Post by WAGA ARU G on Sept 17, 2017 0:38:28 GMT -8
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Simply put, after all that, he didn't have any fight left. So he had retreated, blazing far to the north along his own path away from civilization and finally coming to rest in Kakariko. His wounds had grown and the shell was beginning to unravel. He'd put too much energy into reaching this place as quickly as he could. Soon he would lose his form and be forced into slumber, or worse, beyond the mortal coil. His hands were tied, he had to rest for at least a bit so he could mend his shell, or at least stop the damage before it got worse.
Really, it was only on the way there that he began to connect the dots.
The golden wolf trotted through a graveyard away from the town, long abandoned and long taken back by nature. Tall grasses marked the area, tearing up the stones that made up the paths. Headstones had long since cracked and fallen into disrepair. The wooden shack where the gravekeeper lived had long collapsed as the wood rotted away. This place had been forgotten, as well as all those who slumbered here. And that was perfectly fine to him.
Finally he came to a large, worn grave, his lone red eye staring at it as it listed his name and the name of his beloved. The cloudy night sky belied a possible thunderstorm on the way. He had come to like them. Storms had once brought ill omens for him, but he came around. Later in life, they even helped him sleep. Yes, it was time to return to slumber, if just for a bit. His golden body curled up on top of it and began to fade away, as the Hero of Time surrendered himself to the long dark, even if only temporarily.
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