The Empty Crown

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terminasentrepreneur:

Ayer said nothing in return, no taunts or jeers, or even threats as he leapt high into the air. His expression like a mixture of both furious and delighted. Had his eyes been visible, Dae would have seen the bloodlust reflecting on the brilliant red surfaces.

He dodges, the heavy blade catching and cutting off an edge of his already tattered cloak, causing Ayer to smirk as he got in a direct hit on the massive invader.

“Eh?!” Deadly serious expression gone, Ayer stumbled backwards. His blade… didn’t penetrate?

“That’s not right! I got a direct hit on you!”

Dae hisses, he’d missed, his jaw set in both disappointment and anger. “Tsh, you’re pretty fast.” He picks up his blade and drops it onto his shoulder with the clanking of heavy metal as he looks down at the spot on his side right under his shield. 

There were red marks from where he’d been hit, but there was no blood. “That stung.” He grumbles, a bit of the wraps around his hips torn however. He stomps his foot, shaking the ground just a little. “Giants blood runs in my veins, giving us skin of stone. Do you not believe me to be Ikanian now, Curr?” He would just have to keep swinging. “Your speed will not last forever. PREPARE YOURSELF!” He side swipes the huge sword at the surprised Ayer. 

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Now Dae had done it.

“How dare you! I’ll cut your tongue out of your mouth!” He hisses, reaching back to remove his two long blades and cross them in front of himself. 

“Theres a reason your “people” your had to retreat to Goddess knows where! You should have been swallowed whole by the desert storm!” His heels dug into the hot sand, and as a ring of fire sparked to life around the both of them, Ayer charged into battle.

He snorts back his laughter, holding up his shield. “There it is, a fire in your belly! If you are to die at my hand, at least die standing tall like a man!” He ignores the flames for now and as Ayer charges him, brings his heavy blade down in an attempt to cleave the little ninja in two. 

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The sword hit, destroying the rocks and within an instant the garo ninja had leapt out of the way, now standing several feet back, he started a slow clap. “Are you through throwing your tantrum now, boy? Or shall I say your royal-nuisance?” He asks, a sudden gust of wind whipping his cloak over his shoulder. 

“Because if you are, I’d really like to get back to my hot bath.” His nose wrinkled a little, visible even under his blindfold. “Ahh…But what’s a little more bloodshed going to hurt?”

“Enough!” Dae snaps. “I could care less if trash like you believed me or not. What matters is you are my enemy, and like my ancestors before me I will color the sands with your blood in honor of my fallen brethren.” He steps back, ready to strike again. “You say these lands belong to you? Then prove it, if you can remove me from these sacred grounds by the power of your own hand, I will leave.” 

He stomps his feet, keeping his stands strong and wide, his blade catching the sunlight, he even removes his helmet, letting it drop onto the sandy ground with a thud. “Or I suppose you could return to your bath. I hear it is not uncommon for Garo to have no honor. Why start now?” 

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emptyking:

He jerks in surprise, looking over at the little figure that has silently appeared. He stands up. “I could ask you the same thing.” He says, his voice deep, to match his size. He did not expect anyone to be out here, the desert air was harsh and dry, not favorable living places for normal people. That and the land was cursed, his own Stalfos mask hung at his hip as he points at the little thing. “This is sacred land, you have no right to stand in this court yard. Remove thy self, tiny curr be-“

He stops speaking as he gets an eye full of the newcomer. Brown cloak, bound feet, sash of ruins, and a hood. His eyes pop open so wide he was sure they’d fall out, before he grabs his huge sword and hefts his shield. “Garo!” He snarls. Only ever seen them in story books, but every person in his tribe new what one looked like! So it was true, they had survived the final days. 

Oh, this was too funny! A chuckle escaped his lips as the giant spoke so confidently. “No right? Is that so?” He asks, amused. “I’ve been living here my whole life. If anyone should be leaving, shouldn’t it be you?” He asks, his long desert cloak billowing ominously around him.

“Garo, yes! I’m surprised you figured that one out on your own! If I had a treat on me, surely it would be yours.” An evil smile covered his face, Ayer now starting to understand just what was going on here.

“You’ve picked the wrong team to root for. Are you suicidal, or just clueless? The people of Ikana are long dead. Their castle lies in ruins, this wasteland rightfully belongs to the garo,” He jerked his head toward the direction of the massive tower in the distance. “All that remains here is my people’s impenetrable stronghold, and the never-resting souls of the damned, but I’m feeling generous enough to let you leave now, since you’ve provided me with a good laugh, and I’ve just washed up. So why don’t you run along now, boy?”

“ERRAAGGGGHHHH!!!” He roars, and at the end of Ayers speech he’s met with a huge ornate sword coming down at him. The Giants horse rears, its own massive hooves clomping down on the ancient stone. “IF ANY A BEAST WERE TO LEAVE MY KINGDOM IT WILL BE YOU AND YOUR TRAITOROUS KIND!!” 

“The Ikana people live! In the sand beyond your filthy reach, I have come to reclaim our homelands and to do this I will strike down anyone that stands in the way.” His sword had destroyed the rocks right before Ayer’s feet. Sending chunks of stone in all directions as the soldier leers over the smaller ninja. “I am Daeran Du Ikana, a direct descendent of Igos Du Ikana, thus I am the rightful King of my people.” 

He picks up his sword, dust falling off it like smoke. “I will give you a chance to surrender, for I am merciful.” Dae growls at him. 

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Suddenly, it was as if the very ground had shook under his tightly bound feet. Ayer blinked, bewildered and confused. Gibdos? No…too loud to be one of those disgusting creatures. And slightly more pleasant smelling, too.

He turns, scrambling back up the crumbled wall to peer over the edge, his red eyes widening as he caught sight of the massive man, idly relaxing as if he had owned the place!

He reached up, pulling his headband down to cover his eyes with a sneer before dropping down into the castle’s ruined courtyard.

“You” He called, his head tilting back in a challenging manner. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”

He jerks in surprise, looking over at the little figure that has silently appeared. He stands up. “I could ask you the same thing.” He says, his voice deep, to match his size. He did not expect anyone to be out here, the desert air was harsh and dry, not favorable living places for normal people. That and the land was cursed, his own Stalfos mask hung at his hip as he points at the little thing. “This is sacred land, you have no right to stand in this court yard. Remove thy self, tiny curr be-“

He stops speaking as he gets an eye full of the newcomer. Brown cloak, bound feet, sash of ruins, and a hood. His eyes pop open so wide he was sure they’d fall out, before he grabs his huge sword and hefts his shield. “Garo!” He snarls. Only ever seen them in story books, but every person in his tribe new what one looked like! So it was true, they had survived the final days. 

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terminasentrepreneur:

Nothing. Just as he had thought.

With a sigh, the cloaked figure pulled the white cloth covering the lower half of his face away from his mouth. Stupid Sakon…always paranoid. He’d kick his friends ass for interrupting him in the middle of his bath for this!

He drops down from the partially crumbled wall of Ikana’s castle gate that he’d often used to get a good look at the entire canyon, the sun’s rays intense even through his robes, but his bare feet had long since been affected by the hot sand.

“No man would willingly travel through this heat. Sakon, I don’t know what goes on in that misshapen little head of yours sometimes…”

It didn’t take long for the sounds of walking to be heard on the other side of the wall. The sounds of a horse snorting as its hooves kick up sand. But the idea of getting a horse over the palace walls was silly, unless that sound Sakon had heard was the ancient gates opening?

Daeran Du Ikana turns to face his horse, moving the beast into the huge court yar, strewn with ruins and plant life. It seemed that the water had returned under the palace. He wiggles his toes in the grass, smirking behind his face wrappings  his helmet catching the sunlight as he walks around. His heavy foot falls thudding on the stone work as he walks around a huge fountain and leans down to drink with his horse. He sits on the edge and looks back up at the palace. 

He’d made it at last. It looked broken, yet at the same time filled him with pride. What life! Mountains, and rocks, much more impressive then the once his people lived around in the Ocean of Sand. He removes his huge sword and shield to relax in the shade for just a bit. Unaware that not far away were peeping eyes. 

Take me to the River.

forgetfulfish:

emptyking:

“¡No!” He steps towards the zora. “The temple and the valley is cursed! By blood unrightfully spilt, filling the rivers and the canyons.” His fists clench and his eyes narrow, but he backs off. This little creature was no threat, he feels bad for getting angry and he sighs.

“What is it you seek exactly, what is it you know about this Temple?” It never hurt to learn the truth, this could be a trick. 

He raised his spear somewhat at the angered tone as sudden steps. “A curse does not frighten me.” He narrowed his eyes right back, what more was there for him to loose? His life?

“I know nothing about the Temple…I do not even know what it is I’m supposed to find in there.” He sighed deeply, traveling with no memories was more tiresome then one might have expected. “I only know that there is something within that temple that can restore my memories.”

His eyes narrow for a moment, the soft blue glowing. “I see, yes, alright. You may join me in the Temple, if the Temple finds that you are worthy you will not die.” He turns back around and makes his way up the hill back towards his supplies. “Though how a feesh is to survive in the Temple, I do not know.” 

“But I commend you for your bravery non the less. That is good, yes? Come, staying in the valley at night fall is not a very good idea. Not even for feesh.” He pulls up his saddle backs once he reaches the dead beast and throws them over his shoulder like they weighed nothing at all.

Putting his hand down he closes the horses eye, muttering a small prayer. Before reacting quickly and putting a dagger through the head of the jumping octorock before it could get him too. “Miserable creature.” He walks into the water and grabs it. “I hope you do not have qualms about eating your brethren.” Cursing in a language not spoken in the valley for centuries. 

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Take me to the River.

forgetfulfish:

emptyking:

He freezes, like a cold chill running up his spin he turns to look at the fish, his eyes wide, and the tips of his pointed ears pink. “What do you know of the Temple?” He asks, his accent a little thick. “You are not looking to go into it yes? It is dangerous.” He turns to face Erdan, walking back towards the shore. “It is a sacred place, that only my people can traverse.” 

“I know very little, and it might be dangerous but I don’t have any other choice.” He followed along in the water, making sloshing noises as he went. “Something was taken from me, what I need to get it back is within that temple.” He mulled over it if this giant of a man spoke the truth, it sounded as if he could travel in the temple safely. “Let me go with you, if that is where you are going.”

“¡No!” He steps towards the zora. “The temple and the valley is cursed! By blood unrightfully spilt, filling the rivers and the canyons.” His fists clench and his eyes narrow, but he backs off. This little creature was no threat, he feels bad for getting angry and he sighs.

“What is it you seek exactly, what is it you know about this Temple?” It never hurt to learn the truth, this could be a trick. 

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