The Dusk Dragons: Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Anger of the Past

*NOTE: Mild use of  iambic parameters. DO NOT WORRY. I use current language, I just wanted the words to flow a bit, to put in a difference in timing along with a unique writing style. Now, on with the show!
   

"What happened then?" Groose inquired, slouched against the cold stone wall.

    "Well...plenty of things, really." Her voice trailed off, "To begin with, she had inhibited only a sheer fraction. More of...a puppet, manipulated to its host's well being. Of course Demise took advantage of this, for he was truly the other half that he was split into when he was defeated. Such an awesome power is to be awed at, and cannot be contained all at once. One cannot blame her, oh yes, for she was a fair young maiden, to be wooed into the deceptive nature of fear...."

    "So....did Majora...destroy your tribe?" Groose asked.
   
    "Almost, as the flames were fanned when she recruited."

    "Who'd want to join that cult?" He remarked, in disbelief that anyone would do such a thing.

    She only responded with a light chuckle, "Demise was much more devious than that...you see, the Sheikah were all a tribe in perfect unison, living under a strong government, led by a tribe leader, with his band of advisers, a thriving market, and a next to unbeatable army. It takes a lot to bring something like that down to its knees...Perhaps it's funny how in a few decades we were reduced to a band of nomads, wandering the recesses of the world's corners."

"Then...what did Lugh do?" Groose couldn't help but ask what a possibly heartbroken man could do...

"That would be...for lack of better word, attempt to win her back, as they might say, however by the time the Civil War had broken out, the Interlopers and the Shiekah already hated each other. Hate with out reason, to simply put it...."   

***

    Lugh woke up to the sun's warming light streaming through, filtered by his curtains. 'Another day, another debate.' He thought, putting on his formal attire. Lately there had been a new, radical group, the Interlopers, popping almost from thin air, and well joined into the Order, but lately their activity had been...suspicious.

    Their antics were, unorthodox, unheard of, but appealed to the many a person's insight on life. A place where equality, a place devoid of famine, theft, and jealously, where all can live in perpetual balance and happiness. When their plan was unveiled at the latest meeting a riot had erupted, they called it, dictatorship, a work of evil, when asked why of decision they simply responded. What evil is in this, you hear say, the evil that ebbs from the lack of freedoms, mind-fullness, where speech is hindered by the scabbards of army men!

    Interlopers only responded quietly, as their plan was for the benefit of all, not some, as the inequality of the economy was covered, but still reeked of their putrid smell. They, so swift, cunning, so ingenious, they, who point to the ideals of the Gods, put up their gravestones, more of, every point striking their status into the wells of an abyss. One of a sane mind, ho! Would immediately revert to their likings in a finger-snap.   

    What really pointed out to Lugh was, really, that his friend, Majora, was the mastermind of all this. Ever since that walk in the park were she rambled into the cave, leaving him basking in the mid-afternoon sun, ah, he could recall it as swiftly as their first kiss. Under the rain, under the stars, under the heavens of so the stars which looked down in such envy.

    He was of 27 years, she of 26, still young, living the life as any elderly would if they had the chance to reclaim such passing years. Nature herself didn't chance, the woods where they still wander have the trees, ever so slightly taller, and that was merely all. She said, she had a new thought, a eureka! He urged her to push it into the Parliament, but first she said, with a small whisper, that she needed supporters, and so supporters she needed.

    And so she did, with such, power, grace and intelligence that a politician would drop gaze at, new people, coming in by the tens, hundreds even, supported her, as servants would to their merciful lord. They called her, Lady of the Heavens! Oh Mrs. Majora, to bring us our hopes, dreams lofted upon the south wind! Ode to her words of strength, our faith in you is undying our merciful leader!

    Brainwashed, many called them, but alas of glue they stuck, pushing the revolution down the halls of the great Hall of Minds, and onto the Throne of Bethesda they willed. What disturbance they caused! What destruction, what agony, what words spat to and fro, a battle of new standards has arisen.
   
    Two factions, loyalist, and interlopers, for their name bred the power to intervene any misfortune that would bestow any civilization to its knees. For almost three years this has gone through, back and forth, as certain as the tides crawl up and back throughout the day. Even blood hast been spilled on the marble floors for such control over the empire, one blamed the other, and its wailed on and on.

    Today, oh, he was going to Majora, as she sent a messenger to his house a fortnight ago, telling him, 'Avast! The sails of our movement have finally caught wind, tonight my love, for we meet whens the sun touches the top of the spire.' Oh, he thought, by the church, an hour before midday. When he woke up to the glint of the day, it twas nearly mid-morning. So he sets of on his little stroll down the streets. Plagued by the debates, each store was hung with faction symbols, where one could eat, and sit at another and get their bottoms whipped at the post.

    It was war, no not war on the scale in which the heads of others were hung to display their unworthiness of the mere existence, more of, their simple belief was enough to be welcomed like a king, or treated like a slave. Their mighty institutions now had signs, a 'Loyalist' waiting room, freshly refurbished every hour, it seems, and 'Interloper' where the place was not even fit for a hog.

    Intolerance, only based on the mere fact of thought! Of thought! How absurd that one could be, but as of they, as different as day and knight, and fought like heaven and hell. Could peace ever be achieved with such agony, pain, ignorance, and sheer lack of the common person's conscious to make such an easy decision, but prejudice, they hear say. Blinds you.

    It was the church, its massive spires scraping the heavens, and he knew where their contact would be. The meeting would be in a secluded area, under the mighty oak, where they always met, since they were children. There he was now, underneath the trees, and from the shadows she came, her beauty undying, undeniably fascinating.

    "Majora, what have you come here to tell me?" His voice gentle on the notes of the leaves. She was still dressed quite exquisitely in her formal gown, etched with the symbols of her 'cult', etched with intricate designs of purple and red, the cuffs of her arms designed with triangles of green, red, blue, and yellow. However, despite the changes that had come and gone with the passing of the moons, he could still see her, what youth still shone with resilience from so long ago. As of, he could almost see the purple, lusty eyes that would captivate any man, now dull with the debates that raged.

    "It's gone too far, Lugh, its too much, they won't agree with us, don't you know?" Silently pleading, she sat down on the lush grass. The birds chirped in the spring air, fore-bearers of warm weather, but not of warm likings. "Listen, please, for I have pondered upon this decision for weeks, months, and so my heart years against my mind, warring for dominance, and I have come to one conclusion!"
   
    "And that would be of..." He trailed off, fearing as of the answer she would've provided would invoke such as of years of sadness and tears.
   
    "We're leaving, the Interlopers and I." She allowed the words to work its way into the soft realm of his conscious, now exposed to the elements that would batter it away into a pulpy mush. "Us, we've seen the light against the darkness that has chained us, souls, beings to the harbingers of the earth. I have started this revolution, only right that I lead it, to the heavens, where true Paradise, the Ultimate truth, what the Gods have shielded from us. She pointed at the rising moon (hint hint).

    "No...stay...please..." He choked, for no better words could be produced, as he took her hand, oh fair and soft, onto his lap. Despite of, he could only watch in utter despair as she shook it off, only to say.

    "It is an impossible task, keeping up with this, a battle where only the Creators, so mighty in their will, can barely win in a battle of wits, odds, insults, curses, and hate. They only hate us, because we have only seen a part of the begone truth, whereas they only protect it, in its fear that it will destroy us. What destruction? What fear? We have nothing to lose, but oh, nothing else. For that, we will bid them a swift good-bye, and to our own path, to the pure light that will illuminate our bodes to the holiness of Heaven. Hark, will you now?" She asked the favor in return, and he was taken well aback, for his shock came a diluted sentence.

    "Even if I wanted to, I run the best Swordsmanship Academy in the kingdom I--"
   

"Leave then! We could use a top-class swordsman here..."

    "But how--"

    "Do not but! Do not how! For once you have joined with us, your doubts will dissipate into the void, where it will settle with them!" Pointing at the castle center, she continued her monologue, "What do you have to fear, what holds you back? Have you not understand?" She turned to him...tears began stream down her fair cheeks.

    "Why....won't you understand, is simply only what I ask of you," Lugh clasped his hands over hers. "Why? You see what all of this, the hate, the segregation of us Sheikah, into two... Haven't you seen, open your eyes!"

    "No. What they do not see they take out on us! In all, we must have left, then all of which you speak of would not have transpired, for they will no longer exist to fight our enlightenment....for the grand scale would have engulfed us in all its glory, and destroyed Them in their hate. If you won't come, then be pity of it, stay on this tainted land where you'll rot into the roots of hell! If....nothing....dismiss it, let me be, and we'll continue down our paths of fate...." she turned, her eyes laden with the sorrow that had befallen.

    It would be the last time he would see those majestic eyes. Donned with youth, vibrancy, the ones that he loved wore.

***

    "I'm sorry, it's getting late, I must go." She stood up, "My master would be very angry at me, talking to the prisoner, fortunately even he depends on his wards to detect your movements. As she made her way for the door, Groose asked one more question.

    "...Thanks, for well...everything you've done, the food the story, all that." He thought a bit.

    "Your point is?" She asked.

    "Well...I was just wondering what I could call you by...I mean...your name." The words came out in a jumbled but legible manner.

    She only smiled, "It's Ramlah, and don't worry, I'll get you out of here....one way, or another"

    "Why? All this, I mean....certainly I couldn't be of all that importance to you..." He pressed.

    She laughed, then winked at him, the strands of her red hair mingling in the candlelight, "I think you might know why...anyway, you're of more use that you think you are, as my mother once said."

    Ramlah closed the door behind a dumbfounded Groose.