Rage of the Rathalos (Saga)

[Eighteen]

It was as beautiful as a day could be. The sun was shining, the wind was gentle, and the air smelt of freshly sprung leaves on the verge of summer. If not for the blatant lack of chirping, skittering, and crackling of woodland creatures this settlement would have been idealistic. However, there was nary a soul in sight.

Ghosts lived here, she was sure of it. The path was trodden but there were no people. There were homes, but she felt no presence within. It was an unusual circumstance, but Omniverse was an unusual place. Eighteen’s guard was up further than just out of caution around Ganondorf. There was no telling what sort of trap this could be.

Then, as if out of some tale in a book, they met the lone habitant of this village. At least, Eighteen was pretty sure she was the only habitant. Her senses weren’t entirely off, she had some of her old ability still, and she felt that this place was as empty as a spent tuna can.

“Nothing,” Eighteen interjected. ““But if we stand idly by while people suffer, we’re no better than the dragon. We’ll do what we can to help you, or we’ll die trying.”

She could have sworn she saw the King stiffen at her words. The woman, however, opened her door to allow them entry into her humble home. It was all wood and straw, but cozy, and warm. Although the android wasn’t fond of tea, as she’d never really had it before, she didn’t decline. Being part human meant she had to eat and drink just like anyone else.

“So how did this all happen?” the girl asked, all but pushing past Ganondorf and claiming a seat at the wooden table. Her eyes roamed every corner and nook of the home. “All of the dragon’s I’ve seen have been, if anything, grumpy. They weren’t the human eating variety. The more we know, the more prepared we’ll be at facing this thing...so don’t leave out any details.”