Waking of Saturday, MARCH FOURTH, 2017
I cooked a lot of dishes with Giro
before I finally moved on. I tried to avoid the road when there were bokoblin
camps nearby. And as I was climbing the rocky hills south of the road, I looked
up.... and realized with a start that I was crawling over the foothills of the
southern mountain of Dueling Peaks!
I was here!
I
couldn’t believe I made it here.
I had finally made it. And that
meant....
For I had seen another tower. I had
seen another tower, an orange Sheikah tower, looming closer with the peaks—
But as I swiveled to see it, I saw
that it was on the other side of the river which ran between the peaks. The
north side.
I was on the south side.
I traveled on, and getting higher I
realized with a jolt that the tower was not actually on the other side of the
river—it was grounded in it. I could
see its glowing orange light beneath the water's surface. Its foundation must have been
somewhere deep on the riverbed.
But there were tumbles of rock all
around it, leaning up against it—had the tower perhaps erupted these into the
spiky, ringing formation they were in? Had it been buried beneath them, beneath
the water?
Maybe I could climb the rocks to
get to the tower....
I paraglided from the south
mountain to a lower track on the north mountain, and thence to the biggest rock
that leaned against the tower.
A skeleton popped up in front of me
on it.
I kissed it goodbye to the left
with one heavy swing of my sledgehammer—I didn’t have time for it now!
I scaled the tower as fast as I
could, activated the pedestal at the top with my Sheikah Slate, and the tower
turned blue. Moving parts at the top
furled upward like a crown, and a new rune distilled and dropped down into my
Slate: a map of the area.
This was West Necluda.
And it was vastly larger than the Great Plateau had been.
My gosh . . . . just how big was this world?
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