(Fan) Primordial Passing [T]

[Mythical]

Another fanfic from me. Little people know me, naturally. I know myself as in someone who endeavours these things a lot, yet isn't really consistent in fanfiction stories (my last completed one took by about a year). To better, I'd like my new project not to be another premonition of failure. Here is the prologue, just written straight off the bat. I used to edit a hell of a lot (perfectionism, it's a grave illness) but now I've decided to just leave things the way they are for the sake of quantity.

Enough talks, more writing. I don't think the Zelda references in this piece will be all that apparent, yet they should come, naturally.





Primordial Passing

Prologue

The gust was strong, the wind was eternal. Dust and leaves and the occasional branch were dwindling down and taken back up far from their once tranquil tree. The cotton clouds had made place for rolling rage as mother nature was storming the lands once again. The rain flooding the fields, the floors, where people would genuflect to the angry goddess in hopes of mercy for their dwellings and themselves. The screeching of the storm was an alarm for nature's progenies to seek shelter for the worst was yet to come, the passing of the Sphere. Beyond the borders of the eye, no sane being would dare venture. They would be pulled in and never come out. There were few beings that dared to question this assumption. Yet, there were some, some very courageous humans. People who dared to stand tall against the eternal winds, who dared to adventure beyond the Eye, where one was completely vulnerable to mother nature and her powerful winds.

It was this ferocious fury of the wind going berserk that too attracted him, that sheltered him, one of those courageous madmen. When all, animals and humans alike, where shivering and praying for the live destruction to retract, he would be at his best. He would roam the world like the storm was. He felt in his element when the elements were bristling. Strong gusts could thwart him, but he loved it. The ripples of the storm could surprise him, still he cherished it. The Great Zephyr, it was what he lived for. The deadened grass, drowned by the heavy downpour, the first to feel nature's torment in times of flood. The vulnerable branches stripped naked by the wind were cracking. His horse ran away month's ago. It panicked when he took it into the southern blizzards last winter.

He didn't blame it. It followed its natural instinct. One would need a, careless, human mind capable of ignoring the instinct of survival to venture past Great Zephyr's shadow. A place where lightning pierced the sky wherever you looked, where the eternal downfall poured everything into oblivion. A place where one step into the deep, one unnoticed whirlwind, one unseen branch, could even have the strongest of people consigned into death's embrace.

He had been on that edge too. He had faced the challenges too. But they were never enough to discourage him from his adventures. Five years had passed since he first entered the Great Zephyr, and since then he had done it many times. When the eye was big, he would travel far to reach it. When it was small to that he could see the inner rim from his dwelling, he would spend as much time outside as possible. Even when the infinite currents would reach over the town, when every man, child, animal would hide, he would stand on his roof doing measurements. He would be watching into the distance, holding his hat which he had lost many times but always found back. Even though currently it was four month's ago since he last saw it.

It was taken away by an unseen gust in another passing that time. He blamed himself for it, he thought to know the wind good enough to prevent it. The passings had occured since primeval times, and he had been able to correctly understand them since he set foot on the world. Had been, had it not been for the fact that the wind acted strange in the last passings. Much more powerful, much more volatile, much more unpredictable. It was as damaging to his valor to venture into the winds as it was interesting to explore. If anything, he would find his hat back.