The Forge

Zelda smiled slyly at her. "...of course. I'll see you soon."

(Editted it, Xant)

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Ankoku wrote everything and nodded: "Such a ... weird and coflicting history.... and a somewhat moving narration... even from someone who does not believe in divine existance like me... an interesting tale, no doubt. Could I shed tear, I would have"

"Therefore... is the child born yet?", he asked

(What places can I bring in most of my charies?)

(*shrugs*)

"No. Auroan still hold the child within her, as I said before." the Whispering Man said.

"Oh..... my apologies... I thought this was still... part of the legend.... interesting... although.... I feel somewhat sympathizing for that... abandonment is not a fate I would wish to anyone", he stated, silently pondering what to do with such knowledge

The Whispering Man tilted his head. "...Auroan is not alone. She feels Leastine watches over her, as he does with all Twili. Her unborn child is proof he really does exist, to anyone who does not believe..."

"... as I said, I don't believe in Gods... but if she is not torn about it... I suppose that asking her would not bring her to further pain right? I might not believe in everything of a legend... but I do believe that there is always a truth in them,... otherwise they would not exist", Ankoku said with a shrug

"...you wish to talk to her, do you?" the Whispering Man said.

"If that ... would not bother her... yes I do.... as I said I am drawn by legend... and it's rare to meet a living myth nowadays", Ankoku admitted bowing his head

"I'm afraid there is not much I can do to help you. I, myself, am I unable to travel to the Twilight Realm with the assitance of others." the Whispering Man said. He paused for a moment. "...you will meet her another day, though. Of this, I am sure."

Ankoku looked at him, somewhat doubtful of the last part, but netherless bowing his head politely

"Well.... You have still told me a rather unique legend sir.... I suppose you might wish a rightful payment", he said, his hand already on the purse to pay the forturne teller

"I don't require money." the Whispering Man said. "Keep it."

"But it does seem unfair to me that you recieve nothing from your assistance. As.... one who has a dream - Ankoku said only to cut off at the last second -like mine, it does not seem just you get nothing in exchange"

"I do not hold any value over worldly possesions. Keep your money." the Whispering Man said again, shaking his head.

Ankoku nodded and then asked: "Anything else which might be of your interest? Indipendently from its nature?"

"Meeting such a cultured young person was enought payment for me." the Whispering Man said.

"Well, that is time to part ways, then.... Just let me praise you once more for the knowledge of the past you have instilled to me. And ... have a nice day - he said before muttering a last few things - Hopefully, one day I shall be remembered as well like these people"

He then bowed down and left

"Goodbye...Ankoku..." the Whispering Man said as he left.

Ankoku stopped for a second in his tracks as he heard that name. Had that forturne teller.... adressed him with his given name.... it was not possible, he had not stated it. His name was important to say.

"Weird", he stated to himself as he kept walking away, deciding to visit Castle Town

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In the meanwhile, a shadow was creeping through all the castle, looking around the place. Why, people would ask? Well... it was his job to do this.

A man walked to the tent's entrance, his obese body supported by a cane in his right hand. He coughed violently into a handkercheif in his left hand. It felt like every day his sickness was getting worse. The doctor was at his wit's end, even after the large amount of money he had paid him. His friend had no answers either. The man was desperate; he had heard this fortune teller was shockingly accurate, far better than the alleyway hacks he was familiar with.

With another cough the man limped inside the tent. It was worth a shot.

The Whispering Man looked up at the man who had entered his tent. He shuffled his deck elaboratly, and then set it on the floor in front of him, neat as can be.

"Take a card, sir." the said in his hushed, whispery voice.

A handsome young man in noble attire was walking through the crowded streets, reading an old brown book. He was barely looking at where he was going, so people had to move away from him.

Gwene sat at the fountain, waiting for her good friend to show up.

In the meanwhile, coincidence whished for the young boy Ankoku to cross path once more with Gwene. Recognizing her, he sat on the opposite side of the fountain and started continuing the doodle of her he was making, with an annotation in Hylian translated as 'Zelda's friend (?)'

The man held his handkercheif in his cane hand, and took a card. He showed it to the fortune teller.

(You wanna say what card it is, or should I?)