Akira Village

Akira Village is a small player-built village owned by Erallie. You can join the Akira discord at https://discord.gg/fYKUeEW. It was made during the events of the Old World and later transferred to the current world.

## History

Akira Village was built in the winter of 2019-2020 in the Old World originally as a roleplay "faction", as opposed to the three main competing factions of the server at the time: Wisdom, Courage, and Power, which later changed into the building groups known as Koshia, Faron, and Akkudo. Erallie was the main builder of the village, working on every part of the village except for the Hylia Shrine (built by Anikila\_the\_Elf) and later the Northern Lights (built by Truckojr). She copied the styles of Enjnator, who built the first houses, and PrincessZelda95, who helped decorate the interior. After the village was complete, Erallie moved onto other things and stopped playing on the server. Eventually, the New World was released, and Erallie came back a couple months later, after which Espen, upon Erallie's request, transferred her old village to the New World. A few changes were made, including replacing the surrounding vanilla trees with custom ones (with the help of DarkOnyx171) and building the Northern Lights. Erallie also decided to forgo the village's roleplaying aspect at that time. Finally, the houses were opened for rent.

## Geographical Info

Coordinates: 2152, 74, -14385

Closest Warp: Akira Shrine

Second Closest Warp: Tower 15

Biome: Forest

## Important Features

* Shrine Warp
* Houses for rent
* Trading villager houses
* Outdoor seating
* Pubs
* Library
* Armor & Weapons Museum
* Workshop
* Secret Underground Area

## Lore

Akira. According to a distant land, this name means “the sun”, or “sunlight”. One would think a town with such a name would be an agreeable place to live. The power in its heat, wisdom in its light, and courage in the way it shines across the land.

However, like most things with multiple elements, there will be competition, and this village is no exception. It started with three brothers, all seemingly the same, but with one big difference. They could never agree on which part of the triforce is best. They used an area in the village they founded to host random competitions against each other, and soon, folks from all races wanted to join. The brothers capitalized on this, with propaganda and dramatizations of each brother’s side. Due to their greed, the situation spiraled out of control, leading to the whole village dividing into parts.

To the east, swords and bows, seen as the weapons of authority to one brother, were displayed outside and in. The houses were made of brick, not only to signify their strength, but to protect from the fires that they light to commemorate the heat of might. They also took pride in their weapons and armor, which they kept in tribute to the richness of power.

To the north, pickaxes and shovels, seen as the equipment of exploration to another brother, were displayed, and the houses were made of stone. They prided themselves on their tools rather than their weapons, to bolster the courage of those who supported them, and rode fast on their well-trained horses.

And to the south, hoes and axes, seen as the tools of collection by the third brother, were displayed, and the houses were made of wood. They proudly kept their knowledge at their side, carrying books and filling their houses with shelves full of them, and made great food to feed their side.

Eventually, one person rose up and established order throughout the divided village, and things seemed to calm down. However, the history and ideas of it have not been lost, and many citizens still have elements in their houses to signify where their loyalty lies, and anyone who doesn’t indicate where they stand is quietly looked down upon.

A building now stands in the center of the village, where the leader attempts to stop the never ending stigma. Each side also has their own building only for people of that group, standing in the middle of where their side once split off during the whole triforce debate. It’s said that there's also an underground group who believes this place can become equal, and that if you want to get away from the siding, you should try to find them.

Between you and me, a few members of town will always relent, since it’s said that the one who managed to stop the war… was himself on the side of power.

## Books

### What is a Friend? (By Erallie)

What is it like to not have a soul? To be devoid of not only sorrow, but happiness? Not only pain, but love?

What is it like to live without a friend? To languish in your burdens alone, to know that your thoughts are unseen, that your cares are unheard?

What is it like not to care?

Would a friend heal your pain? Would a friend know the answer? Would a friend know you? Would a friend care?

But what is a *true* friend? And where can one be found?

The answer to this, I may never know.

To live in the shadows without consolation, unseen by the world, and to struggle alone,

That is the curse that I may ever bear: to live without a friend, and die without love.

### Believe (By Erallie)

I had a dream. It was a marvelous dream. It was a dream of love, and of hope. Of sun, and of light. Of happiness, and joy. It was a dream of pain, and sorrow. Of tears and anguish. Of brokenness. And death. And it was a dream of resurrection. A dream of rebirth, and healing. A dream of revival.

And I hoped, and prayed that it would remain with me — that I would wake up renewed. That I would wake up restored... And then I realized that it was with me all along. The hope and revival. The love and rebirth. It was all inside me. I just had to believe.

### The Other Side (By Erallie)

Here I am on the other side, looking ’cross this vast chasm in your direction, my view clouded by darkness and dust.

I can’t see your face. I can’t see whether you’re looking back at me or looking away, your back to my face.

And when you look this way, I can’t tell whether you are pleased or disgusted, or whether you are indifferent.

Here I am standing alone on the other side of this vast chasm while you, for all I can see, are surrounded by a sea of joys and maybe even bountiful reservoirs of slender fish.

Here I am alone and sinking in my own sea while you – and this I was able to glimpse – are blazing heartily through and above the waters, without a thought of worry or doubt.

Here I am, watching your tracks which seem to push me away, and I wonder whether you’re *trying* to or are merely compelled to.

And I wonder whether your side still has a heart for me or whether I am a pest in your eyes.

Yet here I am, still waiting. Waiting for the day you might turn around and look at me. Waiting for the day when you might break through the gorge and touch me.

Waiting for that promise that it seems may never come.

### The Felt Rose (By Erallie)

A little more than a trifle. A sign of love and amor. A small token of thought.

A fabricated show of life. A plastic toy. A sign of fake reality.

A remembrance of our parting. A memory of what is gone. A symbol of what is lost.

A memory of your infidelity, of the day you turned away and left me alone to weep.

A token of that day when you walked away and closed the door in my face.

I take it, but not from you, and keep it next to your memory,

To remember always what I may never have again.