The sun had set, the moon was barely over the peaks of the mountain. The smooth winds whistled as they passed over stones that littered the flatlands. They have always done this, they will always do this.

Night.

Various creatures existed in the highlands, many wolfos and other hunting beasts. Kasei, the Rebel Flame, need not worry about them, he was far worse. He stood now, at the base of a particular cliff off to the side of the flatlands, one that held special meaning to him. He knelt down, and bowed his head, closing his eyes. The aged shiekah had climbed the rocks to this particular spot for one reason, and one reason only. This was the last place he stood before he left Hyrule a hundred years ago. This is the spot where he held his last breath in this world. To him, this place was the first chapter in his story, and the last part of his prologue. It held a simple peace, one similar to that he longed for most. It was quiet, even with the whistling winds and the howls of animals. It had it’s own tranquility.

“Content with just living in the past?” An aged voice asked, one all to familiar in Kasei’s mind.

His eyes snapped open wide, he rose from the spot he prayed, not one, but two scimitars already in his hands. He pointed them across the plains at his enemy, the one who raised him to be an elite warrior, the one who caused him eternal pain. The one who stole everything from him. His grandfather, his nemesis.

Jormand Gobi stood tall, facing his grandson, his gray beard waving in the wind, his simple robe not moving at all. “And….how have you been?” The old man asked again.

A roar of rage escaped Kasei lips, as he launched himself across the plains at lightning speed, the rocks underneath him cracking, his two blades ready, ready to cleave Gobi’s head from his shoulders. Kasei was there now, he swung his swords, another roar emanating from his mouth as he swung.

No cut. No sound to tell Kasei if his blades hit home. All he knew was that Gobi’s left knee was embedded now, deep in his grandson’s gut. Blood flew from Kasei’s mouth, into the air. Gobi’s left, claw like hand flew up, grabbing Kasei’s throat, and pulling him in.

“Well, someone isn’t happy to see me.” He said quietly, bringing his right arm to his left side, and swinging with the force of god.

Instant pain followed. Kasei was launched, no, hurled into the air, spinning with the force of the blow, he was being thrown towards the Cliffside he was under seconds ago.

A successful *crash!*, of course, followed by boulders falling from the rock face, meant Kasei had indeed hit, he was unable to stop himself in time. He was now embedded into the rock, spread-eagle, blood pouring out of his face and gut, hundreds of feat above ground. He, unfortunately, could barely comprehend that, as Jormund had already grabbed his grandson by the neck once more, was floating while he strangled his only relative. “Now now, don’t you miss me?” He said violently, ripping Kasei out of the rocks and throwing him down to the ground below, where another crack told him some of his grandson’s bones were broken. He landed on the ground softly.

“Hmph. Don’t tell me you have learned nothing over the hundred years you were gone. Don’t you want to take revenge on me?” The old man questioned.

Kasei’s eyes fired open, and he reached one ragged, bruised arm out of the hold he was thrown into. He stood up unevenly, swords in hands. “JUST DIE!” He roared, swinging the blades. An inferno, one that could encompass an army, was released, it consumed the flatlands as it raged towards Gobi, who stood stock-still. The fires of hell itself overcame him.

Kasei fell on one knee. He stared at the inferno he released, rage coming to boil within him. The fires died down, and Gobi stood, unharmed.

“Kasei, do you really think that your rage can beat me? Do you think that wild emotions can bring me down? Who do you think of when you strike at me? Do you think of Aria? Do you remember your wife? Would she have wanted you to act like this? Do you think of your children, and how they would react….if their father was just like their murderer.”

“SHUT UP!” Kasei roared, flying across the plains, swords swinging, countless tears and drops of blood trailing behind him. He stabbed Gobi in the gut. “They were everything to me, EVERYTHING! But you, you took them all! My wife, my children, my friends, all of them! All of them consumed by your wretched greed!” The Rebel Flame cried out, every word expressed as he cut through his grandfather, who smiled.

“Yes, Kasei, yes. Let it out. Release your rage, your grief, your hate, all of them you have holed up for a hundred years. Just remember, though. Revenge will not stop what I have done. It will not bring the dead back to life. You will never see Aria again, you will never meet your beloved, even if you receive that death you have longed for for so long. Nothing can change the past….” Gobi said, as he vanished.

Kasei looked on, shocked, tears falling down his face. He looked upon the uncharred landscape. No scorches, no cracks or holes. It was all an illusion.

Kasei held his face in his hands, and he cried. He cried the first real tears he had since he was a child.

OOC: Just so you know, our bony friend here looks like this:




IC: The hand of the dead one dragged across the rock face, unable to feel anything as not only did the metal armor he wore stopped it, but the loss of his sense of touch did as well. All he could do was sense into the wall, the ground under him, and everything around him. Without his eyes, unless those red lights in his sockets counted as such, he could see nothing, but with this enhanced sense of the environment, he was able to 'see'.

But one this he 'saw' struck him quick, as he recognized the signal of the being, the sound of the voice, and the sheer fact the man was only ten or twelve yards from him.

He froze where he stood, the only movement from him being his cape blowing in the wind, as he thought of what he would do now. His form, being quite the recognizable one in Hyrule, might trigger the man to attack, which would not be good, as he would then have to wait until he was 'reborn' the next night, and this was the first time he had seen this man in ages.

The skeleton gulped, or made a sound like one, as he began to step towards the man, his armor clinking as he did so, hands no where near the weapon on his back, as to be a sign of peace.

He was going to take the first chance he had in thirteen years.

The aged shiekah sniffed. and lifted his head to the sound of clanking metal. He turned his head, staring at the being who approached him. Somehow, this entity seemed familiar, like an old freind. Of course, Kasei cannot recognize freinds right now. "Who are you?" He demands, standing strait up, eyes still watery. "ANSWER ME!" He demands again, raising his swords in confused rage.

The skeleton lifted a hand, slowly, as a sign of peace. The clouds above them parted, the moonlight showing this being in all of his fleshless glory, the strangest thing of all being his ribs, as they moved, changing position for some purpose. The jaw of the Stalfos opened, and the undulating ribs' purpose was revealed: to allow air through so he could speak.

"You...more than likely do not remember, nor know whom I was, Kasei. Now, all I am is this monster, this being incapable of life, and yet I live. It was during the time I lived, that I wanted to meet you, Kasei, to see the one I held, almost like an idol in my eyes." he began, sounding as if he really did want to meet the old Sheikah. "You have something, something with my name on it in your possession, at one short while, in the hands of a young boy, who...who...who I watched over for a time. Please, as a dead man's last wish, take care of that boy. He, and his mother, were the only things I lived for, as...as I'm sure you did for me, my siblings, and our mother."

He finished, before reaching behind him to take out his weapon, a sword, which soon shifted to that of a scythe. The Stalfos then laid it before him, on the ground, and then kneeled before it, before Kasei, as a sign of a hard choice:

Strike him, thus meaning no.

Or, do not strike him, and listen to his request.

"So it is you, Reginald. This is what you have become. Your family misses you." Kasei says, still teary. "I have always watched over Worru, he is the one who will kill me." Kasei finished, summoning his own scythe. He placed it formly into the ground, its blade sinking into the dirt. "My son whom I never knew." The Rebel Flame murmered, "How did it all come to this?"

Reginald stood up, as he looked at his father once more. "I, even as I am now, do not understand the rules of the Stalfos, and why it is they chose me to become one of them. All I can understand is, they see me as a kind of leader to them, even if I chose to not strike another living being." he said, as he lifted his gaze up to the moon. "Does he see the same moon as I do? Does she? What...what would they think if they saw me..." he said, trailing off in the end.

"The stalfos...they are strange beings indeed." Kasei said. "They have a code of honor, in a way. They are more than intelligent enough to have their own civilization. I wonder why they are so different from humans, other than the dead." He questioned himself. "They most certainly do. Their eyes are the same as yours, as is their hearts. I believe that if they knew who you were, they would not attack." Kasei said encouragingly.

"That reminds me. The stalfos race sees you as a leader of sorts? If so, perhaps you can convince them to allign themselves with the gods. A war is coming, and we need all the help we can get."

OOC: I'm off to edit Reginalds page on the wiki!

Reginald stood for a moment, as if thinking over what he was to do, when he lifted one hand up, armored fingers hanging down still. He lifted his arm higher, and was then surrounded by four small piles of bones, who, after a strange event in which they put themselves together, now stood around Reginald, waiting for a command.

"Go, now, to the others. Tell the catacombs to be ready by my return. The lighthouse. Two days." he said, the four StalChilds nodding, one dropping his head, as the other three ran off, the fourth running after soon as he held his head.

"Kasei. I know enough that this war...is not a war. It is a front, for something much, much bigger. The adventurers, those like you, are not to take part in it, instead, you take part in something far more important." he said, as he looked once more at the moon.

Kasei seemed to take these words into consideration. "Be that as it may, an army of darkness means to strike Hyrule. We cannot simply hope it is a front. I am assembling an army just in case. I have secured many already; miniblins, garo, deku, keese. We also have the support of many warriors. If this is indeed a war on our hands, we will be prepared." He said confidently, looking at his undead son.