There is a huge fence, made of stone, with large metal spikes lining the top, to further keep out trespassers. Within, there is a single-story house, with a strange wooden build next to it, laying vertically in a stream, which passes through this small bit of field, and pass the fence, leading off into a lake somwhere.

There is a thumping noise coming from the house, like a hammer on wood, which stops after every ten or twelve thumps.

A gate, where you were able to see the house, stream, and strange wood construct, is guarded by two guards, who are looking at the house, and talking about it.

"The man's batty! First, he starts wearing all that armor, now, he's building a waterwheel! What's next!"

"It's just a waterwheel, Derrick. Nothing bad comes from those."

"'Just a waterwheel'? JUST A WATERWHEEL!? HE COULD BE SUPPORTING GANON!"

"Calm down, Derrick. The man has never left the home, except to work on the wheel. Ganon doesn't even know that he exists, I'm sure."

"Well, you have a point there, but wouldn't he notice that this is the only prisoner on record to have a house, one that's guarded by soldiers from the Hylian Army?"

"Ganon doesn't seem to realize many things that are obvious."

"Shh! He could hear you!"

"Oh, shut up. Besides, our shift is over. Let's go get the other guards and switch."

The two knights leave, the gate to the home swinging in the breeze, but making no noise, apparently having been oiled recently.

OOC: Alright, Part 3 of my storyline.

A man had been watching this area for quite some time now. He had an inside source that this man might know Worru. He wore a brown cloak that hid his figure and the hood covered his face in shadows. He wore sandals. He also had a huge two handed sword strapped to his back. His counterpart was dressed in similar clothes. Except, his counterpart had no hood. His face was covered in a mask that had blue flames painted on, the rest was white. It had slits were his eyes and nostrils would be. The first man signaled to the second man once the guards were gone. They jumped out from behind the bushes and began to walked to the house.

"Worru will be ours for the taking," stated the masked man.

"Indeed he will, Shadowmask," stated the first man.

"Even if we are currently working on Dogura, the boss always inspired us to multi-task. Isn't that right, Legion?" stated Shadowmask.

"It is true," replied Legion. Then the two entered the house quietly.

On the walls, the ceiling, and the floor of the house, there was writing, consiting of several numbers, letters, and symbols, each of which ending with what looked like a fancy brooch design at the end.

Near one wall, there was someone writing more symbols, this being clad in green and gold armor, much like Creator's, excluding some changes: He had several horns, looking like long, spiked hair; His fingers were blunt, like a human's; he wore a cloak-like cape.

The two could hear mutterings under the man's breath.

"...not dead...desert woman...shadow man...deserted child..."

"...not right design...gold, no, no, silver...wait, it was platinum..."

He continued on, muttering about designs, and of three people, always synonyms of "desert woman", "shadow man", and "deserted child".

As he dropped the tool he used to write with, he turned to look at the two men. "Is he okay? Did the boy live? I need to know!" he said, moving with suprising speed to grab the man's shirt. "I want the woman to stop yelling at the man! I want him to stop crying!" he yelled again, his green and gold eyes shining brightly.

"Just calm down," stated the two men in unison. "What are you talking about?" they asked in response. Could this desert woman be Labufa Gerudo, or whatever her name was? They had gotten the name of Worru's mother out of a drunk at the bar. She was indeed of the Gerudo. The man could be Worru's father, and since they abandoned Worru, he would be the deserted child. But there is no backup data, they couldn't concur our options, thought Legion.

The man lets go, and takes a step back, clutching his head. "The...The woman is called 'Labufa' by the man...The-The shadow man is lost to his name...The-The child! Does he live!" he yells, jumping back to grab at the man's shirt. "Does the child live!?" he roars, his eyes completely red for a moment.

As he does, parts of the writing's glow, each glow coming from the word "Worru". The man let's go once more, taking another step back this time, as he looks around. "Worru? That-That name...The child..." he trails off, then clutches at his head again, this time screaming.

"He lives," reply the two, wondering what had happened. "Could we help you?"


OOC: I truly didn't have a lot to work with.

The man looked up, his eyes shining for a moment, then his stance changes. Once he was hunched over, carrying himself like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders, but now, he held himself up like a virtueitous king. "Thank you, my friends." he said, his voice changing into one of a man with much wisdom.

"As for help, there is nothing. But, I can help you. Just tell me what you would need." he said, pausing for a moment as one of his horns stood straight up, which he smoothed down.

"Well, do you have any information that could help us get Worru to what to be interviewed by us?" asked Shadowmask.

The man looked the two over, studying them closely. He already knew they were evil, but couldnt do anything about it at first because of his insanity, and still couldn't, since they had helped him with that.

"Well, I cannot say what would help you. Since he has no home, he could be anywhere in Hyrule. He once had a liking for a Sheikah girl, but that has recently been decimated. And so, I cannot help you." he said, before turning to look at the writings all around him. "I really should clean this up." he mumbled, before snapping his fingers, causing all the writing to vanish. With that done, he walks through the back door, a hammer slowly materializing in his hands.

"A Shiekah girl, could be Aria," they muttered to each other. They had sneaked that out of the drunk at the bar as well. "Take her hostage," Shadowmask said to Legion, before disappearing. Legion walked out and began to think through his strategy.