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Komogo paced restlessly atop the lofty, torchlit platforms of Rito Village. In the days following the Blood Moon, he had only grown more and more agitated. Where had his brother gone? And why? Had he done something wrong? Hurt him in some way? He shook his head, nothing made sense anymore.
Finally coming to rest at a balcony near the peak of the village, Komogo leaned against the railings and turned his gaze heavenward. There was not a single cloud in the sky, laying bare the entire sea of stars in all their sparkling beauty. This place once brought him much solace, a calm, quiet spot high above the waking world, where one's worries would merely float away with the breeze. But since the day the world turned red, the night sky no longer brought peace and tranquillity, whenever the moon rose, the village would turn deathly silent. Everyone would watch and wait. Was this what it was like to live during The Calamity? Fearing that any given night could bring down a horde of ravenous monsters?
Thoughts and questions raced through his mind, the days after Rook had vanished, scouts had flown out to search for the missing Rito. The only lead they had swiftly ended when the cart that had carried him from Snowfield was found destroyed, blood-soaked, and looted in the Breach of Demise. In light of this, the search had been called off, and Rook was pronounced dead. But that couldn't be possible, Komogo knew his brother, he knew full well that Rook wouldn't, couldn't, have died to a handful of monsters. He refused to believe it, but attempts to call for another search were futile, since the Blood Moon rose, the Elder, in her cowardice, had forbidden anyone from leaving the village in fear of another invasion of monsters.
He slammed his fist against the balcony, all of Komogo's life Rook had been there for him, whenever he was in trouble, Rook would move mountains. Now, his brother was missing, presumed dead, and Komogo could do nothing to help. His mind flew back to the days of his youth, to the day a Lizalfos nearly claimed his life... To the day Rook nearly threw away his own to save him. The image of the creatures murderous gaze haunted him, he remembered how Rook, barely eight summers old, did everything in his power to keep the beast away. And when that failed, Rook had thrown himself between them, raising his little training sword against a monster nearly three times his size.
Komogo returned to his pacing, marching around the platform and trying his best to clear his mind. Now it was his turn to help, and yet, what had he done in the week since his brother's disappearance? Nothing. He'd had simply sat on his tail feathers and waited for someone else to find him. Had the situation been reversed, he knew that Rook would be tearing apart Hyrule to find him, Blood Moons and Elders be damned. He came to a sudden halt, and his gaze drifted skywards once more. The moon hung like a grim specter in the sunless sea, its silvery glow mocked Komogo, laughing silently at his struggles. He stared back in defiance, but the longer he looked, the more he felt his willpower start to falter, as if the moon itself were sapping his strength, and for a brief moment, he could have sworn it began to speak. A faint voice, like that of a young child.
“Gone! Your brother is gone! You'll never find him! You're too weak, too scared, too frail!”
He tensed, wrenching his eyes away from the malicious entity. He wasn't weak! He could shoot a bow and fly as well as any other Rito, but... What did that matter if he was too afraid to fight? He'd never slain a monster in his life unlike his brother, and as if reading the Rito's mind, the whispers started once more.
“You'll never be like him, you'll be forever in his shadow, won't you?”
“You're wrong!” Komogo yelled, turning his focus back to the moon. The whispering ceased, plunging the platform into haunting silence, his heart brimmed with a newfound, fiery confidence. He'd was tired of being told what he could, or couldn't do, he was tired of being labeled a coward, and above all, he was tired of hiding behind his brother.
No more. The moon seemed to recoil in disgust at Komogo's determination. Good, being laughed at by the village was one thing, but he refused to be taunted by a giant hunk of rock in the sky. Cold air filled his lung as he took a deep breath, he'd find Rook, and he'd do it by himself, sod the Elder, and sod her rules. His talons clicked against the floor, if he didn't leave as soon as possible, then it could be days before another chance presented itself, he couldn't risk losing this bout of confidence. But first, his family had a right to know where he was going, one could only imagine how they would react if both their children upped and vanished.
Komogo's confidence began to wane as he approached his home, from within, the faint sounds of crying echoed out across the platforms. He rushed inside, had something happened? Was someone hurt? In some respects, he wished he'd never asked. The scene before him caused his heart to finally break. His mother was knelt beside Rook's empty hammock, crying into a small wooden doll she clutched to her breast. Komogo's eyes began to prickle, she cradled it the way she had cradled Rook as a boy when he woke from a bad dream, humming to it the same comforting lullaby she'd always sing as he'd cry into her feathers.
He stood motionless, the last time Komogo had seen his mother this distressed was when he'd been carried home on a stretcher as a child, what could be said to console her, now that she thought her son was dead? He glanced over to his own hammock, beneath it was a small, ornate chest where he kept many of his personal effects and belongings from his youth. Silently, he reached inside, and gently lifted out his own wooden doll. He'd been given one alongside Rook many, many years ago, a common gift from a mother to their children. They'd both cherished them, and even Rook, scruffy and unkempt as he was, took great care of it.
He sat beside his mother, carefully wrapping one wing around her. His heart ached at the sight of her face, her eyes were puffy and drawn, her normally well-kept feathers were matted and untidy. Searching hard for something, anything he could say to comfort her, Komogo placed his own wooden doll into her hands.
“He's still out there, somewhere. I know he is.”
His mother sat silent for some time, holding both of the dolls in her hands, until she finally looked up at him. “I just don't understand...” She whimpered. “Why did he leave? What did we do wrong?”
Komogo remained quiet. No answers came, he was just as clueless as she was. A heavy sigh escaped his beak as he gripped her shoulder tightly.
“We can't give up hope yet. He's not dead. He can't be.”
She turned to him weakly, his heart sank upon seeing the defeated look upon her face.“Oh Komogo... I want to believe you. I truly do. But you heard the scouts-”
“They only gave a half-arsed search and you know it!”
His mother tensed, she looked frail and vulnerable, as if the slightest breeze might shatter her into pieces, but, to Komogo's surprise, she reached out and brushed his cheek with her hand.
“I know that look...” She paused, tears began to form again in her eyes. “Please... Don't do this. I can't lose you as well.”
“I- I have too. I can't spend the rest of my life wishing I'd done something!”
She was clearly struggling to hold back her tears, and upon realising she couldn't, flung her wings around her son, weeping freely onto his shoulder. “Please!- Your father went to ask the Elder to send another search party-”
“They think Rook's dead! They won't waste any time on him! Will they?” He paused, allowing his frustrations to wash over him. “Rook wouldn't hesitate if I went missing.”
His mother drew back, kneeling opposite to him. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she tried her best to smile. “I- I know... I've got to let you fly on your own one of these days.” Her eyes fell back to the wooden dolls in her hands. “I won't stop you. But please. Promise me...” She reached out, placing both hands against Komogo's face. “Promise me you'll come home. I can't lose both of my children.”
“I promise. I will come home, and when I do, I'll bring Rook back with me, you'll see.”
Previous: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42333549/
First: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41342787/
=====
Komogo paced restlessly atop the lofty, torchlit platforms of Rito Village. In the days following the Blood Moon, he had only grown more and more agitated. Where had his brother gone? And why? Had he done something wrong? Hurt him in some way? He shook his head, nothing made sense anymore.
Finally coming to rest at a balcony near the peak of the village, Komogo leaned against the railings and turned his gaze heavenward. There was not a single cloud in the sky, laying bare the entire sea of stars in all their sparkling beauty. This place once brought him much solace, a calm, quiet spot high above the waking world, where one's worries would merely float away with the breeze. But since the day the world turned red, the night sky no longer brought peace and tranquillity, whenever the moon rose, the village would turn deathly silent. Everyone would watch and wait. Was this what it was like to live during The Calamity? Fearing that any given night could bring down a horde of ravenous monsters?
Thoughts and questions raced through his mind, the days after Rook had vanished, scouts had flown out to search for the missing Rito. The only lead they had swiftly ended when the cart that had carried him from Snowfield was found destroyed, blood-soaked, and looted in the Breach of Demise. In light of this, the search had been called off, and Rook was pronounced dead. But that couldn't be possible, Komogo knew his brother, he knew full well that Rook wouldn't, couldn't, have died to a handful of monsters. He refused to believe it, but attempts to call for another search were futile, since the Blood Moon rose, the Elder, in her cowardice, had forbidden anyone from leaving the village in fear of another invasion of monsters.
He slammed his fist against the balcony, all of Komogo's life Rook had been there for him, whenever he was in trouble, Rook would move mountains. Now, his brother was missing, presumed dead, and Komogo could do nothing to help. His mind flew back to the days of his youth, to the day a Lizalfos nearly claimed his life... To the day Rook nearly threw away his own to save him. The image of the creatures murderous gaze haunted him, he remembered how Rook, barely eight summers old, did everything in his power to keep the beast away. And when that failed, Rook had thrown himself between them, raising his little training sword against a monster nearly three times his size.
Komogo returned to his pacing, marching around the platform and trying his best to clear his mind. Now it was his turn to help, and yet, what had he done in the week since his brother's disappearance? Nothing. He'd had simply sat on his tail feathers and waited for someone else to find him. Had the situation been reversed, he knew that Rook would be tearing apart Hyrule to find him, Blood Moons and Elders be damned. He came to a sudden halt, and his gaze drifted skywards once more. The moon hung like a grim specter in the sunless sea, its silvery glow mocked Komogo, laughing silently at his struggles. He stared back in defiance, but the longer he looked, the more he felt his willpower start to falter, as if the moon itself were sapping his strength, and for a brief moment, he could have sworn it began to speak. A faint voice, like that of a young child.
“Gone! Your brother is gone! You'll never find him! You're too weak, too scared, too frail!”
He tensed, wrenching his eyes away from the malicious entity. He wasn't weak! He could shoot a bow and fly as well as any other Rito, but... What did that matter if he was too afraid to fight? He'd never slain a monster in his life unlike his brother, and as if reading the Rito's mind, the whispers started once more.
“You'll never be like him, you'll be forever in his shadow, won't you?”
“You're wrong!” Komogo yelled, turning his focus back to the moon. The whispering ceased, plunging the platform into haunting silence, his heart brimmed with a newfound, fiery confidence. He'd was tired of being told what he could, or couldn't do, he was tired of being labeled a coward, and above all, he was tired of hiding behind his brother.
No more. The moon seemed to recoil in disgust at Komogo's determination. Good, being laughed at by the village was one thing, but he refused to be taunted by a giant hunk of rock in the sky. Cold air filled his lung as he took a deep breath, he'd find Rook, and he'd do it by himself, sod the Elder, and sod her rules. His talons clicked against the floor, if he didn't leave as soon as possible, then it could be days before another chance presented itself, he couldn't risk losing this bout of confidence. But first, his family had a right to know where he was going, one could only imagine how they would react if both their children upped and vanished.
Komogo's confidence began to wane as he approached his home, from within, the faint sounds of crying echoed out across the platforms. He rushed inside, had something happened? Was someone hurt? In some respects, he wished he'd never asked. The scene before him caused his heart to finally break. His mother was knelt beside Rook's empty hammock, crying into a small wooden doll she clutched to her breast. Komogo's eyes began to prickle, she cradled it the way she had cradled Rook as a boy when he woke from a bad dream, humming to it the same comforting lullaby she'd always sing as he'd cry into her feathers.
He stood motionless, the last time Komogo had seen his mother this distressed was when he'd been carried home on a stretcher as a child, what could be said to console her, now that she thought her son was dead? He glanced over to his own hammock, beneath it was a small, ornate chest where he kept many of his personal effects and belongings from his youth. Silently, he reached inside, and gently lifted out his own wooden doll. He'd been given one alongside Rook many, many years ago, a common gift from a mother to their children. They'd both cherished them, and even Rook, scruffy and unkempt as he was, took great care of it.
He sat beside his mother, carefully wrapping one wing around her. His heart ached at the sight of her face, her eyes were puffy and drawn, her normally well-kept feathers were matted and untidy. Searching hard for something, anything he could say to comfort her, Komogo placed his own wooden doll into her hands.
“He's still out there, somewhere. I know he is.”
His mother sat silent for some time, holding both of the dolls in her hands, until she finally looked up at him. “I just don't understand...” She whimpered. “Why did he leave? What did we do wrong?”
Komogo remained quiet. No answers came, he was just as clueless as she was. A heavy sigh escaped his beak as he gripped her shoulder tightly.
“We can't give up hope yet. He's not dead. He can't be.”
She turned to him weakly, his heart sank upon seeing the defeated look upon her face.“Oh Komogo... I want to believe you. I truly do. But you heard the scouts-”
“They only gave a half-arsed search and you know it!”
His mother tensed, she looked frail and vulnerable, as if the slightest breeze might shatter her into pieces, but, to Komogo's surprise, she reached out and brushed his cheek with her hand.
“I know that look...” She paused, tears began to form again in her eyes. “Please... Don't do this. I can't lose you as well.”
“I- I have too. I can't spend the rest of my life wishing I'd done something!”
She was clearly struggling to hold back her tears, and upon realising she couldn't, flung her wings around her son, weeping freely onto his shoulder. “Please!- Your father went to ask the Elder to send another search party-”
“They think Rook's dead! They won't waste any time on him! Will they?” He paused, allowing his frustrations to wash over him. “Rook wouldn't hesitate if I went missing.”
His mother drew back, kneeling opposite to him. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she tried her best to smile. “I- I know... I've got to let you fly on your own one of these days.” Her eyes fell back to the wooden dolls in her hands. “I won't stop you. But please. Promise me...” She reached out, placing both hands against Komogo's face. “Promise me you'll come home. I can't lose both of my children.”
“I promise. I will come home, and when I do, I'll bring Rook back with me, you'll see.”
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