Ears Burning

Waking of Tuesday, March 7, 2017 ~ 3

Ears Burning

Okay, it was time to walk the road from Dueling Peaks Stable to Hateno Village. And it started off once again.... with a walk through the Valley of Terror. This time without my horse, and without Brokka [Toma].

David told me to search the Guardians at whiles. And.... I did. For ancient parts.

The ones very near the road anyway.

I ran most of the way through the Valley of Terror—yes, I think that name fits—but I slowed down for Fort Hateno this time. The place with the big wall, the portcullis, the scaffolding, the campfire.... and the woods beyond.

I saw one man on the road very shortly before I got there. His name was Garill. He seemed to take quite an interest in the old fort and its history. He spoke to me of the old tales people told of the war, and the Champions that had fought.

“But oh,” he said, “One of those Champions lost his life here, didn’t he?”

I listened.

“Though some say,” Garill went on, “that Champion was put into an enchanted sleep....”

My attention spiked. He was talking about me.

Lost my life here?

“Wouldn’t it be interesting if that were the case, and if the Champion could awake in my time?” said Garill, “It would be amazing to meet him.”

....Ah-huh.... my churning mind thought in bewildered fondness.

I passed through the fort’s gate, and had a look about the scaffolding. The view over the wall at all the frozen Guardians was.... still frightening. What could men do against such machines? Who would even stand where I was? An archer? What good would that be?

Had I really been here before?

What had happened?