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Jump on three; one, two…
“Look out!” Gerad covered his
head as the stacks of baskets came crashing down on top of him. Dust filled the
small storeroom and caused everyone to evacuate into the open coughing and
sneezing. “I-ACHOO-uh, told you to be
careful.” Selene said rubbing her nose. Gerad hacked and coughed, “Yeah,
yeah.” “I told you it had been years
since anyone’s been in there.” Meria said waving her hand in front of her to
help clear the dust. “Man, you’re just getting told
left and right by girls, aren’t cha Gerad.” One of the farm hands teased. “Shut up, Malcom.” Gerad grumbled
as Malcom laughed. Malcom was the youngest of the
farmhands and only son of the haymaster. He was an intimidating sight at six
foot seven, with a barrel chest and square jaw. His brown hair was tied back in
a braid that went to his shoulders. His brown eyes danced with amusement and
tears as he coughed from the dust. Meria had told her parents about
their predicament and Malon had showed them the entrance to the old cellars
that were all that was left of the town of Parsford. Ralph had volunteered
Malcom to help them with any heavy lifting they may need to do. So far all they
had found was dust and lots of it. “Is anyone else,” Selene sneezed, “beginning
to think this is pointless?” “Oh, I’ve thought that many times
these past few days.” Calhan said rubbing his eyes. The others laughed in agreement
some shaking more dust out of their hair. Meria sat down on the grass to take
in a few minutes of sunshine before they dared the musty recesses of the cellar
again. Her gaze wandered to the south where the Moon Isle floated ominously
closer to them, each day it became bigger. “How much longer do we have?”
Meria asked over her shoulder to Calhan who had sat a little behind her. “You ok?” Selene asked him when
Calhan didn’t answer. Calhan yawned and rubbed his
face, “Yeah, just really tired lately.” “Malcom go get something to eat
and drink for us, please?” Meria asked the big boy who grinned. “Sure thing.” Malcom replied and
trotted off to the house. Once he was out of hearing Gerad
knelt next to Calhan and stared hard at his face. Calhan looked at him
quizzically till Selene gently grabbed his chin and turned his face to look at
her. “How long have you been feeling
like this?” Selene asked tilting his head to different angles. “Oh, you know,” Calhan replied
flippantly, “not that long.” “When, Calhan?” Selene demanded
in such a tone she reminded Gerad of their mother. Calhan sighed, “Right after I
brought Gerad back to life at the Forest Temple.” “And the medicine isn’t helping
anymore?” Gerad asked concern fringing the edges of his voice. Calhan pursed his lips and stared
at the ground without answering. Selene looked at Gerad in confusion as she
stood up. “You ran out, didn’t you?” Gerad
accused him sitting back on his legs. “Not on purpose.” Calhan said
flinching slightly, “Granny kind of broke my bottle.” “Why didn’t you say anything?!”
Gerad asked. “Because we were somewhat
preoccupied at the time.” Calhan replied his voice taking on a steely tone,
“I’ll be fine as long as I don’t push too hard.” “That’s not what you told me, way
back when, Calhan.” Gerad retorted not at all phased by the authority in
Calhan’s voice. “What are you two talking about?”
Selene finally demanded cutting into their conversation, “What medicine?” Gerad sighed, “Calhan being the
Lore Sage has its draw backs and part of it is aging really fast. Kelith made
him some medicine to slow it down but now he’s out.” “Why didn’t you tell us this
earlier?” Selene asked turning back to Calhan with her hands on her hips. Calhan sighed in aggravation and
rubbed his face, “I’m not having this discussion.” He laughed humorlessly as he stood up and
walked back to the entrance to the cellar. “Calhan, wait.” Meria called
after him as she got up and dusted grass off her pants. Gerad and Selene stayed
put and watched in silence as Meria followed Calhan into the cellar. “How long do you think he has
left?” Selene asked turning to Gerad. Gerad sighed as he got up from
the ground. Looking at the floating island off in the distance he scratched his
beard in thought. “Not long enough.” Gerad replied
softly.
Meria ducked through the entrance
of the cellar and walked cautiously down the flight of stone steps. Coming to
the hallway at the bottom she saw movement on her left and followed after
Calhan. He ducked into a side room a few
feet away and Meria followed. She turned the corner to see Calhan leaning
against the left wall clutching his chest with his shoulders hunched in pain. “Calhan!” Meria cried running the
few steps to his side and catching him as he slid to the floor. In the flickering light of a lamp
set on the floor by the entrance, Calhan’s face was very pale. He gasped giant
gulps of air in pain as he leaned his head back against the cold wall. “I’ll get Selene.” Meria said
standing up and turning to rush out the door. “Don’t,” Calhan rasped grabbing
her arm in a grip like steel, “I’ll be alright, it won’t last long.” Meria didn’t leave, not because
of Calhan’s request but because of his grip. She slowly knelt and waited
anxiously as Calhan’s breathing became less labored. A few moments passed and
Calhan’s grip on her wrist slacked and dropped. “Calhan?” Meria asked softly and
put a hand on his shoulder. “Hmm?” Calhan asked without
opening his eyes. “Tell me the truth,” Meria said
still soft but there was an underlying firmness to her voice, “how long do you
have?” Calhan chuckled, “Long enough, I
hope.” She didn’t say anything as she
watched Calhan breathe slowly. Now that she thought on it Calhan hadn’t been up
to his normal pace since the Forest temple, and none of them had noticed. As
she studied his face she noticed silver streaks beginning to form in his black
hair and goatee. Wrinkles were becoming more apparent around his eyes and
mouth. “Do I really look that bad to
you?” Calhan asked her softly startling her out of her thoughts. “Sorry,” Meria replied, “I didn’t
mean to stare. It’s just; you look so different from when we started three
months ago.” Calhan laughed, “It’s only been
three months? Feels like years since we set out from Hyrule Castle.” Meria merely nodded as Calhan
closed his eyes again. She sighed to herself as she looked around the small
room. It was the one they had evacuated from a little while ago, the baskets
were still scattered across the floor. “What’s that?” Meria asked
standing up. “What?” Calhan asked blinking his
eyes as Meria grabbed the lantern and headed to the back of the room. She picked her way over the
fallen baskets and past other stacks of things so covered in dust as to no
longer be recognizable. Setting the lantern on what she thought was a table
Meria wiped a layer of dust off the back wall. “Hey, Calhan,” She called over
her shoulder, “come look at this.” Calhan grunted as he got up from
where he sat and made his way to her. Peering over her shoulder at the wall
Calhan stroked his goatee. “Well,” Calhan said touching the
wall where the text was chiseled, “I’ll be. I think we might have found our
answer.” “Can you read it?” Meria asked
scooting over so Calhan could look at the text closer. “It’s really old Hylian.” Calhan
mused to himself. Meria was silent listening to him
mumble the foreign tongue under his breath. It sent chills up her spine the
longer she listened to him speak. A loud crack from the entrance startled them
both. “Oh-ho that hurt.” Malcom
grimaced rubbing his forehead where he had hit it on the low entrance. “Malcom.” Meria sighed, “Are you
alright?” “Ya’, I’m hard headed enough it
didn’t damage me.” Malcom grinned, “I brought the snacks you requested. The
other two said you were down here.” “Thanks, Malcom.” Meria smiled at
him as she patted him on the arm, “Come on Calhan let’s go get something to
eat.” “Yeah, I’ll be there in a
minute.” Calhan said without turning around. Meria rolled her eyes and left,
she knew he would come up when he got hungry enough. Malcom followed Meria out
of the small room and up the corridor to the open air. Selene and Gerad were already
sitting on the ground eating the fruit and bread Malcom had brought. “How’s he?” Gerad asked around a
bite of food. “He says he’ll be alright.” Meria
replied sitting down and taking an apple out of the basket, “We found some text
on the wall in that room, he’ll be up when he gets hungry enough.” Selene laughed, “You sure about
that?” Meria was silent as she bit into
the apple; she shrugged, “Maybe.” Gerad shook his head as he
smiled. A gentle breeze was blowing from the east carrying the scent of Hyrule
fields. The sun shone down and Gerad found his mind wandering to thoughts of
Aerica and eventually to the rest of the crew, he wondered how they were
fairing. “I miss the rest of the guys.”
Selene sighed as she picked blades of grass at her feet. Gerad nodded, “Yeah, me too.” Meria sighed as she stood up and
dusted off her pants. Bending down she picked out a couple pieces of fruit and
a loaf of bread. “I’m going to bring these to the
scholar before he starves himself.” Meria said in mock aggravation. “Alright,” Gerad smiled up at
her, “we’ll be down in a bit.” Meria waved her acknowledgment
over her shoulder as she descended once again into the dank darkness of the
cellars. As she rounded the corner into the room she rolled her eyes when she
saw Calhan hadn’t moved at all. “Hey,” Meria called to him as she
approached, “eat something.” “Yeah in a minute.” Calhan
mumbled without turning around. “No now.” Meria protested shoving
an apple between his face and the wall. Calhan sighed as he took the apple and
bit into it. “Figure out what it says?” Meria
asked him over turning a bucket to perch on next to him. Calhan didn’t answer as he took
another thoughtful bite from the apple. He wiped more dust further down the
wall off as he continued to read the script. Meria sat there in silence waiting
for an answer and slowly realizing she had been forgotten. “Calhan.” Meria said suddenly
causing him to jump. “What?” He asked startled, “Oh,
sorry, yeah it’s about the Temple but so far it hasn’t said where it’s at.” “So what does it say exactly?”
Meria asked leaning closer to the wall. “Well,” Calhan said leaning back
and taking another bite of the apple, “once you get past the poetry and find
the actual facts, not very much.” Meria nodded slowly, “Poetry?” “Yeah,” Calhan sighed in
frustration, “back in the day they were all about writing in rhymes and
riddles. Why they couldn’t just say ‘so and so is here and this is how you get
to it’ I don’t know.” Meria pursed her lips as she
leaned back and studied the text as a whole. The years hadn’t affected the
stone too much and she could see the carvings were once extravagant with
detailed pictures. Towards the bottom of the text there was a perfect circle. “What’s this?” Meria asked
brushing dust off of it. “I don’t know.” Calhan said
peering at it with her. Meria tilted her head in
curiosity as she ran her fingers over the little bulge in the wall. The circle
gave way as she pressed on it and there was a loud click. Meria snatched her
fingers back and shot off the bucket as the room started rumbling. Calhan stood next to her and they
both backed up as the wall with the writing fell backward revealing a tunnel.
The two of them coughed and sneezed as more dust was raised from the wall
falling. “What was that noise?” Gerad
asked as he rounded the corner into the room. He didn’t get very far before he
started another sneezing fit. Selene and Malcom came in a few moments later. “Where do you suppose that
leads?” Meria asked pointing down the tunnel. “Only one way to find out.”
Calhan replied picking up the lantern. The others followed him into the
tunnel that gently sloped downward. Gerad brought up the rear and glanced back
over his shoulder as they rounded a bend in the tunnel and saw the entrance
swallowed by the darkness. Feelings of apprehension were
starting to creep onto his shoulders as he remembered his solitary trip through
the dark corridors of the Spirit temple. Turning back to face the front he
almost walked into Malcom who had stopped. “What’s up?” Gerad asked stepping
around Malcom to see what had made the procession stop. Calhan had held up his hand when
they had reached an archway that led to a vast open room. As Gerad stood beside
Selene, Calhan cautiously stepped into the room holding the lantern high to
give more light to their surroundings. The room was circular with a high
ceiling. The room seemed to have been carved out of the rock that Lon Lon Ranch
sat on. As the group moved to the center Meria glanced at the floor and
recognized that it was the Wind Sage crest. “Calhan look at this.” Meria said
pointing to the floor. “Interesting.” Calhan mused
squatting down to the floor. “What do you suppose this room is
Calhan?” Selene asked as she walked towards the left. “Not sure.” Calhan replied as he
tapped his finger on his chin as he thought. Meria walked past him toward the
center of the room, something there seemed to glow. She peered at a spot on the
ground that pulsed dimly. As she walked closer it pulsed faster. The others’
voices seemed to fade away and be replaced with the sound of wind streaming
past her ears. Meria reached the point of light
in the exact center of the room and stopped. The light continued to pulse so
fast to be an almost continuous glow. As she watched it went out. The silence
was suddenly replaced by a great gust of wind that swirled around Meria. “Meria!” Gerad called then was
blown down to the ground by the wind. There was a bright flash of light
and the wind stopped. The lantern had gone out and Gerad couldn’t see anything.
A small glow came from his left and he saw Selene outlined in light. Calhan used Selene’s Sage glow to
relight the lantern and held it up peering in the direction Meria was. “Where did she go?” Malcom asked
as they all stared at the empty space where Meria had been. © 2014 Dreamer |
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