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Araris sighed, relived It is over., he took off his mask, instantly reverting to his original form. Now where in the hell did my sword get to? He wondered. He got up on the monster's corpse and walked on it to land. He raise his eyebrow at the messy end it had met. "Hey," He said jokingly to the girl, "Do you think its dead?" HE chuckled. "Man, coccos are scary."
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With the attack of the Cucco the movement of the Octoroaka's long body ceased like the freezing of a river in the winter. The scarlet hue began to fade into a deep dark brown that rotted into black. For a brief moment it smelled terrible but then they body withered away, slowly shrinking into a tiny Octo which sunk into the water.

Then oddly enough it shot out projectiles from the water. However, these werent cannon balls. They were various boons!

Three full Heart Containers glistened like diamonds while two Strength bangles sat on the shore. Over in the calm waves was an ancient potion bottle which no doubt contained something beneficial to a magic user. How these rewards would be shared had yet to be decided.

"Wow! I've never seen a creature drop so many things at once! You'd think we just killed a legion of mosters for all that stuff! HHey Rida! Your Cucco is pretty awesome. How the heck did you train it to do that!" Viv was brimming with excitment but tthere were other matters to worry about.

Turning to see the one who wore that odd warrior mask, Viv waved. "HHey! That was realy awesome Of you to help. Whats your name? Im Viv from the Heroes Club. You are sooo getting recruited!"
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Rida gave a big smile to Viv as she held Greg. "It's not really training, Greg just knows what to do!" Rida said with a smile as Greg jumped out of her arms and quickly ran towards the man who had the fierce Deity Mask. In truth Rida and Greg had a sort of connected mind. They didn't always have the connection but it was there when they needed it. Greg meanwhile ran straight for the Araris and quickly started to rub on his leg. This confirmed the man as being a descendant.

Cia meanwhile just smiled at the two as she walked towards Pallus. "Good job kid!" Cia said with a smile to him. Cia had always seen Pallus as a sort of little brother and as such tried to look after him when she could. Though she saw most of the club as her family, even though she stunk at cooking she always tried to cook for them, yet always burned something no matter how hard she worked.
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Viv Grabbed a Heart for himself while it seemed the others grabbed what they wanted. An amazing amount of rupees was just laying everywhere around the lake.

"What are we going to do about all these cannon balls? Wait... just how many are there?" He asked, seeing a good twenty just laying on the sand alone. He looked past the sand and saw the tall grass littered too. "Woah they are.. everywhere."

Viv crouched down, facing forward he started for a slow jog then made it a quick run. On that he flapped his wings and created lift for himself to get in the air. He flew higher up until he could see a little of the village. It was not looking good, small circles of various sizes were covering piles of wood. People were spread around, picking up their personal objects and wooden boards. His victory smile flipped like he did in mid air. Going back to the others he swooped to the ground.

"The village is totally wrecked." Viv said, feeling sick just thinking about all the people possibly injured or... dead.

(This assumes everyone got what they wanted based on what I read. Viv, Ulu, and Pallus got a Heart container. Rida and Araris get a Strength Bangle. Minadi gets the ancient magic potion. Rai and Cia get 100 1000 rupees each. The Party obtains 1 phase of character growth at the end of the chapter... which is now.)

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Araris eventually found the hilt of his sword buried upright in the sand. He inspected the foot or so of blade left on it for damage, finding none, he sheathed it and walked back to where the rest of them where standing. He heard Viv and winced, looking around. "Yeah that battle really did a number on this place. Come on, lets get back to the club and make proper introductions before they make us pay for the damages." He said to Viv.
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Rai looked around the village after the monster came down. He flew down next to the others and grabbed some rupees. The village was reduced to nothing but gravel. Important stores destroyed, homes knocked over, Rai had never seen so much destruction in one place before. He saw tat Viv was talking to the others who fought, he went up and pulled on his wing lightly to get his attention. "Hey Viv....Ummmm, what are we gonna do about the village? I mean it is destroyed, and I hope no one got hurt really bad. I don't know I tried to help but-" He stopped with a deep exhale of air and breathed for the first time.
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Ulu looked around and saw all the destruction and carnage. People were picking up their belongings or what's left of them. He looked at his fellow guild members and gave them a genuine smile.

He approached his sister and swung his arm around her. "Well we broke the town again, what would mom and dad say. Well anyways how are you feeling." He said this with a sly smile.
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Breaking post-skirmish tension, a single note of rosin stringed music cut through the air, drawing attention primarily because of how out of place it seemed, circumstances considered. Another note followed, joined by another, and another; expertly strung together by skillful, dexterous hands. A cunning and soulful interpretation of the Hero’s Song expressed itself through an intricately worked fiddle, filling the hearts of those listening with pride and hope.

The source of these dulcet tones, however, made some uneasy. A crop of white hair cascaded over long, pointed ears pierced in several places with small rings of worked gold. Eyes, intelligent and red hued, took in their surroundings, one of which bore a mark that few still remembered: Three black triangles over, and a single black teardrop underneath, tattooed permanently. These markings inferred the disturbing rumor that no, their people had not all departed the world. He was Sheikah. Ramming further proof of his heritage home to the now growing onlookers, no one seems to have remembered him entering the town, before or after the battle at the dock. It was as if he failed to exist until the first notes of his music caressed the souls of those nearby.

Slowly he stood, atop the rubble of a downed building, moving slowly and allowing all to see him. Such actions flew in the face of what was known about his people. They are not seen easily, and do not expose themselves to the light without good reason. Two obvious weapons girded his form, short blades common to his people, buckled over a mottled brown cloak. Dark clothing and boots peek from beneath his outer garb, contrasting his fresh, youthful features. Nimbly, still playing every note flawlessly, he descends the pile of ruined building, placing one foot in front of the other until reaching the ground. The crescendo of the Hero’s Song swelled as the strange one closed his eyes briefly, feeling the moment, and abruptly stopped.

With practiced hands, he quickly put away his instrument and produced from the back of his belt a largish boomerang of nigh ethereal craftsmanship. A Relic of the Hero, without mistake. Holding it in a firm but non-threatening manner, he faced the recent combatants and brought his arms out wide beside him, allowing his cloak to open further and reveal his clothing more, a shadowy copy of Sheikah and Kokiri design, accented by several knife hilts strategically placed for ease of removal. He flashed a sincere, boyish smile, and nodded slightly at those around him.

The Hero’s Song? The Relic? Maybe he was trying to communicate something, but he stood mute, warm expression despite his otherwise dark appearance.
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"So much is ruined, I know that there's people still walking around though, picking up stuff. When we left the club house there were families hiding inside. Its actually surprising that the club is one of the few things left standing. Oh Rai..." Viv turned seeing him pulling on his wing.

"I'm not crying... uh.. What do we do? Do you need to check on anyone?" Viv asked, holding back the emotion but unable to prevent the expressions flow through his tear ducts. He knew Minadi and Ulu weren't from this village, but the others like, Pallus and Rida might have family.

"You guys can go to the club if you want, I need to.. I need to find someone. I'll meet you at the club house." Viv waved to Rai then ran toward the village, picking up himself with his wings.




At the club house, a few villagers were waiting for the descendants to return. They were thankful for an end to the falling cannon balls. A couple people however, were too busy morning.

Among them was an elder man of the town who was crying over a tattered scarf. With his back bent forward he walked slowly out of the room toward the forest edge. Placing his hand across the bark he bent his knees and contracted himself until he was sitting down.

Inside the club was a little boy crying too. He was holding a large bag filled with various things. It was obvious that these were the remaining items in his position. As to why he was carrying them around, the answer was clear that his home was destroyed.

"We'll survive." An old gentlemen said. He used a cane to stand.

"With what? The food is going to waste." a women said, wearing an orange dress torn at the bottom.

"Maybe we can save it?." another women chimed in. Her hair was a mess and so were her clothes which were covered in mud.

How can we save it when it's scattered on the ground and buried in piles of wood. It can't be cleaned up, only prepared and eaten!" The women in the orange dress said.

It could be saved if we found the fairy spring of time. The old man said, turning toward the young children in the room. His attention was caught by the crying young one. "There there, are you hurt lad?"

"Fairy Spring? No such fairies in this forest. We should migrate north before it gets dark. As a community we can fend off the creatures of the night." A man said, he seemed rather strong but when he turned one could see that he was missing an arm.

"Just an old tale of a spring that makes one young again. Why would it not refresh the food if we were to wash it in the spring?" The old man said, turning back to the adults.

"We don't even know where it is!" The women in the orange dress said. "Besides, ain't no fairies this far south!"




Back in the village, Viv pulled a plank of wood out of a pile. He quickly removed others until the floor of a home was open. Seeing a small ring on the ground, he pulled it. The door was big, about the weight of a small child. When Viv did manage to force it open he could hear a chirping noise.

He peeked inside, seeing a treasure chest on the floor. Everything was the same as before. He pushed the hatch door over, allowing him to shed light into the small room. No taller than his shoulder and wider than his extended arm, this was a small shelter were he kept his valuables. It had been years since he'd been at the home of his mother. She adopted him long ago and died when he turned twelve. Inheriting her small house he put all of the most important memories in the safest place.

He hoped down then opened the chest. Inside was a necklace with a small gem secured by a string. This was something she always wore, and the one thing he remembered most easily.

"I might as well carry this with me." Viv was ducking down just to fit, so by scooting backward he stood up then crawled out with ease. Pushing the hatch over, he closed the small room. Hoping this was the last time he'd need to keep someone else's belongings safe, he turned away. "Now... where's that flute. I had it in a box that was sitting..." Viv looked over where his bed was. The roof collapsed but the resulting pile of planks was nothing to worry about since the bed was actually built to handle a lot of weight. He managed to pry a box out, this one long and slender. He pulled out the flute, holding it in his fingers. Pressing the end to his lips he exhaled slowly, letting out a terrible note.

"I still can't play it right." He put it in a pouch on his belt then looked around the village. It felt so... small without anything tall standing in the way.




Sighing as he looked around, the small brewer was pacing around his small shack, sure that the disaster was bad for business. There was but one way to obtain rupees, and that was through a desperate means.

"All potions, half price!" He announced, putting the sign on his small stand away and getting out a new one.




A man on a horse arrived in the village, his ride a simple horse. He wore a hood that kept his eyes hidden but his chin exposed. Ignoring his surroundings he made his way past the village. People ignored him as he rode through the wreckage.

The only thing he appeared interested in was keeping himself balanced on the horse as it evaded and walked over the mess. Passing the party on the way through, the could see he was a Hylian older than them.




In the sky birds flew around, marking the areas where ample food was exposed the elements. In those spots, children were picking up fruits and vegetables. Some weren't really sure what was going on while others were making haste to save what they could.

The kids not trying very hard cause a glimpse of a shadow above them. Looking like a big hawk, it was attracted by the smell of fish. Then the sound of a fiddle caught their ears. Looking at a strange body they wondered why anyone would be playing any music at this moment, especially a song of triumph.



A Zora fisherman was at the beach already, throwing live fish back into the water while picking out the dead ones. It was obvious that something had to be done to keep the lake alive with a food supply. The Zora was all to aware.

When he turned his attention toward the water, a mist was enveloping the area. This was only normal when the hot weather was chilling due to a cold wave of air spreading through the area. Wondering what caused the place to become so chilly, he hurried to find his way back to the village with a large net of dead fish.

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