*Insert Wizard of Oz Joke Here* (Sup, everyone <3)
"Do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls?"
"I'm not sure. Why do you ask?"
"Do you?"
"If I do... it is for the daylight that has exhausted itself and become night."
"But even night is filled with life, Link. Nothing is truly lost, as darkness is a re birthing. It's only the short time in between, the twilight, that is the source of grief."
"I've never thought about that before."
"I've given it a lot of thought.
.....
"Rusl?"
[A powerful light interrupted the peaceful calm of the spring. Link struggled to blink his eyes open against the daylight filtering through his eyelashes.]
Rus..l..
[The last colorful fragments of his dream slipped steadily away from him as he regained consciousness. Link's head spun slightly as he tried to reclaim as much of the night-reverie as he could. It was no use. As quickly as he reached to grasp it, the dream faded into nothing. Only the distant feeling of the warming calm of Ordon, and the deep echo of Rusl's voice remained to resound in his head; remained to echo alongside his memories.
It bothered him that he could not remember. But what bothered him more, was the sign that he'd awoken in front of. Link groaned softly as he dragged himself (he couldn't for the life of him remember falling asleep here last night) into a position where he could read the black words emblazoned over the front of it. In tall, ferocious wording the sign read: Desert Wasteland.
Link stood and rubbed his eyes, completely awake now. Panic's sudden grip had been more than enough to shake from him the residual haze of slumber.]
"I'm not sure. Why do you ask?"
"Do you?"
"If I do... it is for the daylight that has exhausted itself and become night."
"But even night is filled with life, Link. Nothing is truly lost, as darkness is a re birthing. It's only the short time in between, the twilight, that is the source of grief."
"I've never thought about that before."
"I've given it a lot of thought.
.....
"Rusl?"
[A powerful light interrupted the peaceful calm of the spring. Link struggled to blink his eyes open against the daylight filtering through his eyelashes.]
Rus..l..
[The last colorful fragments of his dream slipped steadily away from him as he regained consciousness. Link's head spun slightly as he tried to reclaim as much of the night-reverie as he could. It was no use. As quickly as he reached to grasp it, the dream faded into nothing. Only the distant feeling of the warming calm of Ordon, and the deep echo of Rusl's voice remained to resound in his head; remained to echo alongside his memories.
It bothered him that he could not remember. But what bothered him more, was the sign that he'd awoken in front of. Link groaned softly as he dragged himself (he couldn't for the life of him remember falling asleep here last night) into a position where he could read the black words emblazoned over the front of it. In tall, ferocious wording the sign read: Desert Wasteland.
Link stood and rubbed his eyes, completely awake now. Panic's sudden grip had been more than enough to shake from him the residual haze of slumber.]