Two days.

It had been two days since the conclusion of the battle for Rauru. Word was just barely reaching the ears of the civilians of North Castle. Most likely, many people were worried about their freinds and family members who had gone to the fray; many Hylians had died.

Aria didn't worry. Aria didn't know.

The little shiekah was traveling alone in the field, having decided to get out for once. She knew full well how to take care of herself, and was perfectly capable of shifting to a safe location should she encounter an enemy.

She was completely confident. . . confident that she could take on anyone who attacked her.

"Well, let's see . . . Dogura's house must've been north of here, right?" She asked herself, walking north.

Worru's head was hidden under his helmet, only his large ears poking through the sides of the metal. Great...There's a war now, I'm a part of it, and to make things just even better, I'll have to kill Kasei soon! Really! Does he think I have the power to even try and hurt a rabbit's feelings!?, he thought, just shuddering at the thought of actually killing someone, with no better reason but the person literally asking for it.

With a sigh, he stopped his own discussion with himself, and stood. He threw the helmet off, then the armor, and then just took off everything but his clothes, hand bandage, and the boots. And then, finally looking like the Worru everyone knew, he spotted his friend, and ran to her. "Hey, Aria! What're you doin'?"

Aria turned to smile as her name was called. However, when she saw who it was who called her, she wasn't so thrilled, she was frowning. "Oh, it's you." The words were blunt, to be honest. "What do you want?" She asked, turning away to continue. It looked as though she would leave Worru behind. After a few yards, however: "If you're gonna follow, then hurry up, a storm is coming." And too true, dark clouds hung overhead. . .

Worru nodded, then dashed forward until he was some three steps behind, and kept it that way as he followed her. "You know, I might not have a good history with you, Aria, but that doesn't mean that being around me will kill you, or get you thrown in prison.", he said, with a sigh and a look to the skies above. "Yeah, it seems true, but I've always thought storms led to important events."

"Worru," Aria said, withought turning around, "You smell bad, have bad manners, are a fool, and I hate you. That's more than enough reason to hate you." She complained. "I heard from Kasei, about your five hundred daughters. Pervert."

"Ahh . . . let's not be so mean to each other, now." An old voice said, as a large hand swooped Aria off the ground, she herself screamed. The figure was enormous and cast in shadow, but inmistakable. He had a large,gray, flowing beard and matching hair. He was dressed in what would be fancy clothes if they weren't torn. He had an enormous scythe by his side. It was the man from Rauru, the one who had killed Xanatos with no effort, he was able to recieve no dammage. It was the demon, Jormund Gobi. "Hello there, Worru. We meet again." The giant says with glee, a finger covering Aria's mouth.

Worru was thankful he had gone to the bathroom earlier, otherwise he would smell even worse. With his eyes slowly making their way up to the giant of a man, his body trembled, until the mark hidden by his bandage shown through, now able to be seen even while under the cloth. It flashed green, and the young hybrid found himself standing his ground, even if it was obvious he would die if he fought the man.

"Put. Her. Down.", he said, slowly and clearly, courage behind his voice, even if foolish to try and persuade Jourmand. But, as a sign he was ready to fight, his hands crackled with a bit of light and dark energy, what he used to make his own scythe appear.

Jormund stared down at the boy no taller than his knee. "You have a large heart, boy." He said. In an instant, Worru was on the ground, crushed under Gobi's hand. "Did you think, though, that you could win so easily? You are no match for me, my knowledge and power far exceeds your own." The giant boasted, as Aria struggled helplessly in his hand. "Now come, it is time for us to leave." Jormund said, as he forced open the rift, and warped to an unknown location, with the two children in hand.

As he was crushed under the giant's hand, the boy spat up some blood, but lifted his arms to try and remove himself from Jourmand's grasp. As his actions failed with ease, Worru fell unconcious, vision fogging up, and the world around him becoming dark.

Yes...Enter the darkness...let it consume you like it did the man before you...

No. Do not. You have power in the light, young one, and it shall grow stronger.

But look at what light has done for you so far...She hates you...They hate you...You will never be a hero in anyone's eyes...You are the son of a traitor, and a lawless woman...the true heir to the Gerudo crown, in fact...Why should anyone ever think of you as a hero?...

"No...", was the only thing he said, soft murmurs nearly unheard.