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Rook was silent for a large part of the ride, the driver for a blessing was not the talkative type, instead, he busied himself taking in the scenery. There was a strange beauty to the patchy snow of the tundra, the various summer flowers painted a vivid picture against the white snowdrifts that dotted the horizon. For the first time in a while, Rook felt calm, the gentle rumble of the carriage and the cold wind that whistled down the road helped put his mind at ease. Beside him, one of the two Hylians stirred from their sleep, a young woman with fiery red hair, she yawned and stretched before jumping at the sight of Rook.
"What? Never seen a Rito before?"
"No, I just didn't see you board the carriage."
"Tch." He scoffed.
The young woman paused for a while, before snuggling back into her furs. "Must be nice having feathers. Keeps you warm and cozy I imagine."
"It has its perks."
"...Soo-" She paused again. "Where is it you're heading?"
"Southeast, to Hateno Village."
"Oh! Same as us." She gestured to the sleeping man beside her. "My brother and I are hoping to visit the laboratory there."
"Ah, wonderful." Rook groaned. He felt jealousy seeping into him, what he would have given to take Komogo with him, but his journey was one too dangerous for his friend.
"Name's Pam, by the way. My brother here is Eru. What do they call you?"
"Rook."
"Not very talkative, are you? We're going to be traveling together for a while, you could at least 'try' to smile."
Rook rolled his eyes, he knew there was some truth to her words, but he was in no mood to be sociable. He glanced ahead, further down the road he could see the edge of the tundra, behind him, the looming visage of Mount Drena. Soon, he thought, they would be in Central Hyrule. Pam stayed mostly quiet for the following hours, eventually kicking off her furs as the warmer air enveloped them, beside her, Eru finally stirred to life. He yawned, stretched, and much like his sibling, jumped when he saw Rook.
"Oh don't mind him, Eru." Pam chuckled. "He's a real grouch."
Still half alseep, Eru rubbed his eyes and peered hard at Rook who was busy ignoring the pair. "If you say so. Did he say where he was going?"
"Hateno Village. Like us."
"Really?-" Eru paused, lost in momentary thought. "I don't think any Rito has visited the place since that gruesome incident."
Rook's eyes flicked over to Eru. "Incident?"
"You don't know?" Pam looked genuinely shocked. "Well, I'll keep it short. About two years ago a pair of Rito merchants were murdered while leaving Hateno Village, their cart was robbed and their bodies left on the side of the road." Her eyes trailed down to the floor of the carriage. "They were nice people, we met them quite often on our travels."
Rook felt his feathers begin to rise, he only knew one pair of traveling Rito merchants; his real parents. 'But surely I would have been told if it was them?' He thought to himself.
"It's a shame really." Eru continued. "They'd always talk about their son, they regretted not being close to him-"
'Surely it has to be another pair of Rito merchants.' He told himself. 'Surely.'
"-They told us they left him in foster care with a family friend-"
Rook felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't seen his parents in two years, and they always came back to visit him at least once a season.
"-What was their son's name again?"
The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
'The Letter'
"What was it...?- It was-" Pam glanced over to Rook, the horrifying realization was etched all across his face. "Oh no-"
A deafening, eternal silence fell upon the carriage. 'It all makes sense' Rook thought, the last place his parents were visiting before they returned home, was Hateno Village. The reason they never came home, was because they were dead.
"Rook-"
"I'm fine." He snapped.
A long silence followed, until finally, Rook reached into his bag, and gingerly retrieved the letter from Heroth's Journal. He thrust out his arm towards Pam. "Look. I know we haven't had the best start. But I need a favour." He paused, sucking up his pride was a lot harder than he anticipated. "I- never learned to read. Can you tell me what is written on this?"
Silently, Pam took the letter and began to read it aloud, when she finished, Rook had a hard time composing himself. 'I would have learned of this sooner if I'd asked Komogo for help.' He thought as he buried his head into his wing. He felt angry at himself for allowing his pride to get in the way, he pinched his brow. 'Now isn't the time for grief.'
"Hey, is- is that-" Pam, desperate to try and change the subject, pointed to the journal on Rook's lap.
"Yes." Rook muttered. "It's my mentor's journal."
"Well- We've still got a long way to go until we reach the coliseum. Do you- want me to read that to you as well?"
Rook was taken aback, he stayed silent for a long time, before finally handing her the battered book. Hearing the exploits of his mentor was sure to take his mind off his parent's demise, he thought.
For the next few hours, Pam read from Heroth's journal, which recounted her experience in the Hebra region. The sun was slowly beginning to set in the distance, turning the sky into a brilliant orange sunset. Ahead of them lay the Breach of Demise, a shallow canyon that was partially enclosed by large stone spires that leaned across the road. As Pam began to read the entries detailing Heroth's encounter with Rook as a young boy, the carriage drove beneath the towering pillars. Without warning, the carriage shook violently, behind them a brief, gurgling scream could be heard. Rook whirled around. The horse pulling the carriage had broken free and was galloping off into the distance. The driver lay dead, an arrow lodged through his throat. From the shadows surrounding them, numerous Bokoblins emerged, brandishing weapons. Their eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Keep your heads down and stay in the cart!" Rook barked.
Instinctively, he drew his sword, threw down his bag, and leaped from the carriage. His eyes flicked around him, they were surrounded. Ahead of him, a red-skinned bokoblin stood waving a heavy club, to his right, he could see another monster lurking behind an outcrop, and to his left, the beast that shot the driver, already knocking another arrow. He waited. Then ducked. An arrow whistled through the space he'd been standing. In the confusion, Rook lunged at the red bokoblin. His sword effortlessly cleaving through the wretched creature. He spun on his heel, narrowing avoiding another arrow that sung past his beak. He didn't have time to close the gap before another arrow was drawn. Instead, he spun, and flung his sword point-first into the archer, who screamed and fell. Now unarmed, he braced himself as the final bokoblin advanced. It lunged clumsily, and after a brief struggle, Rook had overpowered and disarmed the creature. In one final, brutal motion, he silenced the beast's screeching with its own weapon.
Silently, he collected his sword, wiping off the blood onto the grass. He turned towards the cart, where Pam and Eru sat frozen. His eyes drifted to the lifeless body of the driver, seeing a dead monster was one thing, they usually crumbled to dust not long afterward, but a person? It was haunting. "We should go. Before more show up." He said in a harsh tone.
"A-And what, just leave the poor man here? Shouldn't we, you know, bury him?"
"Ah, of course, how callous of me. Let's dig him a grave with our bare hands! And maybe hold a funeral while we're at it, shall we?"
"Hey-"
"Pam, Rook's right. There's nothing we can do for him."
The trio walked silently out of the canyon. Eru suggested they take a detour through Central Hyrule, which would likely prove safer, and allow them to notify and patrols they encounter. Rook begrudgingly agreed, if only because by staying with them, he would be able to hear more of Heroth's journal. As they walked, and the events of the day washed over them, Pam offered her thanks.
"Rook?" She called. "I wanted to say thanks, for earlier. We were lucky you were there, else we'd be lying in a pool of blood."
"You're quite the swordsman, I must it." Eru confessed. "Consider me impressed."
"Tch, they were barely even a threat." He scoffed. Internally, he bristled with pride, this was the first time someone had acknowledged his skill as a swordsman.
"We ought to consider making a campsite soon. It's getting pretty dark.
"Can you cook, Rook?"
"I'll have you know- I'm the best cook in the village." He boasted. He puffed up his chest as his ego swelled. "You two get a fire started. You might learn a thing or two when you see my soups."
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Wow, this was a long one. So much for 'short stories'. Also, is it just me or is Rook kind've a bitch.
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Rook was silent for a large part of the ride, the driver for a blessing was not the talkative type, instead, he busied himself taking in the scenery. There was a strange beauty to the patchy snow of the tundra, the various summer flowers painted a vivid picture against the white snowdrifts that dotted the horizon. For the first time in a while, Rook felt calm, the gentle rumble of the carriage and the cold wind that whistled down the road helped put his mind at ease. Beside him, one of the two Hylians stirred from their sleep, a young woman with fiery red hair, she yawned and stretched before jumping at the sight of Rook.
"What? Never seen a Rito before?"
"No, I just didn't see you board the carriage."
"Tch." He scoffed.
The young woman paused for a while, before snuggling back into her furs. "Must be nice having feathers. Keeps you warm and cozy I imagine."
"It has its perks."
"...Soo-" She paused again. "Where is it you're heading?"
"Southeast, to Hateno Village."
"Oh! Same as us." She gestured to the sleeping man beside her. "My brother and I are hoping to visit the laboratory there."
"Ah, wonderful." Rook groaned. He felt jealousy seeping into him, what he would have given to take Komogo with him, but his journey was one too dangerous for his friend.
"Name's Pam, by the way. My brother here is Eru. What do they call you?"
"Rook."
"Not very talkative, are you? We're going to be traveling together for a while, you could at least 'try' to smile."
Rook rolled his eyes, he knew there was some truth to her words, but he was in no mood to be sociable. He glanced ahead, further down the road he could see the edge of the tundra, behind him, the looming visage of Mount Drena. Soon, he thought, they would be in Central Hyrule. Pam stayed mostly quiet for the following hours, eventually kicking off her furs as the warmer air enveloped them, beside her, Eru finally stirred to life. He yawned, stretched, and much like his sibling, jumped when he saw Rook.
"Oh don't mind him, Eru." Pam chuckled. "He's a real grouch."
Still half alseep, Eru rubbed his eyes and peered hard at Rook who was busy ignoring the pair. "If you say so. Did he say where he was going?"
"Hateno Village. Like us."
"Really?-" Eru paused, lost in momentary thought. "I don't think any Rito has visited the place since that gruesome incident."
Rook's eyes flicked over to Eru. "Incident?"
"You don't know?" Pam looked genuinely shocked. "Well, I'll keep it short. About two years ago a pair of Rito merchants were murdered while leaving Hateno Village, their cart was robbed and their bodies left on the side of the road." Her eyes trailed down to the floor of the carriage. "They were nice people, we met them quite often on our travels."
Rook felt his feathers begin to rise, he only knew one pair of traveling Rito merchants; his real parents. 'But surely I would have been told if it was them?' He thought to himself.
"It's a shame really." Eru continued. "They'd always talk about their son, they regretted not being close to him-"
'Surely it has to be another pair of Rito merchants.' He told himself. 'Surely.'
"-They told us they left him in foster care with a family friend-"
Rook felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't seen his parents in two years, and they always came back to visit him at least once a season.
"-What was their son's name again?"
The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
'The Letter'
"What was it...?- It was-" Pam glanced over to Rook, the horrifying realization was etched all across his face. "Oh no-"
A deafening, eternal silence fell upon the carriage. 'It all makes sense' Rook thought, the last place his parents were visiting before they returned home, was Hateno Village. The reason they never came home, was because they were dead.
"Rook-"
"I'm fine." He snapped.
A long silence followed, until finally, Rook reached into his bag, and gingerly retrieved the letter from Heroth's Journal. He thrust out his arm towards Pam. "Look. I know we haven't had the best start. But I need a favour." He paused, sucking up his pride was a lot harder than he anticipated. "I- never learned to read. Can you tell me what is written on this?"
Silently, Pam took the letter and began to read it aloud, when she finished, Rook had a hard time composing himself. 'I would have learned of this sooner if I'd asked Komogo for help.' He thought as he buried his head into his wing. He felt angry at himself for allowing his pride to get in the way, he pinched his brow. 'Now isn't the time for grief.'
"Hey, is- is that-" Pam, desperate to try and change the subject, pointed to the journal on Rook's lap.
"Yes." Rook muttered. "It's my mentor's journal."
"Well- We've still got a long way to go until we reach the coliseum. Do you- want me to read that to you as well?"
Rook was taken aback, he stayed silent for a long time, before finally handing her the battered book. Hearing the exploits of his mentor was sure to take his mind off his parent's demise, he thought.
For the next few hours, Pam read from Heroth's journal, which recounted her experience in the Hebra region. The sun was slowly beginning to set in the distance, turning the sky into a brilliant orange sunset. Ahead of them lay the Breach of Demise, a shallow canyon that was partially enclosed by large stone spires that leaned across the road. As Pam began to read the entries detailing Heroth's encounter with Rook as a young boy, the carriage drove beneath the towering pillars. Without warning, the carriage shook violently, behind them a brief, gurgling scream could be heard. Rook whirled around. The horse pulling the carriage had broken free and was galloping off into the distance. The driver lay dead, an arrow lodged through his throat. From the shadows surrounding them, numerous Bokoblins emerged, brandishing weapons. Their eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Keep your heads down and stay in the cart!" Rook barked.
Instinctively, he drew his sword, threw down his bag, and leaped from the carriage. His eyes flicked around him, they were surrounded. Ahead of him, a red-skinned bokoblin stood waving a heavy club, to his right, he could see another monster lurking behind an outcrop, and to his left, the beast that shot the driver, already knocking another arrow. He waited. Then ducked. An arrow whistled through the space he'd been standing. In the confusion, Rook lunged at the red bokoblin. His sword effortlessly cleaving through the wretched creature. He spun on his heel, narrowing avoiding another arrow that sung past his beak. He didn't have time to close the gap before another arrow was drawn. Instead, he spun, and flung his sword point-first into the archer, who screamed and fell. Now unarmed, he braced himself as the final bokoblin advanced. It lunged clumsily, and after a brief struggle, Rook had overpowered and disarmed the creature. In one final, brutal motion, he silenced the beast's screeching with its own weapon.
Silently, he collected his sword, wiping off the blood onto the grass. He turned towards the cart, where Pam and Eru sat frozen. His eyes drifted to the lifeless body of the driver, seeing a dead monster was one thing, they usually crumbled to dust not long afterward, but a person? It was haunting. "We should go. Before more show up." He said in a harsh tone.
"A-And what, just leave the poor man here? Shouldn't we, you know, bury him?"
"Ah, of course, how callous of me. Let's dig him a grave with our bare hands! And maybe hold a funeral while we're at it, shall we?"
"Hey-"
"Pam, Rook's right. There's nothing we can do for him."
The trio walked silently out of the canyon. Eru suggested they take a detour through Central Hyrule, which would likely prove safer, and allow them to notify and patrols they encounter. Rook begrudgingly agreed, if only because by staying with them, he would be able to hear more of Heroth's journal. As they walked, and the events of the day washed over them, Pam offered her thanks.
"Rook?" She called. "I wanted to say thanks, for earlier. We were lucky you were there, else we'd be lying in a pool of blood."
"You're quite the swordsman, I must it." Eru confessed. "Consider me impressed."
"Tch, they were barely even a threat." He scoffed. Internally, he bristled with pride, this was the first time someone had acknowledged his skill as a swordsman.
"We ought to consider making a campsite soon. It's getting pretty dark.
"Can you cook, Rook?"
"I'll have you know- I'm the best cook in the village." He boasted. He puffed up his chest as his ego swelled. "You two get a fire started. You might learn a thing or two when you see my soups."
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Wow, this was a long one. So much for 'short stories'. Also, is it just me or is Rook kind've a bitch.
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