Thread: Hyrule Before Time (Kolath x xD)

They say a hero always comes in times when evil and danger lurk. They say a hero will appear and defeat said evil and will save the day another perfect fairy tale ending in the end. Surely the tale of heroes was just a myth though she believed in the stories as a naive child. Her eyes would light up whenever her father told of tales of a hero that came and restored peace to the village it seemed as though these tales were real and she was foolish enough to believe them. But where was this 'hero' when evil itself plagued the village and slaughtered all that was in its path her family fell before her eyes as she watched the bloodshed that happened before her. Where was this hero when she needed them the most? It was that day when Dahlia snapped out of her fantasy world and came back to reality. The world was no longer rainbows and butterflies but just a mere hell whole were death was all around her and at times, she was sure she was going to be the next one to fall a world where there was no such thing as unicorns, fairies and most of all, no heroes. But there was something deep down inside that kept telling her that perhaps that heroes where indeed real and it was too early to give up on hope. Until that day happened, she was still going to have her doubts about heroes and continue to think of them as only childhood fantasies. The time to rebuild the village was now. After a recent attack on the village from the infamous king of the Gerudo and stealing their village's princess, it seemd as slaughter and carnage reared it's ugly head once more. The flames of the fire as their village was being burned down seemed to wipe out most of the village though that did not stop the villagers from rebuilding their village. In Dahila's eyes, it was pathetic. The villagers became optimistic for they knew that when coming together, their village can become reborn though the fact of the matter is, no matter how much they rebuild the village, their princess was not coming back nor would evil disappear. They needed to do something about it. They needed to join together and get their princess back themselves. But unlike Dahlia, the villagers were waiting for that hero that she so despised. In her eyes, the villagers were foolish and that was that. The blazing mid afternoon sun's rays shone down upon the villagers as they continued rebuilding their town a bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face and her cerulean coated orbs twinkled under the rays. Dahila was a young woman of pure beauty. She was of medium height with silky brown hair draped over her shoulders in loose curls her pigment was of a medium olive shade and was smooth to the touch. She wore a corset topped dress that was common among those who worked at the village inn. Although she had no major important role in the village nor did she have any skills in carpetending, she, like many others, did her part in helping with the village rebirth the best that she could in this case, her job today was handing out drinks to those in need. Here you go sir, she said with a pasted smile upon her maw as she handed a cold glass of water to one of the workers. Why thank you Dahlia, he said as he took the drink. No problem, she replied with a nod and headed to the next villager. She made her way past the high towers in which the guards normally recited and could patrol the village warning the villagers if an attack were to happen. She paused as she heard two guards converse with one another. I see something off in the distance, sir, she heard one guard say. Well, what is it? the other questioned. It appears to be someone coming on horseback in our direction, he replied, his voice remained calm. Do they look a Gerudo? No. It appears to a female in green. replied the first guard. Sounds like a passerby then. I ask of you to lower the gate so we can allow her in, though remain cautious of our visitor, the second guard replied. Sir, do you think that this could be the hero we have so prayed for? asked the first man. A gentle laugh escaped the guard. Perhaps. Though that's unlikely.. he replied as he drew the down the bridge himself. A roll of her eyes and a snort of disgust escaped Dahlia herself as she listened to their conversation. These villagers and their make believe fantasies. She thought to herself as she walked away from the towers. She started at the open entrance, staring at the outside fields and beyond. Putting the guards comments to the back of her mind, she heaved a gentle sigh and allowed a warm smile to tug the side of her lips. Despite who this passerby may or may not be, she still had to be hospitable to them and that was what she intended to do.