@fallensheikah· || starter call
He knew that all of the stories, the frightened whispers spoken between nervous greetings at crossroads, the ones that spoke of Ganondorf’s newest recruit, was wrong. It had to be.
Because the name they spoke of was of Sheik.
He tugged gently at the sleeves of the other boy two years older, trying to catch his attention.
“Farren!” he laughed, and held out a dagger that he’d snuck away from the armory while Impa hadn’t been watching. “Teach me to be like you!”
There was a sharp scolding and the name “Zelda!” shouted from a distance, a hint that he’d been found out. He frowned and rolled his eyes, but not before flashing the Sheikah boy a grin and mouthing quickly, “Later, okay? Promise!”
He tugged at the wrap around his neck, uncomfortable from the memory. So much had happened since then, so much had changed. Hyrule had been taken over by Ganondorf, and in the same night it had been decided that the Princess would no longer exist and that she, or rather he, would take the place of Sheik.
Sheik, Farren, had been assumed dead on the night of the attack.
It hadn’t been too difficult to take Farren’s place: they grew up together, and taking his place somehow eased the pain from the knowledge that he was gone.
But he’s alive. He was alive?
He needed to know for sure. He needed to see for himself that the person who was doing all of the terrible things he’d heard about was truly the one who he’d once gotten in trouble together with, the one who’d stayed up with him on nights he couldn’t sleep, the one who’d allowed him to be more than just Hyrule’s Princess.
It had been difficult to track down this ‘Sheik,’ but after months of searching, he’d finally gotten a lead that the man had been spotted wandering near Lake Hylia. Granted, the lake was large and it would still be extremely difficult to find him on that tip alone, but it was more than he’d had thus far.
Sheik made his way methodically around the cliffs near the lake, hoping the vantage would allow him to see a greater area surrounding the lake. He hadn’t told Impa about what he was doing, mostly because he knew that she would be against the idea and would try to stop him.
She would be right, of course. He was fully aware how incredibly foolish and dangerous this venture was.
And then he saw movement. There was a person just barely visible in the shadow of the trees growing near the edge of the lake; he would have missed them had it not been for his trained eye. Though he couldn’t get a clear view of them, he saw a flash of red and something that looked like the familiar insignia of a single eye.
Perhaps his surprise made him slip, because he uncharacteristically lost his footing on the cliff edge he was standing on, causing some small rocks to clatter down. It wasn’t loud, no, but he knew that a Sheikah would easily be alerted to it.
No doubt they noticed him. He had no idea if Farren, if that was indeed Farren, could be reasoned with or if he was a dangerous enemy. He had no idea if the man was alone, or if there were others accompanying him nearby. He needed to run.
But something made him hesitate one second longer; a part of him held on to the hope that he might at least catch some sign that would allow him to confirm that the Sheikah at the lake was his childhood friend.
When they had been separated, Farren had been on his own. Thirteen years old and left to survive alone in a world that had suddenly gone to hell. The consequences of the King's death, of Zelda and Impa's disappearance, and of the Hero's sudden slumber would be a slow trickle throughout the realm, but Ganondorf's darkness would be a slow but inexorably spreading infection throughout all of Hyrule.
He had been cornered and he had been caught, and if the Gerudo who had once saved him hadn't been there Farren was sure he would have been killed. The sharp blade of a glaive was pressed up against his throat and merely swallowing was enough to nick his skin, and all the while she examined him as if she could see whether or not he was lying. In the end all she could say was that he was telling the truth when he claimed to owe a debt to the Gerudo.
It was enough to save his life, and to give him an in with the Desert King. Farren hadn't been able to earn his trust over night, but the blood that stained his blade helped to prove that the sheikah was truly on their side. Why would he want to aid the Royal Family? They were the ones who had betrayed his kind so very long ago. They didn't deserve his support.
-- he said, that was what he said, and it was all a lie. Every word that slipped through Sheik's lips was nothing more than a lie, and his hatred for himself grew with every day. The thought that this would all be worth it and that, one day, he would be able to make it easier for the Hero and for the Princess to overthrow Ganondorf was the only thing that helped him sleep at night.
Farren had heard rumors of Zelda's location, and he had done everything in his power to squash them and keep them from reaching Ganondorf's ears. The less he could even suspect the better. He had to be careful, had to balance every movement he made -- but as long as she wasn't found then it was worth it. Every terrible thing he did was worth it.
He had been sent to ensure the dark spirit in the water temple would be ready should the Hero show himself. Farren hated himself for it, a feeling that seemed to permeate everything he did -- how it hadn't become the norm yet he didn't know. Perhaps because he didn't deserve any semblance of relief?
For a moment he looked over the lake... and then a small noise drew his attention over to the cliffside. It was little more than rocks scattering down, and it could have been caused by near anything-- but there. A figure, one standing crouched on the cliffside.
He didn't say her name, afraid both of being wrong and of revealing her, but neither did Farren move. Rather, he simply stared evenly at the figure standing there, giving her (if it was her) the chance to run or approach.
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