Aura Of Twilight
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Keenan
Keenan watched as the Sheikah man’s face contorted into one of rage, nostrils flaring as he gritted his teeth. He got into a defensive stance, but before either him or his attacker could trade blows again Atara suddenly stepped in front of him protectively. Giving the other man a sharp retort of her own she abruptly grabbed his arm, Keenan too surprised to react as she began tugging him forwards and further into the village.He blinked repeatedly, glancing briefly backwards with an almost owlish expression towards an equally as stupefied Rigo. A Sheikah standing up for a Yiga? That definitely wasn’t something you see everyday. While he believed the girl’s heart was in the right place the action reeked of naivety. He couldn’t help but wonder if she would be rebuked by the village elders. Showing compassion to an enemy could be deadly after all.
Keenan shook his head slightly. He really had no right to be critical of someone who was probably the only thing standing between him and an early death if the glares he was receiving from most of the other villagers were any indication. Instead he opted to look around, catching a few glances of simply made houses and livestock before he felt Atara squeeze his arm slightly.
“I’m sorry.” She mumbled as she pulled him slightly closer, still pulling him along.
Keenan smiled slightly. “It’s fine, honestly I don’t blame them.” And that was the truth. If he and Atara switched places they’d still be in a similar scenario with the Yiga. He didn’t understand fully why she was apologizing for it. She was an odd girl.
He’d have to thank her for her kindness later, assuming there was a next time. As they approached a house much bigger than the others, clearly the chief’s, he spotted an odd pair standing in front of it, a hooded individual and his pet…wolf? The beast looked like it could lunge at him at any moment, the only thing stopping it from doing so being the touch of its companion’s hand on its head.
“Um.. are you here to see lady Impa, too?” He heard Atara ask. Keenan narrowed his eyes slightly as he stared at the wolf for a few more seconds before turning his gaze back to the person before them.
Said individual removed their hood to reveal a young man around their age, his somewhat unkept black hair tied back and manner of clothes suggesting him to be a traveler.
"To answer your question... yes.” The other man replied, frowning slightly. “As a matter of fact, I am. As for why," he paused, gesturing to his temple before adding, “I will admit that it's a bit odd for me to say, but to be honest... a voice came to me in a dream, telling me to come to this village in particular. I was at first coming here to resupply for my journey back to my home village, but... while I am here, I figured there would not be much harm in seeking counsel from Kakariko's elder, no?"
Keenan raised an eyebrow. Another person who had heard the same voice? It should’ve been a relief to learn that he wasn’t going crazy (yet), but all he could feel was a growing sense of unease. Even the scar on his chest was throbbing more than usual. Was it nerves or something else?
Either way, now wasn’t the time to be pondering such things. The traveler had now turned towards him, gold eyes regarding him cautiously.
“I would ask that you mind the wolf-- he very much bites. I would think there's something he knows about you that I do not-- at least, not right this second."
Keenan was beginning to dislike this man and his wolf. He really didn’t need any more people prying into his affairs more than necessary.
Rather than let his annoyance show, he smiled slightly, scratching his cheek sheepishly. “It’s fine, stranger. Most animals don’t like me for some reason. It’s been that way since I was a child.” That wasn’t a lie, most animals either ran away or tried to attack him, in particular after his accident. “I don’t really know why, but I’ve still always loved watching them from a distance.” The numerous sketch books he had left behind were proof of that. “I’m envious of you and your wolf companion honestly.” He admitted. It reminded him years ago of when a childhood friend of his had a pet dog that let him pet its soft fur. The old canine didn’t attack or run away, but instead licked his face. It had been one of the few animals that he could remember accepting him off the bat. He missed that furball.
Keenan cleared his throat. “That being said, it seems we all have similar reasons for being here. You said you heard a voice in your mind, yes?” He looked up at the chief’s residence again. “Funny, I had the same thing happen to me as well…The hero has fallen, and that I was to find my destiny here. It sounds like something out of a fairy tale and yet almost…ominous.”
Almost as ominous as waiting for his possible execution. Lovely thought, that.
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