02-17-2016, 05:37 PM
“All that remains.. is blood.” The words rang through Link’s mind, echoing constantly as the boy mulled the past few hours over. He ran. He left Erik and Yuki behind to suffer whatever fate the monster had planned for them, with nigh on little regard for them, he turned and ran. The Hylian’s mood soured, as did his expression. He pushed himself to his feet with a groan, regardless of his now healed injuries, they were still sore.
“I’m taking a walk. I won’t go far..” Link stated as he turned his back on the strange pair. He set off at a slow pace, mostly to keep decent track of where he was headed.
“Run, and finish this for all of us!” Erik’s words reverberated through Link’s head. They had sacrificed themselves for his sake, but why? What had they seen in him that could bring about such hope and trust in the boy? Link questioned himself, a sullen expression taking over his features. The green-garbed warrior clenched a fist, gritting his teeth together, a wave of grim motivation wafted over him. They had taken down a guardian, recovered one of the relics. He was within touching distance of another just hours ago. He was close. Despite having only one relic, he was close. With the right friends.. allies, he might just be able to pull this off, if not for the Spirit, Teucer, for his lost friends. To make this situation right. Link looked down at himself, the gleaming breastplate covering his forest-green tunic. He sighed and pulled the armor off over his head, removed his tunic and chainmail vest. All of this madness for the sake of a few pieces of armor and weapons. What could be so great that this Spirit had all of these Primes skittering around like rodents searching for their next scrap of food?
The boy huffed and replaced the breastplate, over his pale beige shirt, his tunic thrown over the top once again, in an attempt to hide the breastplate. That monster had attacked the trio, simply for Link carrying the armor, it was attracting too much attention, so hiding it would be the best option. He rewrapped the royal blue, Triforce embroidered scarf around his neck and continued his casual gait, for the first time since his discovery of the ruined city. All around the chatter of birds nesting, wildlife hunkering down for the night, peace. Homely, even. It was odd, everything reminded him of home, almost forcing homesickness on the teen. Link stifled a chuckle as he glanced around, even now, even here home was on his mind.
He felt reinvigorated, refreshed even, the strange foodstuffs the Toa had offered him had done him some good. His newfound allies irked the boy. Had he misplaced his trust? Regardless, they appeared strong, logical, calculating and cold, even. Mostly the direct opposite of the Hylian. Regardless of any sense of grandeur and ability, Link was no match for the pair, given their colder standing. He was little more than a stepping stone, if he ended up on the wrong side of those two.
Link rounded the corner, coming up onto his allies once again.
“What’s the plan, then?”
“I’m taking a walk. I won’t go far..” Link stated as he turned his back on the strange pair. He set off at a slow pace, mostly to keep decent track of where he was headed.
“Run, and finish this for all of us!” Erik’s words reverberated through Link’s head. They had sacrificed themselves for his sake, but why? What had they seen in him that could bring about such hope and trust in the boy? Link questioned himself, a sullen expression taking over his features. The green-garbed warrior clenched a fist, gritting his teeth together, a wave of grim motivation wafted over him. They had taken down a guardian, recovered one of the relics. He was within touching distance of another just hours ago. He was close. Despite having only one relic, he was close. With the right friends.. allies, he might just be able to pull this off, if not for the Spirit, Teucer, for his lost friends. To make this situation right. Link looked down at himself, the gleaming breastplate covering his forest-green tunic. He sighed and pulled the armor off over his head, removed his tunic and chainmail vest. All of this madness for the sake of a few pieces of armor and weapons. What could be so great that this Spirit had all of these Primes skittering around like rodents searching for their next scrap of food?
The boy huffed and replaced the breastplate, over his pale beige shirt, his tunic thrown over the top once again, in an attempt to hide the breastplate. That monster had attacked the trio, simply for Link carrying the armor, it was attracting too much attention, so hiding it would be the best option. He rewrapped the royal blue, Triforce embroidered scarf around his neck and continued his casual gait, for the first time since his discovery of the ruined city. All around the chatter of birds nesting, wildlife hunkering down for the night, peace. Homely, even. It was odd, everything reminded him of home, almost forcing homesickness on the teen. Link stifled a chuckle as he glanced around, even now, even here home was on his mind.
He felt reinvigorated, refreshed even, the strange foodstuffs the Toa had offered him had done him some good. His newfound allies irked the boy. Had he misplaced his trust? Regardless, they appeared strong, logical, calculating and cold, even. Mostly the direct opposite of the Hylian. Regardless of any sense of grandeur and ability, Link was no match for the pair, given their colder standing. He was little more than a stepping stone, if he ended up on the wrong side of those two.
Link rounded the corner, coming up onto his allies once again.
“What’s the plan, then?”