Searching in Shadow [open]

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She should have been preparing for her expedition into the Lost Woods. She should have been in Castle Town by now, purchasing goods that she was low on.

But the small village of Kakariko always drew her in, something about it charmed her. She admitted to liking the feeling of such a small community, but there was something else. Something more. Maybe it was that her people had lived there so long ago? Perhaps, but for now, it wasn't important.

The sun was beginning to dip behind the mountains as she approached, hood raised so none could see but her chin and mouth. It had been a long day of travel, but she felt so compelled to go and visit there. It had been some time since Nyssa had come by the small village, anyways. Maybe there would be some information for her to gather, or somebody in need of help. Jobs were often spur of the moment anyhow, and none all too pretty.



On second thought, some peace and quiet sounded nice.



The gray of her cloak helped her slip through the twilight sunlight fading over the village. Several villagers acknowledged her, but none found it too strange. After all, nothing about her caught attention with the cloak on. So nobody paid much mind as she slipped into the graveyard. It was quiet, and thankfully, no Poe were in sight. She didn't see the gravekeeper either, so she assumed he was in his small hut for the night. Fortunate. Company, for now, wasn't something she desired.

Instead, she took to wandering the gravestones, pulling her hood back as she read them in the last light of the day. None of the names seemed familiar to her, but it was soothing nonetheless. A look into history that distracted her from the perils of the present.

When her round of the graveyard was done, light had gone, replaced by the silver glow of the moon and stars. Death Mountain loomed over the village, the silver crescent shining from near its peak. Raising her hood, again, she turned and left the graveyard, intending on taking her leave for now, unless stopped otherwise.

MADE BY ★MEULK

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I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE THE WORLD, I JUST WANT TO MAKE IT COLDER.

Across the metaphorical landscape of Winters mentality raged a thundering storm fed by anticipation. On the outside she often moved with disinterest and general lack of motive, her head was never held high...and her legs never seemed to really rise to bring her feet off the ground… within she weathered the tempest of self destruction mixed misery. For the years it had taken for The Queen to grow, for her to understand her purpose, to remain hidden and carefully educated, there had always been a chance of failure. Success was the only option left to The Queen, growth a coveted and hoarder aspect. It would begin with the ashes and end with absolute control and power. From the lost and downtrodden she'd cultivate a civilization that fed on the agony of those who had once thought them extinct. This was the start, this precious moment of silence shared between functional Eyes and rising empire. A small empire...

Her empire.

And if it went wrong, all she had worked for would crash and burn...

The Queen was not immune to being nervous, she just had experience with hiding it. Her heart indeed remained cool and silent... within that black coal soul...her breath steady. Her expression that of open disinterest as they neared the Acropolis. How many of the lost had pledged their loyalty to her? There was no way to wash the blood from her hands, no way to ease the haunting voices that collected and traversed the space above her head—their songs alluring and teasing, stirring up memories best left buried. Winter had weaved her a tale of political power and dominance...Her evil did not come mindlessly...it was not meditated evil...it was not sadistic evil. The Queen only committed evils when it was beneficial for her to do so. In the end she was a necessary evil.

But in this world filled with chaotic evils and liars, which of them was the monster and which the slayer of beast? The Hylians? HA!

Her idle thoughts were only a distraction, something best left to midnight hours and lonely brooding. For now, she was filled with purpose. For now, she had the drive. She’d keep her crooked crown...though she'd never place it upon her head.

She was a Queen by principle...by policy. Not by birthright...And perhaps someone would be brave enough to snatch the crown from her cold hands...

...No... she’d destroy them all before such notions came to pass. She was not the fragile girl she was all those years ago when all she held dear was ripped from her innocent arms.

And as time passed, The Queens peace was soon disturbed...a force had rippled through her...

Her journey had brought her here now...to a village steeped in darkness yet masqueraded in the light. Icy cold optics would narrow and focus on the rather peaceful village as she stood near the door of a bar...eyes on her back as the stranger made her way inside. Her foreign appeal clear from the jump as she observed those who drank at the bar, the bartender giving her a suspicious look as The Queen stepped inside and tilted her head...


How...trivial. The Hylians had never changed...

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Silent pondering almost caused Nyssa to pass the bar without paying any heed, but a step too close to the bar, and she felt something was odd. Stopping, she looked, watching the bar, and she tilted her head. Twilight usually meant the bar was active, full of loud speak and laughter. Rounds were had, bets were placed, fights were fought. It wasn’t her first time in the bar, but it was the first time she’d seen it this silent. She watched a moment longer, before entering quietly, keeping to the shadows so as not to draw too much attention to herself. Thankfully, the sight in the bar wasn’t of everyone slain, as silence can sometimes imply.

What was apparent, however, was much more interesting.

She faced the back of the center of everyone’s attention, a white haired female who, from a single glance, Nyssa could tell carried herself with an air of regality. She was observing the Hylians before her, head tilted almost as if curious. As she skirted the crowd, staying to shadow, she got a better look at the woman, and her eyes narrowed. She looked different than what she was used to. Definitely not Gerudo, or Goron, for that manner. Feathered white hair, pale, off-color skin, and bright eyes weren’t traits she usually saw on Hylians.

But who was to say the woman was Hylian?

Finding an empty table, she sat, keeping her hood up, and waved down the attention of a stunned barmaid. After ordering her drink, she told the girl to send the mystery woman a drink, as well, knowing well she had to have been noticed by now. When she received hers and awaited the woman’s reaction to the complimentary drink, she thought.

What woman of such grace would be in a lowly village? And at twilight, no l-

She froze as it came to her. Twilight was the key. If she wasn’t Hylian, she could be from another country. But she remembered stories her mother told her, stories of a people that lived in a world of shadow.

She was a Twili. Or, at least, stood a good chance of being one.

Now she was intrigued.

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