Shadows of a Monster

[Timmir]

((For anyone who happens to read this by chance, please disregard this thread. After a few times going through it in my head, I found that I'm dissatisfied about the events that occur in this solo thread and have ended up deciding to not continue along with this plot. Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause.))

A young Farore, no older then 10, was lying on an ooen field, looking up at the night sky with wonder. The stars just glistened with such beauty and power to the young Dragon Spirit. Silent words then caught her attention as she turned to see a figure sitting there. A smile grew on her face as she looked back up at the stars, absorbing every word the figure said. Nothing seemed to be able to ruin this moment and everything was at peace.

Then...

"I'm sorry Farore." The figure said as he began to evaporate away.

"No. Don't go. Don't leave me." The young girl cried out as she got up and reached out for the figure, managing only to grab thin air as the figure had fully disappeared. Fear filled her heart as she found the field she was once in and the stars above have both disappeared along with the figure, leaving her alone in a dark empty abyss. Tears began to fall down the young girls eyes as she didn't knew what else to do as she herself began to feel like she was fading away.

"Poor young spirit. You have lost so much, haven't you?" The voice of an elderly woman said through the silent abyss, "I can help you regain what you have lost, but be warned that you may find yourself a different person if you do."

The young Farore nodded her head yes in desperation, unaware if the voice could actually see her do so. Then everything went blank.

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Farore eyes opened as the dawning sun began to rise. Memories of her dream faded away as she stretched and prepared for the new day. She dispelled the spells she had cast in order to protect herself while she slept and packed away her bedroll. Then, with some trail rations in hand, she continued her hike through the forested mountains of the Spines.

[Timmir]

As Farore walked through the mountain, she felt a strange sensation come over her as if she was being lead somewhere. Almost an hour had passed when she found herself in front of a cave with a strange familiarity to it. She stared into it for a while, unsure of what she should do before curiosity got the best of her as she walked into the cave.

It was dark, with the only light being that from the sun shining into the entrance. The room she was in now seemed pretty large with strange rock formations that seemed to be natural. Further ahead she could faintly see a small passageway she believed that she could get into that seemed to lead deeper into the cave. Feeling adventurous, she decided to see where the passageway lead. It proved to be a tight squeeze, but as she moved through it, she saw a faint light ahead. Eventually she found herself in a small cavernous room with a campfire burning in the center of it.

"Hello. Is anybody in here?" She asked as she began to look around the room, but never got the chance as she began to get really tired all of a sudden. It wasn't long before she feel unconscious on the stone floor.

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Farore eyes slowly opened to find herself in the cave room she was in earlier.

"What happened?" She asked as she held her pounding head with one while using the other to help herself up onto her feet. A quick look around revealed that the fireplace that was in the center of the room had gone out while she was unconscious.

Nice to see that your finally awake. An elderly woman's voice said inside Farore's head. Farore quickly looked around the room for any sign of the person who was talking to her, yet, as the Dragon Spirit feared, the source was no where to be seen.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Farore asked, a bit peeved about being knocked unconscious again.

I'm your new boss now, and your going to do what I ask from now on.

"What makes you think I'll work for you?" The moment these words left Farore's mouth, she felt her whole body scream out in agony as a sharp pain ran through it, driving her to her knees.

This type of resistance is why we normally prefer to possess people. You on the otherhand, we have need for your talent. No matter. You see that ring on your right hand. It's cursed so that if you do something that I don't like, it'll wrack your body in pain like it did just now. Hearing this, Farore quickly removed her right glove to find a black band with sometype of ruins on it on her ring finger. It also was made so that any attempts to remove it or disenchant it would prove fruitless. Only I can remove the ring.

"Why go to all this trouble to put some ring on me?"

You'll find out soon enough. For now, head to the human city of Belatona and await for further instruction their. And know that the ring will kill you if you try to tell anyone else about me or the ring you wear. Do what your told like a good little girl, however, and I'll not only remove the ring, but also give you the thing you want most. The voice faded into nothingness, leaving Farore all alone inside the cave.

She growled in anger as she punched a nearby wall. How could she have gotten herself into a situation like this? Now she is going to be forced to work with some type of witch who had no good intention in mind. Yet what could she possibly do? She was stuck playing the witch's game until she figure a way out of this.