Look at them...
Worthless.
Bloodthirsty.
Selfish.
Misshapen.
Unfit for the glory of the Godesses... How I pity them.

Atop the bell-tower, a figure was perched. Motionless, the masked man watched the citizens below as they scurried about on their daily errands. It was one of his favorite spots; atop the bell-tower, the man had removed one of the six gargoyles that lined the top. It was in the removed gargoyle's wake that he would often watch over the populace, unnoticed by those below.

Given the chance, they would turn one another for money... food... fame. Hell. Even women, some of them. Eager to betray... Each and every one of them. Black at heart.

The masked man had become pretty good at determining character. Just a glance, and he could tell whether someone had a fire burning within them, or a rock where their heart should be. His eyes watched through the one-way see through mask that hid his face from view.

The Hylians... They walk... No. They swagger with such an undeserved sense of self satisfaction. Chosen of the Goddesses? If they say so...

The sun was moving behind the tower, casting an orange glow among the streets. Shops would be closing soon, and the man would be returning to his lair.

If any one race deserves to be favored by the Goddesses, it's the Goron folk.
Peaceful.
Solitary.
Good at prayer.
Their dietary habits don't even effect living things.
But threaten to harm one of their kind, or something that they believe strongly in, and you'd better believe you're in for the fight of your life...
To live for what one believes in... The strength to decide for oneself what is right... what is wrong... and which direction to walk toward... Now that...

The man smiled behind his mask as he watched one boy in the crowd walking along with a sack of potatoes. His hair was brown and long, tied back in a braided ponytail that extended down between his shoulder blades. He was average height for a 14 year old boy, and he didn't seem to have any distinguishable features. He blended so well into a crowd that it was almost startling. He was dressed in rags, and carried only a sword resting in his scabbard- that and potatoes.

That is what makes one truly worthy in the eyes of the almighty...

Suddenly, the boy stopped and turned his head in the direction of the gargoyles. He observed the missing space where a gargoyle should be. "They really should fix that one of these days..." He mumbled to himself as he continued along on his way.

The masked man sat back-to-back with one of the gargoyles as he watched the boy return to his route.

Oh, yes... You. You are quite the specimen...

His thoughts were drowned out by the ringing of the bell-tower, which signified the end of the day, and the beginning of the evening. The birds squawked as they madly dashed away from the bell-tower and into the setting sun.

OOC: The prequel to my main character and setup for HA3. I literally can't wait for it