Hyrule Adventures 2

The forest.

A magnificent display of natural beauty and wonder. It is impossible to come here, to the northern forest, and not stare in awe at the natural way of the land. The trees were gigantic, beautiful pillars that reached towards the heavens. Their canopy was a large painting, every leaf bringing a grand new image to the eye. The shrubs that adorned the forest floor were like clouds on earth. This was the perfect place for a peaceful walk. When here, one would almost forget about the rest of the world, almost nothing can ruin such beauty at it’s finest.

Almost.

The grass, witch was normally a bright shade of green, had now withered away into a charred black, their life drained away as the man stepped past. A similar affect was evident on the great trees, they were dying. The small animals that lived within the woods ran far as they could, trying to get away from the man that brings death. Not all made it, not all lived.

He limped, as his right leg had suffered a great injury. His clothes were battered and torn. He had been in a battle.

His left arm was broken, it’s wood-like composition shattered. No blood flowed from it, no crimson tears escaped his body. His shoulders once held magnificent wings, they were now reduced to shattered stubs. Half of his wooden face was cracked and falling off.

No blood.

Instead, a black, evil aura seemed to pour out of this man’s body, draining away the life around him, killing the beauty that was the forest. It was unpleasant, and made the hairs on the back of one’s neck stand on end. The being was evil beyond evil, but he was also injured beyond recovery. These scars would mark him for the rest of his false life.

He lifted his head, and thought for a second.

Sovelis. He remembered, he can help me. He reasoned, believing that his old friend would indeed help him in his time of need.

The false Kasei changed course, and began limping towards Rauru Town, the home of the tempest. He raised his hand, and signaled. Several Wolfos appeared in front of him, and charged ahead to deal with any possible threats.

Now was the time for a reunion.

With how the day seemed to be, Worru was enjoying the time he could spend in the forest, surrounded by nature and its beauty. However, even when confronted with such an environment, he could feel that there was something...something off with the way it seemed. He looked around, trying to see if he was being followed, or worse, if there were monsters out this day.

The Wolfos summoned by the false Kasei weren't smart, they just had enough instinct to know that to fail their master meant death. They sped up, going quite a distance into the woods, when they caught a scent. Instantly, they sped off, gunning towards the smell. They found it, a little boy in the woods, enjoying a stroll. The hounds circled their prey, ready to strike......

Once he had realized that he had been surrounded, Worru nearly froze, hand only a few seconds from fusing to his sword hilt, as his eyes shot around at the Wolfos. His bandaged arm glowed its familiar green, enough of the courage being pumped into him to let his legs move. A bit more filled him, and he brought the blade up, somehow knowing how he would be able to fight these ugly monsters.

Worru's hand had barely reached his blade's handle when the Wolfos lept into action. In a perfect circle, they all jumped at Worru in unison. Worru's glowing hand shook for a fraction of a second, then acted on it's own. It pulled out Worru's sword, and in one swift motion, swung the blade in an arc, slicing open the skulls of the oncoming Wolfos. They died quickly, but....where did they come from?

Worru's eyes darted around, as he looked for the source of those monsters, not even noticing the move he just did. He knew that...wait, he didn't know a single thing about these monsters, save for they were called...Foxfos? Something like that, he surmised as he continued his search.

The fake opened his eyes where he stood. Someone had killed his servants. This made him upset. He limped along, his daggers ready. Someone was going to die, that was sure. He limped for some time, before he himself came upon the boy. "Oh? 'twas a child!" He sneered. "Well, boy, what do you have to say, killing my servants? Wait, don't answer that, just die." He demanded, leaping forward with his right arm with a dagger aiming to kill.....

Worru was caught off-guard by the stranger, who he guessed was the guy who made the monsters from before attack him, or at least made them appear. Now, as the was being charged at with a dagger, he would, most likely, be hit, but his bandaged arm lifted up, dragging him out of the way just in time. It shot to his sword, spinning the boy around to face this...wait, this was Kasei!

No...This wasn't Kasei. Last time he had checked, Kasei's body was in one piece, and was not made of wood. "Who...Who are you?" he asked, sword now in defensive stance to save the boy's bacon, if need be.

The fake flew right in, and his dagger collided with Worru's blade. The impact sent the fake flying. He hit a neaby tree with a loud 'THUD'.

The demon spawn stood, and listened to Worru's inquiry. "Me?" He asked, "I am a fraction of death, a piece of eternity, a fragment of nothingness sent to this world. I am the last servant of Armaggedon, you would do well to remember it, boy!" He roared, leaping in again at Worru.

OOC: Now time for you to do some cool moves and God-modding......

The courage now freely flowing within himself, Worru was able to move around with his increased agility, evasiveness, and he was a lot faster to boot! Now then, normally, he would simply stay in his defensive stance, but the courage had a different idea, the blade known as Swiftspirit swinging two strikes diagonally, one horizontally, and a final move vertically slicing the fake Kasei.

The dagger of the fake flew forward, but easily missed the now faster Worru. Before the puppet knew what happened, he had lost his left arm, and then his head! The apendage flew off to the side, and the body itself crashed to the floor with a loud 'CLUNK'.

The head of the fake didn't move. It couldn't, it had nothing it could move, save it's mouth. "Hey, you dog turd! Fix this! Put my head back on!" He yelled at Worru, unable to do anything else in his state.

Worru looked at the talking maneniquin's head, slowly and cautiously making his way to the artificial cranium, and poking it with his sword. Once he was sure it was safe, and unable to hurt him, he picked it up by one of the spikes on the head, designed to look like Kasei's own hairstyle, and brought it up to eye level to study it.

"OW!" The head yelled out as it was poked. The next thing it knew, it was painfully being pulled up by it's fake hair. "OW! THAT HURTS, DAMNIT! WHADDA YA THINK YOU'R DOING, EH? THAT STINGS!" The thing continued to yell out, obviously annoyed by Worru's missuse of it's head. "PUT ME DOWN! NOW!" It demanded. The head of fake Kasei opened up it's jaw, trying to bite Worru, even though it had no chance.

Worru glared at the head, "Boy, you are ugly. You don't even remind me of Kasei anymore. He actually waits for me to do something before he decides to start yelling or hitting me." he said, before letting his hand, which was holding the head, fall to his side, as he walked on his way through the forest. Hey, wonder if Kasei knows about this...

"WHAT? DON'T COMPARE ME TO THAT FAGGOT!" The head roared, trying to bite Worru in the side, but still failing. He then realized that he was moving away from his body. "OI, OI! TAKE ME BACK! PUT MY HEAD BACK WHERE IT BELONGS, DAMNIT! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! I'LL DESTROY YOU!" The fake roared, but unable to do anything. Suddenly, it got an idea. It waited a little, for it to turn to face Worru. Then, it breathed fire, a nice, steady stream of flames poured from it's mouth into Worru's side.