Waking of Saturday, May 27, 2017
From the Riverside Stable I
wandered into the dangerous central plains just to scope out a place called Whistling Hill. That was a cool name, I
thought.
It was only a short distance away,
but, ever wary, I crouched almost the entire way up there. But there were just
a few birds and a copse of trees.
A wicked-looking spot to the north
caught my eye; seemed to be a nest of baddies. As long as I was out here,
thought I’d scope it out too.... until I saw the Guardian creeping around the
top of that hill.
I reversed course immediately,
crouching slowly back through the tall grass....
But what made me keep going?
Why did I decide to crouch further
into the field?
Maybe I just wanted to see how far
I could get.
I crouched through the entire field,
marking the places where Guardians lurked on my map, and skirting wide around
them.
I made it all the way to a place
called the Sacred Ground Ruins.
David was right—there was a memory here!
I’ve been wont to take
self-portraits at these places.... though there wasn’t a lot of time to finesse
my composition this time. I don’t suppose I mind the targeting laser on my arm
in this one....
The sun shone in my memory.
Princess Zelda, in a beautiful blue
dress with golden trim—reminiscent of my sword sheath, really—stood and prayed
with her right hand outstretched, palm toward me as I knelt in the center of
the ornately carved stonework, in the middle of the Sacred Ground.
The Champions stood nearby.
Zelda’s words seemed almost
recited. Link, Hero of Hyrule, you have proven
yourself worthy of the Master Sword.... whether
skyward bound, adrift in time or steeped in the glowing embers of twilight, the
sword with the power to banish evil is bound to the spirit of the Hero.... May you both grow stronger together....
Some such words.
“Well this is uplifting,” the Goron rumbled. That must have been Daruk. “She’s making it sound like we already
lost!”
“You’re the one who suggested we
appoint the chosen knight in this ceremony with all this pomp!” or some such
words from the bird-man, the Rito. He
had a voice like a well-polished rapier, and his blue-grey plumage lay brushed
back from his face in three elegant crests. “I think I’m on the same page as
the princess regarding.... this boy.”
“Give it a rest,” said the Gerudo.
Her eyes were strikingly green. And
she looked so strong for a woman....
“That boy is a living reminder of her own failures.”
Mipha was there, too. But she
didn’t say anything.
“At least, that’s how she sees
him,” the Gerudo finished.
Princess
Zelda’s failures?
Me?
What
did it mean?
I re-entered the present, and
ducked beneath the stonework just in time. Peering up over the edge, I could
still see the Guardian glowing an angry red and pacing back and forth beyond
the trees to the north.
“Oh geez that thing’s agitated....” I muttered.
After it calmed down, I just crept
closer to the castle, chucking bombs at another Guardian over the old city
wall, and chewing on my thoughts....
What
did it mean?
And that other shrine glimmered in
the distance.... far to the east....
What
did it mean?
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