you blind,
but if you look a little to the side you can see a spectacular spectrum.
Like those spectrum of light, people of the Hyrule illuminate the land
but in among the strongest hues of Hyrule's people are the links between the colors.
Those links unify the spectrum to create the strongest light.
Together they are the brightest.
but if you look a little to the side you can see a spectacular spectrum.
Like those spectrum of light, people of the Hyrule illuminate the land
but in among the strongest hues of Hyrule's people are the links between the colors.
Those links unify the spectrum to create the strongest light.
Together they are the brightest.
Magara, Hyrul's southernmost village was alive and well with people. Sitting at the edge of a huge lake, fishing was the main source of food but also the main source of stench. The native Zora didn't mind the smells since they too smelled like fish. However, the same could not be said of the Rito who enjoyed that scent like one would adore the odor of a rose.
At noon, people sold their goods as best they could to the small population. It was mostly their families and friends who bought their goods but every once in a great while they would see a stranger in their streets. With such a small village like Magara, one couldn't miss a new comer.
He wore dark robes and a hood, normally this sort of attire would cause minor panic among the villagers. But no one was too afraid since this figure was but three feet tall. He looked like a child as his strides were short as well as the little noises he made as he trudged through the streets. His little grunts sounded cute even.
At the edge of the village and near the shore of the lake he made his way to the headquarters of a special band of brothers.
A sign with the words "HERO CLUB" were in bold script of the old language. In this day and age such writing was hard to find let alone read, so the useful image of the Triforce was proudly etched onto the wooden sign.
The little figure went to the club door where he pulled out a paper envelope. He could not read the writing but it was clear that he was here to deliver a message. Setting it down on the ground then knocking, he ran away toward the nearest wall. Hiding behind it by squishing himself as much as he could to the wall, the boy dare not peek until he heard the door squeak open like the call of a duck.
When it did a slender man looked around, his beak nose revealing himself to be a member of the club. He looked down all at once noticing the message.
"Hey, it's a message!" He said. "Its a list of.. wait! this is a grocery list-" the man shut the door.
Behind the wall the little man fumbled around as he pulled out another message. He stumbled as he returned to the door, this time setting down the message then knocking again. This time the door swung right open, pushing him down by accident.
"Our little grocery getting I see?" The Rito man asked. "Oh another message perhaps this is the one you intended to give us?" He asked as he gave back the picture list of items. He wasn't going to push the envelope so to speak, about who this little messenger was. If he really wanted to keep himself anonymous then the Rito would let him.
The little man nodded then ran away.
"How weird is that?" Viv said, closing the door again to turn to the others in the clubs large wooden house. A fire pit at the other end of the rectangular room went unused in these summer months. But the windows were left open, letting in the cooler air of the winds from the east. The only light came from those windows.
"Ok so this one's the real message." He addressed everyone in the room.
To those who claim to be the light piercing the shadows.
I ask that you aid us who dwell in the north.
Over the last winter we have fallen victim to a sinister creature.
From what we hear of other villages these monsters are spreading once again throughout the land.
We know that we are far from you and that our messengers will not be as quick to deliver a message but we hope you will receive this message and prove your devotion to purging darkness from the land.
-Megido.
Viv set the letter down on an old table. The room was full of trinkets on shelves and had a couple chests beside the fireplace.
"They sent a little kid to deliver a message across the land?" Viv asked outloud. "Do you think the first messenger passed down the letter?" The Rito wondered what the others were thinking. He was very open about his thoughts, not even considering that no one had much of a clue about what just happened. Those that knew him the longest recognized that trait and came to accept it.
Viv knew the older members better than the younger ones, but everyone shared their claim of lineage. Finding out who the true descendant of the Hero of Old didn't work out years ago and surely it wasn't going to work out any time soon. With each new generation the birthrite became more clouded, and so the answer wouldn't be know.
This club of descendants wanted something else though, no one was concerned about their birthright when it was clear that something else took precedence. The safety of the land was once again at stake, and these men and children were the ones responsible for getting rid of the monsters.
