The Tale of Hilda: The Lunar Blade

Chapter 1

Ravio found it quite eerie being in the Dark Woods. The wind whistling in his ears made him shiver, and the strange noises of leaves crackling and night owls hooting caused him to look around like a timid weasel. As much as he would have loved not to be there, he knew this was the fastest possible route to Lorule Town. He needed to sell his weapons to people who'd use them. While he wasn't a very brave boy, he wanted to do as much as he could to help Lorule in its time of need. Recently, strange dreams about the kingdom falling have been troubling his sleep. After having the same bad dream for weeks, he knew it was a sign for him to do something about it. So naturally he decided to do what he did best: sell weapons. Surely a hero will rise against the evil after buying all of his nifty items. And after the evil is defeated, he could use the rupees he received to buy a nice cozy house.

"Oh jeez, this sure is a lot of work just to get some rupees!" Ravio thought. He looked at his companion Sheerow who was fast asleep on his shoulder. "I could really use a break right now..." He was very tired from walking for so long. He was hungry, too, so he decided to give himself a walking break and have a snack. Placing his bag on the ground, he reached inside, "I know I put food in here somewhere. Grr, come on, where'd it go?" His hand scavenged through the sack hastily until it finally found the crisp red apple he packed. With a relaxed sigh, he sat himself down under a tree and moved his rabbit hood back so he could enjoy his late night snack.

Before he bit down into the juicy delight of his apple, Ravio saw something glowing from the corner of his eye. "Ah?" His mouth closed and he placed the apple back in his bag for later. Then, he looked behind him and saw in the distance a faint red hue shining through the trees. "Waaah!" He jumped back onto his feet and tapped Sheerow rapidly on his back. "Sheerow, wake up! Look! Look!" he whispered loudly. The small bird slowly opened its eyes. It took him a moment, but he soon fluttered up from Ravio's shoulder and circled around his head. Ravio was too frozen in shock to move.

The bird hovered and examined the light. He didn't know what the it was, so he decided to get a closer look. He looked at Ravio, then the light multiple times as if he were hinting at something. "What?! You want me to go over there?! It's probably a big monster! No way!" Ravio shook his head and crossed his arms. "I'm not going!" Sheerow's wings drooped. He, out of spite, zoomed over towards the red light that flooded through the trees. "Sheerow!" He waved his arms for his companion to come back. He didn't want to go anywhere near the red glow. But if Sheerow got hurt, Ravio wouldn't know what to do with himself for staying behind. After putting his hood back on, he took a deep breath, rolled back his shoulders, and followed his friend. He passed the set of trees, and saw no monster. Instead, he saw a path that looked as if it hasn't been used in ages. He couldn't see Sheerow anywhere, so he started to grow extremely nervous. "Sheerow? Helloooo? Ya there little buddy?" The forest seemed to get denser as he continued down the barren pathway. He gulped and cowered as the light grew brighter. He braced for a terrifying monster to be at the end of the light, but when he arrived, he let out an extremely drawn out sigh of relief.

In the distance was Sheerow hovering around the object that emit the ominous glow. "A sword?" It seemed ancient, for it was veiled with rust and scratches. The glowing gem of the blade seemed to be the only thing that was not blanketed with moss. Ravio felt as if he was getting drawn in by the mysterious and oddly beautiful weapon. He walked up the wobbling, uneven, and severed steps to stand in front of the blade. Upon close observation, the sword looked even older than it had looked from afar. This blade was most definitely abandoned for over thousands of years. However, there was only one thought that kept looming around his mind as he inspected the ancient blade. Was it... Valuable? "Jeez, I bet this thing is worth a ton of rupees! If I can sell this sword to a hero-I'd clean it first, of course-we'll... We'll be rich!" He couldn't help but feel proud of himself for this extraordinary find. He felt like the luckiest boy in Lorule. Visions of him swimming in a sea of rupees and living in a grand home fluttered through his imagination.