...the ways of the many outweighing...posted Aug 6th 2010, 7:13PM
Mood: Tearful
Music: ...the harp holds a single broken string...
...a race, it appears. The race of the least occupied is consistent. However, it would seem, a race without an end. Without a marker for the final stretch, without any limitations. Merely...
...harder footwork...
...however, as the shoes pound the path, a path set forth only by preoccupation, the path itself widens, and indeed, harms. The path becomes riddled with dirt, kicked up only by the continued paramore of supposed defeat, supposed victory, supposed life, supposed love, the supposed soul, or rather, the emptiness of it, provided its existence...
...publication without remorse to narrow the path begets its widening. The subtler publication with significantly more remorse begets the marathoners only to run faster...
...those watching the race in pity soon join it, perchance unwittingly, perchance through personal means begotten through the chanceless offering...
...the observer, the priest, the champion, the challenger. Ever an accusation. The pedestals move farther away the more they appear to become closer...
...never a moment of peace, never a point of joy. The race beckons on. The masked overtake the masks, and all becomes befuddled, odd, confusing, bewildering, beckoning, lifeless...
...the steam engine which forthwith shone with such little brilliance, but brilliance nonetheless, now breaks forth sluggishly and spews such smoke, such passengers, such a persuasive conductor. The occasional sparkle of a diamond is soon swallowed by the grunges of the coal, spept in to keep its smog life cranking...
I've been waiting for you, Hero of Time...
When evil rules all, an awakening voice from the Sacred Realm will call those destined to be Sages, who dwell in the five temples...
One in a deep forest...
One on a high mountain...
One under a vast lake...
One within the house of the dead...
One inside a goddess of the sand...
Together with the Hero of Time, the awakened ones will bind the evil and return the light of peace to the world...
This is the legend of the temples passed down by my people, the Sheikah. I am Sheik. Survivor of the Sheikahs...
As I see you standing there holding the mythical Master Sword, you really do look like the legendary Hero of Time...
If you believe the legend, you have no choice. You must look for the five temples and awaken the five Sages...
One Sage is waiting for the time of awakening in the Forest Temple. The Sage is a girl I am sure you know...
Because of the evil power in the temple, she cannot hear the awakening call from the Sacred Realm...
Unfortunately, equipped as you currently are, you cannot even enter the temple...
But, if you believe what I'm saying, you should head to Kakariko Village...
Do you understand, Link?
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