Stolen
Boot-clad feet carefully stepped onto the tightrope, while the blond teen's arms stretched out to help balance himself as he walked across the black abyss below him. His movements were more than precise; everything was thought out to the fullest, and he keep his light lavender eyes trained on the rope. It was silly to fear things like heights. After all, death would all befall them one day, why dwell on fear when death would most likely come up unexpected? At least, that was his take on things. While he knew a healthy dose of fear kept people from doing stupid stunts, he also knew that if he did not face the challenges, he would not gain what he had come looking for: knowledge.
The surface was a forbidden place for obvious reasons; if the monsters he encountered were anything to go by. Fortunately for him, none seemed intelligent enough, thus far, to properly challenge his thinking. All were violent and wanted to wipe him from the face of the forbidden lands, but he was stubborn, calm, and collected. He took every challenge easily, never tiring himself out just in case more lied ahead. He rested often through out the journey to the point where he was at now, and because of his careful demeanor, he had avoided injuries of all kinds. He was a firm believer in slow and steady wins the race- which, in this case, was more like careful and precise, keeps his life.
Perhaps he was looking too far into it but perhaps not.
Silently, he stepped onto solid ground and walked over to the wall to the side of the massive door to slowly slid down it. Everything was calm now... (he prided himself thus far for cleaning the dungeon of all living beings) and it was the perfect opportunity to rest and tend important matters like reviewing his findings, which just so happened to be the beetle (a curious item, admittedly), and some type of puzzle that he had little doubts would open the door next to him.
He glanced up at the sword spirit as she appeared in front, informing him that if they wanted to get to Zelda, they should proceed through the door way as soon as possible. The purple clad teen paid little mind to the light nagging, simply countering with a soft, “Resting frequently prevents fatigue. If a threat lies beyond that door, I will stand little chance if too exhausted.”
Fi seemed to accept his answer, nodding once with a “Yes Master Green's brother,” before slipping back into the sword, silent as before.
He did not feel guilty to the obvious jab that Fi pressed into him about him stealing the sword his identical-twin brother had claimed. Why should he? He knew his brother's attempts to save his- their- childhood friend were noble, but running to the surface unprepared would have been instant death. Plus, how could he possibly pass up the chance to finally be able to see the new place that was finally open to him?
Nimble fingers rotated the puzzle back and forth, finding the intricate designs on the piece positively fascinating. Each block had a different design carved into the golden blocks. It was heavy in his hands, but he didn't care.
This was all very fun to him. There was finally a challenge to all of this. Everything here was different, much different from what the ancient tomes described- then again, everything was grown over. Roots protruded from stone walls and trees bigger than Skyloft existed just outside the temple. Colorful plants and new species roamed the forsaken land- it was positively the greatest place Vio had ever ventured. He was finally off that damned island in the sky- in a place that would prove to provide him with what he wanted.
The only downside was the fact that Fi was insistent on saving his brother's girlfriend. Perhaps girlfriend was too intimate a term, but maybe not. Either way, he was here, in his brother's place.
The Knight slid out of bed, fully dressed as he listened to his brother's breathing evening out. The previous day's events were stressful for him. He had, after all, lost Zelda, their childhood friend, to a peculiar tornado that ripped through their white terrain of clouds. All three of his brothers (Blue, Green, and Red), had been devastated, all wanting to run head first into danger, but the elders of Skyloft held them back.
Green had been on a flight, with his love interest in celebration for finally stepping into Knighthood earlier that day, when the disaster befell them. Violet had been reading a yellowed-with-age book of the lands below when the sight had made him cast his gaze just in time for him to see Blue making a mad dash to save Green from the same fate the girl had gotten.
Needless to say, the unconscious form of his brother, Green, had been transferred back to their room shortly after the incident. It took a bit of convincing, but he was able to get the others to leave leave only when he had promised to inform them when Green looked close to waking.
From there, already knowing his brother's plan to possible go below the clouds to save Zelda, the book-smart teen formulated a plan. Before long, he had packed essential items into a pouches that had magical qualities, before setting them under his bed for easy access as well as a shield.
Soon after Green had awoke and Zelda's father questioned him before leaving them to their own devices, Green had exited the room only to follow after an unearthly spirit. Needless to say, after following the two and eavesdropping on the whole entire hero conversation and acceptance of the Holy Sword did Vio come to the conclusion that he needed that sword if he wanted to get down the surface.
The promise of knowledge to his insatiable self was addicting and oh so thrilling. He had long since grown tired of being here on the island that only had so many books and tomes to learn from. Now that a new world was opening up to him, the only key that was not in his possession was the sword Green was granted to wield. For years, Violet longed to break through the impenetrable clouds, and he was going to do it- without his brothers to slow him down or rush him.
He didn't care for Zelda like Blue, Red, and Green did. All he cared for was the knowledge of everything- an impossible thing that he would still strive to obtain- even if new information rose day by day.
His mind made up, he geared up five minutes after his green-eyed brother had drifted off to sleep to recover some energy, before snatching up the Goddess' sword as well as his previously packed things before departing as quickly as possible.
Fi had not been pleased to say the least, but she accepted him as a temporary owner since himself and Green had the same blood running through their veins. It was from there that they both ventured through Faron, analyzing the area and helping seal the odd stake back into the ground that reeked of cursed aura.
The Sword Spirit pressed him time and time again to quicken his pace to get to the 'Spirit Maiden' but he did not. Over and over, he chided her that quality was rated over quantity- or in this case, efficient methods over the amount of time spent.
Soon after landing in the forsaken lands, he met with a disapproving old lady- one of which was very against him being there, but he paid little mind to her stern mannerism as she granted him the way into the woods.
Needless to say, with a little under a week, he had made it to the very location he was at now- taking his precious time with absolutely everything. Rushing into things was asking to be killed. Had he been mortally injured, he would have no way of contacting others after all.
He stood up once more and rolled his shoulders, not at all surprised when one joint popped softly enough to break the silence. The puzzle that rested in his hands was ready to be placed into the door. Idly, he tapped his foot lightly on the ground, making the numbing-needles go away before reaching up and lightly pushing the key into the slot.
It roared to life as he stepped back and he watched as the ancient lock spun for a few moments before hundreds of locks unbolted at once and grinded open. Lavender eyes trained themselves on the heavy door before he took a deep breath and pushed the doors forward, stepping into the dimly lit room that reeked of the same dark aura that the seal did in the sacred grounds.
His body was as tense as a bow's string as he took in his surroundings, the mask on his face showed nothing but indifference even if the darkness sent shivers up his spine and made the hair on his arm stand up on end.
On the other side of the room rested a door that glowed with the same holy force and markings that previously locked the run down temple. He knew from just one glance that Zelda was beyond that door. Carefully, he stepped into the light, but from there, he stayed motionless, simply waiting in the silence that clawed painfully up his rigid body.
