02-09-2016, 06:51 AM
And there it was. The ruins of an ancient city, all roads leading into a central coliseum. The young hero wandered the paths for what seemed like hours, spurred on by a faint, pulsating aura that invaded his senses, dragging him closer and closer towards the source. The boy moved with efficient grace, keeping a low profile, all the while leaving no stone unturned as he grazed through the city in search of the unknown entity. The sheer nervous anticipation threw Link’s stomach into a roiling mess. Butterflies, of what felt like steel, clanked around in the pit of his stomach causing the blond to contort his features into yet another grimace.
His left hand remained clamped around the strange cube he had hidden beneath the folds of his tunic, something that for whatever reason gave Link a small sense of security and confidence, despite the unknown nature of the item. The sun had just began cresting over the towering stature of the coliseum, painting long shadows of the forlorn city, cracked stones tumbling from their ancient resting place and wide vines blew in the early morning wind. It was a strange feeling, really, but a familiar one. The ominous entity looming in the distance as the Hylian figured his way around the puzzle that hid its presence. This strange familiarity left the Hero of Time torn between excitement and dread. He knew some way down the line he’d end up finding someone, or something, and said being would be all too unhappy to see him and guard it’s treasure viciously. But, by this point, Link considered himself an expert plunderer. He’d done this many times, vague memories of other worlds and challenges sprung to mind, some of which did not feel like his own, but that would have to be left for consideration another time, he had a far more pressing matter at hand.
Nothing. The city itself held no sign or source of this strange, pulsating aura and so he took to the paths that lead him out of the city, to the opposite side to which he had entered. He wandered alongside a large wall that kept him hidden from view from outside of the city, trailing his fingers along the ancient, hieroglyph engraved stones, his gaze rarely straying from the decrepit, worn rocks. While he was unaware of the hieroglyphs meaning, he felt sure that a more primitive society had prospered within these walls. The boy allowed himself a vague smile as he traipsed the outskirts of the city.
An almighty THWUMP dragged Link to his senses once again, his absentminded wandering and tracing of hieroglyphs and forced one of the ancient stones free from its holding and into the ground before it. Link panicked. He rushed around the wall to where the stone now lay and groaned as he stooped to heave the stone back into place. Typically, his conservative nature had gotten the better of him and opened him wide up for an attack from someone who had been lurking, unseen or heard, nearby.
Thankfully, for the bumbling fool of a hero at least, this person was a friend. "Well, what are the odds?" the psychic spoke, "I believe that we were in the middle of something." he wandered towards the green-clad teen, hand outstretched, a grin plastered across his features. Were it not for his current hunched position, hands clamped around a rock that rested on his thighs as he attempted to haul said rock back into place, the boy would have shaken his hand. He shoved the rock back into place with an awkward chuckle and dusted his hands off on his tunic.
“You scared me,” Link breathed a sigh of relief as he reached to grasp Erik’s hand firmly and give it a shake, “Can you feel that pulsing?” Link spoke once again before setting off in a hurried manner, as if searching around. The psychic stood, dumbstruck for a moment, as the Hylian began sifting through rocks and grass alike in his search for the aura that pulsated through his very being. He was close. Very close and it was driving his wild. He must find the source. The teen peered back at his newfound ally and called out, “You coming or what?”
His left hand remained clamped around the strange cube he had hidden beneath the folds of his tunic, something that for whatever reason gave Link a small sense of security and confidence, despite the unknown nature of the item. The sun had just began cresting over the towering stature of the coliseum, painting long shadows of the forlorn city, cracked stones tumbling from their ancient resting place and wide vines blew in the early morning wind. It was a strange feeling, really, but a familiar one. The ominous entity looming in the distance as the Hylian figured his way around the puzzle that hid its presence. This strange familiarity left the Hero of Time torn between excitement and dread. He knew some way down the line he’d end up finding someone, or something, and said being would be all too unhappy to see him and guard it’s treasure viciously. But, by this point, Link considered himself an expert plunderer. He’d done this many times, vague memories of other worlds and challenges sprung to mind, some of which did not feel like his own, but that would have to be left for consideration another time, he had a far more pressing matter at hand.
Nothing. The city itself held no sign or source of this strange, pulsating aura and so he took to the paths that lead him out of the city, to the opposite side to which he had entered. He wandered alongside a large wall that kept him hidden from view from outside of the city, trailing his fingers along the ancient, hieroglyph engraved stones, his gaze rarely straying from the decrepit, worn rocks. While he was unaware of the hieroglyphs meaning, he felt sure that a more primitive society had prospered within these walls. The boy allowed himself a vague smile as he traipsed the outskirts of the city.
An almighty THWUMP dragged Link to his senses once again, his absentminded wandering and tracing of hieroglyphs and forced one of the ancient stones free from its holding and into the ground before it. Link panicked. He rushed around the wall to where the stone now lay and groaned as he stooped to heave the stone back into place. Typically, his conservative nature had gotten the better of him and opened him wide up for an attack from someone who had been lurking, unseen or heard, nearby.
Thankfully, for the bumbling fool of a hero at least, this person was a friend. "Well, what are the odds?" the psychic spoke, "I believe that we were in the middle of something." he wandered towards the green-clad teen, hand outstretched, a grin plastered across his features. Were it not for his current hunched position, hands clamped around a rock that rested on his thighs as he attempted to haul said rock back into place, the boy would have shaken his hand. He shoved the rock back into place with an awkward chuckle and dusted his hands off on his tunic.
“You scared me,” Link breathed a sigh of relief as he reached to grasp Erik’s hand firmly and give it a shake, “Can you feel that pulsing?” Link spoke once again before setting off in a hurried manner, as if searching around. The psychic stood, dumbstruck for a moment, as the Hylian began sifting through rocks and grass alike in his search for the aura that pulsated through his very being. He was close. Very close and it was driving his wild. He must find the source. The teen peered back at his newfound ally and called out, “You coming or what?”