Post by Mr. Game & Watch on Aug 31, 2023 18:42:35 GMT -8
As night crept ever so closer out in the barren wastelands of Li, it made the forests surrounding the Hyrule Crater ever so creepier. The shadows of trees looming over those who followed the path below, making them unsure if there was something spying on them through the thicket. The beaten path would soon give way to ancient stone, slabs of rock that were clearly cut for an intended purpose with faded runic symbols decorating them.
The path was not so dark or lonesome though. The light emanating from two fairies gave the area a distinct pink hue. The two were following the path with a wooden wagon in tow, they seemingly got stuck with the job of pack mule as the springy Mr. Scrubbleton the Deku Scrub pranced forward with the elegance of a ballet dancer in the middle of his set. The wagon itself, if it could even be called that, it was a simple plank of wood with two wheels, had the most precious of cargo, a feminine figure lain in place as if she were sleeping with a blanket-like tarp tossed over her.
The forest dwelling crew would come to a halt soon enough though. At their feet was a set of stone stairs that led down to a sort of stone dug in, the walls of which were covered in vines and more runic symbols behind them. Some were the classic depiction of the small adventure boy facing off against a demonic pig monster, while others had various interpretations of the Goddesses of Hyrule. Two stone statues stood at either wall, like knights from a bygone kingdom still standing at vigil. The wall at the far end of the site looked to be two giant stone doors, the seal at the center of it being that of the Tri-Force, though only the triangle representing Wisdom was filled in with a gold colour that somehow still managed to shine even after all these years. Lastly, at the center of it all was a stone slab, like a bed carved from rock, just waiting for something to be placed there. It too was covered in inscriptions, an ancient Hylian language printed around it.
As curious as it all was, the Deku Scrub was about impressed with it as the fountain at Rainbow Square. His eyes fell to the sun dial on his wrist, checking to ensure that he was on time and that his hired help hadn’t ditched him just yet. “Excellent, excellent, we’re making good time. Now, we just need the help” Scrubbleton mused to himself as he rubbed his hands together.
The path was not so dark or lonesome though. The light emanating from two fairies gave the area a distinct pink hue. The two were following the path with a wooden wagon in tow, they seemingly got stuck with the job of pack mule as the springy Mr. Scrubbleton the Deku Scrub pranced forward with the elegance of a ballet dancer in the middle of his set. The wagon itself, if it could even be called that, it was a simple plank of wood with two wheels, had the most precious of cargo, a feminine figure lain in place as if she were sleeping with a blanket-like tarp tossed over her.
The forest dwelling crew would come to a halt soon enough though. At their feet was a set of stone stairs that led down to a sort of stone dug in, the walls of which were covered in vines and more runic symbols behind them. Some were the classic depiction of the small adventure boy facing off against a demonic pig monster, while others had various interpretations of the Goddesses of Hyrule. Two stone statues stood at either wall, like knights from a bygone kingdom still standing at vigil. The wall at the far end of the site looked to be two giant stone doors, the seal at the center of it being that of the Tri-Force, though only the triangle representing Wisdom was filled in with a gold colour that somehow still managed to shine even after all these years. Lastly, at the center of it all was a stone slab, like a bed carved from rock, just waiting for something to be placed there. It too was covered in inscriptions, an ancient Hylian language printed around it.
As curious as it all was, the Deku Scrub was about impressed with it as the fountain at Rainbow Square. His eyes fell to the sun dial on his wrist, checking to ensure that he was on time and that his hired help hadn’t ditched him just yet. “Excellent, excellent, we’re making good time. Now, we just need the help” Scrubbleton mused to himself as he rubbed his hands together.
