Waking of Tuesday, March 7, 2017 ~ 6
There were inordinate numbers of
bokoblins near the road as I came closer to Hateno Village. Some of them were
even attacking people off in the woods.
I could see the dizzy stars circling their poor beat-up heads as the bokoblins
wailed away at them with their clubs and sticks....
But when the bokoblins saw me, they
left off and came my way, becoming my problem instead. But red bokoblins were
easy enough to deal with; they rarely gave me trouble anymore.
But I did not dare go near those
people now running about the woods, no doubt looking for their savior, or
running to get caught somewhere else....
It stank of hero-bait to me.
I done did my good deed, and I didn’t
need a kiss on the cheek for it.
I went into the village.
A little boy asked me if I wanted
to see what he found.
I’d seen this kid before. He’d
asked the same thing before, but then run off in an unexpected direction and I had
lost him completely.
“Sure,” I said, and followed him
closely this time.
He brought me down a little path
around a high bank of earth, to a dark statue, hunched with its knees beneath
its chin, and with horns sprouting from its forehead.
The boy said it looked just like
the one in the Chief’s house.
I.... looked at it.
It might have been an artistic-license take on the Goddess Hylia....
after all, that one in Kakariko had looked very different from the one in the
Temple of Time....
The option came to Pray. So I
prayed.
The tiny cinematic heavenly light
came.... but after only an instant it turned dark, purplish and foul, like an
evil cloud circling the statue’s base.
“Ah, so there are still some who
pay me homage,” came a disembodied voice.
“You can talk!?” I said.
“Why yes.... you can hear me?”
“....Yes.”
“Now, that is interesting....”
The statue asked me what I was
praying for. Long life? Wealth? Like the rest of my kind? This entity—whether
male or female I did not know—used to deal in such.... dealings.... until the
Goddess Hylia, displeased with its conduct, had trapped it in this statue.
It started talking about.... began
to suggest making some kind of bargain
with me....
Another cinematic ensued.
It cut to Link. He looked at the
statue. Furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes shrewdly, cautiously.... began
to react to something.... something that
looked bad....
And everything went black.
And silent.
SRP claims it was some kind of a tripped
breaker that caused the power outage in my neighborhood, but....
I’m pretty sure it was, in fact,
the satanic statue of Hateno Village.
Oh, I did not envy whatever man
they sent to sort it all out....
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