The Hero of Time Festival
7:45 AM | Kakariko Village As the sun peeked over Death Mountain, the snug little homes of Kakariko Village, brightly decorated with green, basked in the golden morning light. Further in the distance, one could easily spot Hyrule castle; it stood tall and proud with itโs purple flags whipping in the wind. From atop Kakarikoโs beautiful windmill, one could just barely glimpse the ocean of trees that made up the Lost Woods and Kokiri Forests. As always, those mystical woodlands remained timeless and green, but for the rest of Hyrule, a warm, glorious array of colors flooded the land during this time of year as a humble reminder that, just as the green-clad young hero had once mysteriously departed from Hyrule, spring was coming to an end.
The crunching of autumn leaves under small, young feet echoed about in the empty alleyway. A young boy, garbed in a green tunic and leather boots stepped into the sunlight at the end of the shady alleyway, squinting his blue eyes and shielding them with the most fantastic looking of shieldsโ only ever seen on the forearms of knights these days. In his other hand, the boy gripped a beautifully crafted sword with a purple hilt. He rose it above his head, allowing it to catch the light as he filled his lungs with air, prepared to say something, it seemedโฆ.
Before he could do any such thing, however, the hand of a spindly old woman, also garbed in a seemingly unnecessary amount of green, grasped the boyโs sword arm and gave him a hard jerk, causing the thin, poorly crafted sheet of metal to fall out of his hand. โWhat did I say about reflecting the sun into peopleโs eyes, Jun-Roberto?!โ she scolded. The young boy simply frowned in a rather indignant manner, brushing a strand of his long brown hair out of his eyes. โDonโt think I wonโt take it away if you donโt behave!โ
The streets of Kakariko Village were crowded with merchants hustling to and fro, ensuring that all their wares were in place and properly priced. Banners of green and gold overlooked the more congested parts of the town near the entrance and the well. The sweet sound of various instruments wafted over the crowds along with the many scents radiating from many of the vendorโs stalls. The bakeries were teeming with all sorts of goods for the Hero of Time feast that afternoon. Entertainers swarmed near the well with empty hats, eager to fill them and earn some quick rupees. Young children weaved excitedly through the throngโ most of them dressed very similarly to how the Hero of Time was said to have looked while others simply wore green. They chattered among themselves, acting out daring adventures and eagerly discussing the games and activities that would soon begin.
The buzz of the town only increased as Sir Orca Halbert came marching through the town entrance-- straight from Castle Town. The crowd parted as the tall, well-groomed and sturdy man, flanked by two guards, stepped briskly forward. He wore eloquent gold armor from head to foot and, atop his head, a golden helmet of
intricate design. Set into dark, tanned skin, were a pair of intense forest green eyes and two long, parallel scars wrapping around his cheek and chiseled jaw. He was a renowned hero among the people as well as a personal favorite of the Royal Family. His title did not precede his skills with a blade, however. He was undoubtedly one of the most skilled warriors in all of Hyruleโฆ if not, perhaps, also one of the most pretentious.
Although Sir Halbert's rank as a Hyrulian Knight was far beyond that of a simple guard, the Royal Family had been appointing him as the official overseer of the Hero of Time festival for many years. With so many different races gathering in one place, the King wanted to absolutely ensure it would be an event celebrating peace and unity-- that meant petty squabbles and mischief needed to be kept to a minimum and handled with the utmost care. He put on a personable grin and shook hands with those that approached him. The Royal Family wouldn't be arriving until noon, though the festivities would be well underway by then.
Across the blazing morning skyline of Kakariko Village flitted the tiniest sliver of indigo lightโ unnatural in both movement and color. Upon closer inspection and through squinted eyes, the small orb of white and indigo light housed what appeared to be a small woman only slightly larger than oneโs middle finger. If you were willing to risk overexposing your eyes you might even notice a pair of shining gold irises betwixt her indigo bangs, long, pointed ears, and translucent, insect-like wings.
She was much more natural than the bustling multitudes below, howeverโฆ filled with fat, sticky children wearing traditional Kokiri garb; most of them rotten little creatures with a never-ending sense of self-entitlement to every single little thing that catches their fancy. Lethe knew this only because she had experienced it first hand. Well, perhaps she was a little bias, but after searching for almost two years (all the while being grabbed, jarred, and nearly squashed) you probably would be a little bias, too.
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Stupidโฆ littleโฆ why did I even fly down there in the first placeโฆ,โ she muttered, cursing herself with words she knew she ought never say aloud. She had spotted a young child crouching in an alleywayโ seemingly in distress, or so Lethe had supposed. Playing hide and seek and giggling quietly to oneself could convincingly make someone look as though they were sobbing from so high up and far away. Itโd taken her a good half an hour just to get the sticky sugar out of her long indigo hair and the fine threads of her tea length dressโฆ.
As for her reason for being in town at all during such a dreadfully crowded dayโฆ.
Lethe perched herself atop the look out tower where a languid guard snoozed with his head in his hands. It was her favorite place to rest whenever she was in town. As a member of one of the smallest races in Hyrule, she found it amusing to look down on everyone. Not to mention, it was particularly helpful when it came to people finding. Today, however, she was looking for quite a few people rather than just oneโ some of which she wasnโt sure she really wanted to find at all. Nursing her long indigo tresses, she released an indignant snort.
Iโm not even sure I would consider some of these โpeopleโ people at all, she thought wryly to herself.
In spite of her feelings, however, these were orders from the Goddess herself and after being exiled for such a long time, Lethe knew she oughtnโt pass up this opportunity to redeem herself. Diving from the wooden railing of the tower, a tail of disjointed fragments of light trailed behind her. Difficult to spot for anyone that wasnโt looking up or over the village from a higher vantage point, Lethe flew steadily past the windmill and towards the entrance to the graveyard. Those who did spot her would very likely wonder at the rare, unusual site of a fairy so far from the Lost Woods or a fairy fountain.
With her mind so heavily considering the matter at hand, Lethe was soon scarcely paying any attention to her other surroundings. Namely the lurking figure in the shadows-- a lanky being in a deep purple cloak with a long wooden staff and pale legs and bare feet protruding from a long, dingy looking tunic. The dark mouth of the figure's hood followed the fairy from an alleyway for some time before, with the passing of a festival-goer, it completely vanished-- the memory of it's presence like no more that ghostly vision.
Lethe perched herself on top of the graveyard sign, hiding behind a mass of thick ivy that had made it's home there. โ
And now we wait,โ she grumbled impatiently, her eyes sweeping across the empty graveyard. For a moment, her eyes focused on the gated entrance to the Shadow Temple just beyond the secret passage to the Royal Family's Tomb.
As one would approach the steep precipice, overlooked by the Shadow Temple and tall wooden palisades, a spell of sagacity would quickly become overwhelming. The temple practically radiated with misfortune and doomโelements one normally didnโt sense yet somehow they seemed to tangibly pollute the air. It was the sole reason why the graveyard was always so infested with fog-- even on a bright, sunny morning such as this.
An unnatural wind jostled the undressing branches of the trees that crowded the area surrounding the place. The reason no guards were ever stationed outside its walls went hand in hand with the reason people rarely ever ventured within a few feet of the Shadow Temple. It was excruciatingly clear why. Some inexplicable force naturally seemed to be acting as a deterrent and one could feel it pushing at one's mind, persuading you to keep your distance. Even from her position, Lethe could feel the dark magic reaching out to her in response to her focusing on it.
Irritably blinking away the feeling, Lethe turned her attention to the graveyard's entrance.
ฮทฯฯ...
The voice of the Goddess spoke clearly in her mind, echoing as if it were the only sound in the largest room in the world.
ัะฝัั ฮฑัั ยขฯะผฮนฮทg!
The Graveyard
ยขฯะผั ัฯ ัะฝั gัฮฑฮฝััฮฑัโ.
ยขฯะผั qฯ
ฮนยขะบโั.
ัฮนะผั ฮนั ฯฦ ัะฝั ััััฮทยขั....