The Legend of Zelda: Fall of Ikana
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still playing its cheerful melody. Hopelessly lost within the labyrinth of his thoughts, Geist fails to notice the carefree poe collector making his way to the daydreamer’s side.
“Spoke with your little green friend a moment ago,” he greets, joining his friend, staring at the horizon. “That’s why you can’t seem to catch up with him. Just have to wait for him to come to you. Simple,” he chuckles, failing to find any sign of humor on the daydreamer’s face.
“He killed Gomess,” the Ikanian sighs, scarcely believing his own words.
“So you know now,” the collector nods, utilizing his cane to gently drop to a sitting position on the rocky earth. “He isn’t just some kid. You can see it in his eyes. He’s a voidwalker. Just like the salesman,” he expresses, knowing how his friend will respond.
“Just like you,” the reaver smirks, shooting him a patronizing glance. “Still, I think I know now what I need to do. So many times I’ve wanted to just do what they’re telling me to do. Begging me to do,” he pauses, glancing down at the lantern, rocking slightly in the breeze. “Just end it, you know.” The collector doesn’t say a word, listening politely while the tormented man gets everything he has suppressed off his chest. “I never knew if it was a higher calling or just cowardice that stayed my hand, but now I see it clearly. I wanted so badly to believe I could save them somehow, but the truth is they don’t need me. They never have. I need them.” The afternoon sun strikes the Ikanian as abnormally dim, almost as if something were blocking it partially. Undaunted by the minor anomaly he continues, “I want to understand. I want to know what this insane religion that spawned the Garo is all about. I’ll find them. Every last one. They have too much to answer for.”
“Sounds like you’re setting off on a crusade of your own. Maybe you’re not so different from them,” the collector infers, gauging his friends response.
“This isn’t about revenge,” he states plainly, shaking his head. “There will be those who will fight, but I won’t stop until they know what they’ve done. The beauty and the innocence of the many they destroyed over the mistakes of the few. It’s the only reason I’m still alive. I’m sure of it.”
“I like to think we’ve stayed friends because we never talk about religion, but I think it’s time I told you. If you want to know the truth, you won’t find it in this world,” the collector shrugs, tapping his cane on his shoulder as he talks.
“You’re talking about Hyrule,” he smiles, chuckling to himself.
“The goddesses are every bit as real as you and I, even more so. If you want someone to blame, you can only blame yourself. They’ve left this world, forever. I’ve heard your tales of the past, and I’ve spoken to the people here now. You don’t believe. None of you,” the hooded man sighs, staring at the dirt. “Your guardians are like insects to them, but I’m afraid they’re all you’ve got left. I know it doesn’t seem fair, but I don’t intend to defy the creators of this world, of all worlds. They’ve made it clear what happens to those who do.”
“And I thought I was the coward,” Geist laughs, maintaining a positive attitude despite the heavy topic. “If I’m forsaken so be it! I’ll never yield to the ones responsible for this,” he declares, his eyes sweeping across the depressing relics of his once great civilization. His gaze lingering on the sun once again as it is becoming irrefutable something is blocking it from view. “Everyone who touched this land will remember Ikana. Even the goddesses.”
“I suppose you’ll want me to show you the portal,” the collector ponders aloud, tapping his finger to his shrouded chin. “He’ll be there you know.”
“Good,” he instantly retorts, pumping himself up for the trials ahead. “Mask peddler has plenty to answer for himself.”
“I suppose your course is set. Haven’t seen you this lucid since we met,” his friend laughs, climbing back to his feet. The Ikanian does feel lucid, equipped with newfound purpose he feels ready for anything. The souls at his side seem to weigh on him a little lighter with the revelation, though he doesn’t know if he could ever truly make them proud. He will need to lean on them for a time, and if they will permit him, he may just find some kind of peace in this excessive life of his. The poe collector starts out of the area, turning back to find his friend squinting into this distance. Before anything else, Geist must determine the answer to one burning question above all else.
“Is that the moon?”