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The return. (closed with Janofthedesert)
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It has been a long time since Jan had left his shop in castle town, snow resting on the streets and the rooftops. A pair of signs were hanging outside, one spelling the wordĀ āclosedā in Hylian and one in Latin letters. Judging by the number of footsteps in the snow, not many people had visited the shop. Of course, people knew that the owner and smith, Jan wasnāt there and thus they did not bother that much about taking a look inside.
Inside of the shop, Kaiakumi formerly known as Miri leaned her head on her arm, fiddling a piece of metal between her fingers.Ā āIf it werenāt for my wealth I couldnāt even afford the rent for this shop with the current income. This place isnāt the same without him.ā The demoness sighed and her head slowly slipped down from her hand and onto the table, followed by a thud came a groan and she remained there, not expecting anything to happen.
A friendly Nightmare (Closed with Janofthedesert)
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Clad in the milky light of the moon was the Gerudo Desert. A place long forgotten by many but also traveled by many, home to the sandworms and the Arbiterās Grounds. Usually only the sound of wind, sand and some bulblins strolling around their camps could be heard. But somehow, tonight, the sound of a violin could be heard coming from somewhere. The wind carried forth the sad melody through the desert and from a distance Poes and other ghost would follow the melody.
Playing the melody while walking through the sand with bare feet was a girl clad in a dark purple cloak and surrounded by a handful of purple will-o-wisps. Her grey-ish skin didnāt reflect the moonlight, in fact if anyone was close to look at her they would see, her appearance was slightly translucent.
