What You Are

What You Are

He stared at his hands and then at the floor, the steady dip dropping of the water leaking from the ceiling of the temple hidden deep underground. Around him, dead corpses littered the ground. He shivered, a cold breeze filling the place. He put his head between his legs and he sat down against a large boulder, breathing heavily. If his supposed “master” found out his whereabouts he would be killed. He ran away from him because he wanted to find out where he really came from, who he really was, and who his twin was, if he was still alive.

Near hyperventilating, his tried to control his breathing by using his hands as a “bag” to calm his breathing a bit. A Stalfo warrior and his Moblin partner looked around near the boy and he held his breath. Speaking an unknown language, they left, unable to go any further.

Once the boy knew they were gone, he let go of the breath he was holding and looked around the boulder.

“That…was a close one,” he said, and leaned against the rock once more, sweating. He stood up, wiping the sweat from his brow, and headed towards the exit without another thought.

Outside it was nighttime, and all the hustle and bustle of the town was none existent. Of course, no one at this hour would be near the graveyard anyway, and he knew this. He walked among the tombstones for a while, bored out of his mind and scared half to death at the same time.

“No doubt His minions are out looking for me,” the boy said to the cool air.

“I must be on my guard at all times and not do anything stupid.” He walked out of the graveyard and into the center of the town.

“I hate it when it is so quiet.” He jumped at a sound that sounded like it was…approaching him?

He stared into a boy’s cerulean eyes and became transfixed; it looked as if they glowed in the dark.

‘Why would there be someone out at this hour?’

“Why are you outside your house at this hour?” the blue-eyed boy asked, his eyes narrowing. The youth could tell that this blue-eyed, blond headed boy was suspicious.

“I’d like to ask the same for you.”

The blond headed boy just stood there.
“My home is not here, it is in the woods, and I have a duty to attend to.”

The boy, Link, was poised and ready to draw his sword if the circumstances needed it. He glared at the youth before him.

“Well, I have a home, but it is not worth going back to. So I wandered around here. I’m trying to find someone…”

Link’s eyes softened.

“Like who?”

“My twin,” the boy replied.

It was dark out and the only things they could make out on each other were their eyes. It seemed as if their eyes both had an ethereal glow. It made either one uncomfortable to look in the other’s eyes for but a moment.

“Your twin?”

The red eyed youth nodded.

“Yes, I am looking for my other half. Without him I will not find out my true purpose…my true lineage…my true origin.”

Link stared at the boy once again.

“There’s an inn just a ways from here. It is open all day long, and it is free. You need some sleep.”

The red eyed youth looked at Link.

“I have a feeling we will meet each other again.”

Link raised an eyebrow though the ruby-eyed boy could not see it.

“Maybe we shall cross paths again. With that I bid you farewell. I must be going.”

With that Link left, going in the direction the red-eyed boy had come from: the Shadow Temple.

The boy began walking towards the direction Link had pointed out and sighed.
“…Death Mountain is always open,” the youth said and went in that direction.

TBC