Ah, yes! I finally have the second chapter up @.@ This chapter there are many contradicting things. Or at least I assume. Like certain flowers in bloom at the same time, when they are in bloom in a different season. But relax, this is fantasy. One last note is, I've decieded that the story will take a split timeline view, because I do not want to explain how the Temple of Time ended up down there and so on and so forth. Without further ado:

CHAPTER II

Aroused by an agonizing soprano shriek and an arpeggio of tenor bawls, King Daphnes bound out of his bed, nearly grazing the canopy as he leapt. Hurriedly, he stumbled to the window and began to frantically search for the origin of the screeches. Immediately, he discovered what was going on, and much to his chagrin, it was a horror in which he did not ever desire to lay eyes upon in his lifetime. Terrified, a lookout was swinging a truncheon in the town square at a ravaging bokoblin, his efforts haphazard and fruitless. At last, a blow smacked the bokoblin across the skull, causing it to plummet onto the brick-paved ground.

Brilliant light began to emit from the body of the slain monster. Its profound cobalt skin appeared azure in the blinding illumination. Unfathomably, the light became a sinister ebony tone, nonetheless giving off radiance; still discharging ruddiness. Gravitating around the monster’s center, the black light concentrated into an orb, soon afterwards, imploding. A cloud with an amethyst tinge lingered for a moment after the burst. The bokoblin was no longer present when the smoke cleared, relief painted on peoples’ faces.

Gawking, the townsfolk congregated around where the bokoblin disintegrated. Utter confusion and apprehension filled the minds of the populous. Panicky, many began to take refuge in the confines of their homes, cowering and trembling with trepidation. Soldiers and lookouts neglecting their duties were suddenly vigilant; pikes firmly grasped in their right hand, shields in their left. The town took on a defensive stance; aristocrats waltzing about, on three pouncing; proletarians performing a modest gavotte, striking forwards blindly.

From his window, Daphnes watched the streets become forsaken. The lookout he saw yesterday, basking under the high noon sun, was today gripping a bow and arrow, blindly firing at every rustle and motion in the distance; a discarded pike next to him. Naturally at this time of day, vivace murmurs hummed throughout the town; a glissando of men and women’s voices, skittering about loosely. But today, stillness swept through the town, townsfolk cowering; a tacit response to fear.

Pacing from one end of the room to another, questions streamed endlessly through his mind; a flooding brook caused by deliquescing snow, water forever emanating; water forever cascading downwards. He desired to know if this was a mere random incident, or the next coming of evil to Hyrule. No, he must not make haste in finding the answer. Unavailingly groping into the oblivion would do no such help.

Snapping out of his contemptuous thoughts, his mind still persisting on remaining in an arbitrary state of scattering inquisition, Daphnes dressed, and scurried down the hall. Bounding through the throne room, knights on duty gaped at him, a perplexed visage painted on their faces, oblivious as to the cause of his peculiar mood. Incandescent luminosity diverging from the high noon sun beamed through the three stained glass windows, colors splashing and flickering across the monotonous granite brick floor, lustrous light brushing Daphnes’s eyes as he strenuously ran past.

Stopping to catch his breath in the “Grand Entrance Hallway”, he pondered as to what he was actually trying to accomplish. His mind cleared; the eye of the storm passing overhead, temporary relief; the wind favonian for only a brief occasion. He must consult with a sage. Yes, that was his only move, for who else was there to consult with? An aristocrat or a knight would do hardly any help in this situation. Figuring that there was bound to be a sage in the Temple of Time praying or studying, Daphnes concluded to inspect there first.

Cautiously, Daphnes peregrinated out of the castle and down the cobblestone footpath, appearing a murky taupe gray in the shadows. The pathway led him through the Royal Garden of the Goddesses which resided at the façade of the castle. In each of the corners of the garden was a towering Leyland Cypresses, not pruned, spreading their coniferous palms; sovereign deities in leisure. Dotting the perimeter was an alteration between conically hedged yews and beeches. Struggling in the recent drought like conditions, a Double flowered Camellia bush stands powerfully in the eastern side of the garden, vibrantly showing off its fuchsia blossoms. Residing in the southwestern corner, a Persimmon tree grew—the abnormality of the garden as some said—celadon flowers bloomed; not likely to bear from this year, but still bearing courage. Flashing soft mauve petals to strollers was a lilac bush growing in the northwestern corner of the garden; it added brilliance that the other shrubbery could not.

In the center of the garden, a large fountain spouted water as the goddesses Din, Nayru, and Farore posed, clad in gold amidst the mist. The cobblestone pathway spilt at the fountain, creating many trails, always lined with hedges and an assortment of flower, throughout the garden. A faint redolence drifted away from the Mountain Laurels hidden in the maze of hedges and shrubbery. Daphnes admired the fragrance, as he would often stop to intake the scene and scents, but he was a in a bit of hurry today with the ordeal that just occurred.

Leaving one the few places that resonated with life in Hyrule as he walked through the gothic fence and into the Castle Town, his gaited changed to that of a more lax one, for no townsfolk would see him out-and-about as they cowered in their homes.
Daphnes turned right, down an alley between the side of a petite, inner city château and a lavish emporium. As he made his way through the shadowy, narrow alleyway he felt relieved from the blazing sun, for it was cool and shaded between the two buildings. Even a slight balmy breeze traveled betwixt the bricks.

Walking out of the alley, the sun glared at him, Daphnes cloaking himself in response. The pathway behind the bustling scene—at least it usually was—was brick, shaded a purple taupe from old age and abrasion due to constant travel. Soft plumes of myrtle tinted moss poked up inside of chinks and fissures, within and between the bricks. He picked up his stride as he began to walk down an incline slightly. When he neared the bottom, four gravestones came into view under the lulling shade of a Weeping Willow; depressing, yet joyful nonetheless. But shade of a bigger entity overpowered that of the mournful tree

Tucked onto a curious knoll, the imposing structure of the Temple of Time stood monolithic, its three spires solemnly poking the sky; the Weeping Willow failing in comparison. As its name suggests, scars left over the eras by war and peace only became part of the holy edifice; they became a marking in time. The sun’s reflection off the chalky white stonework dazzled, blinding Daphnes temporarily. A round stained glass window perched dormant on the façade boasting off its mesmeric design depicting the golden power encompassed by seven rings.

Almost nonchalantly, Daphnes strolled in the burdensome mahogany doors. Upon entering, smooth maestoso pulses tickled his ears. And at last, he spoke.

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