The Eye in the Stone
[The Field at night. A heavy rainfall. Grass slick underfoot. Lightning across the sky.]
[A lone figure standing before an outcrapping of stone is briefly illuminated. The light flashes along the blade in his hand.]
You never thought I didn't exist in this world. You know better than that, child.
[The voice comes not so much in words as in images, feelings, ideas. ialwaysfeelialwaysknow]
Because you are a part of me.
[yes]
Show me.
[The blade comes up with his arm attached. He is a puppet. The dagger is a Sheikah dagger--the strongest, the sharpest. Sharp enough to cut a living thing's throat from ear to ear, spill the whole of its lifeblood before it ever felt pain.]
[He carves this into the stone: an eye, weeping a single tear.]
((ooc: trying something plotty. maybe. I dunno. we'll see how this goes.))
[A lone figure standing before an outcrapping of stone is briefly illuminated. The light flashes along the blade in his hand.]
You never thought I didn't exist in this world. You know better than that, child.
[The voice comes not so much in words as in images, feelings, ideas. ialwaysfeelialwaysknow]
Because you are a part of me.
[yes]
Show me.
[The blade comes up with his arm attached. He is a puppet. The dagger is a Sheikah dagger--the strongest, the sharpest. Sharp enough to cut a living thing's throat from ear to ear, spill the whole of its lifeblood before it ever felt pain.]
[He carves this into the stone: an eye, weeping a single tear.]
((ooc: trying something plotty. maybe. I dunno. we'll see how this goes.))