(Alright, since this is going nowhere, I thought maybe I'll kick-start it again with a bit of story-post for my character I just had an idea for that will not affect the pace of the plot in any way. DO NOT WORRY, this is not advancing the story or moving out, or anything. This is just a random snatch of story. I've decided to give my character a flash-back).
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As her horse gently walked beneath her, Val thought to Starloft, of what happened early on when the land had just been settled.
- Their people were opposed. An army of monsters and corrupted men had the standing army surrounded. They had shepherded the settlers from the outer lands and the deep forests to claim this land as their own, to build more than a village, but a city - the first Hylian city. It had been primarily a conflict between gods - Hylia who had wanted to bring her creations prosperity and Demise who'd wanted the land to lay fallow to the shadows and the wild beasts. There were too many Hylians to be content in the small villages. They needed a place of pride, a place to create the grand works their expanding imaginations desired. Demise's solution was to "thin the herd" of people by bringing up monsters to devour them. Hylia did not approve and crafted her own solution of inspiring the people to create and take up swords.
Demise had nearly succeeded. What was left of the outlying villages had been "thinned out" to the point of oblivion. Starloft's people were the last left. The elder gods had chosen three avatars to allow them to enter the world they'd created in spirit - without interfering too much in human affairs. Val, who'd up until the city's founding had been a farmer and a hunter, was now without a family and had been chosen by Farore, the Goddess of Courage, because she'd risked her health and life to save various people from monster attacks and had gone into it without a second thought. She'd just used hunter's tricks on monsters, nothing that she thought special. She'd never thought she'd wind up leading a formal army.
The rain was coming down hard during the Last Stand of Starloft. Her tunic was soaked and her chain mail was dripping through, soaking her skin. Many fallen soldiers lay before her - her own, most she did not know well, some had names that were fuzzy in her mind, but their faces, frozen with open mouths, surprised eyes, would remain forever in her memory. The monster-army stood strong before her, their spears gleaming, cutting through the sheets of water. Civilians were huddled in the inner core of Starloft, behind their hastily-formed army. There were a few men among the monsters. They all had different motivations. Some felt they had good reasons for going against their own people.
The rain was cold and Val was dying. She had many wounds - cuts on the arms, a stab to the gut with a depth she did not know, but wasn't a quick-killing wound by any degree, an arrow in the chest, close to the heart but having missed both it and the lung somehow, but still very serious. She'd tied a stick around her shin to brace up what felt like a hairline fracture. She squinted out of a blackened eye. She kept her shield up and her sword ready. She was ready to die, if she had to, but she was going to go out fighting.
She thought she heard Aren screaming from somewhere behind her.
She saw the movement of the enemy and gave the order for her men (and women) to charge. Just then, she felt a burning in her back, at her shoulder. Something that felt like fire in the veins urged her up and urged her forward.
Everything before her went green. Val was told by those that were there that her eyes and turned bright green - not their usual shade, but glowing. She felt something like wind in her brain. Farore was with her. Farore was helping her to move her battered body. Farore said "FIGHT!"
Vals' sword cut through the advancing line. It glowed with green flames and sliced through monster-scales and armor as though they were made of warm butter. Val saw the fear in the eyes of the beasts and laughed at it. It was Farore who was laughing. Val locked eyes with one of the human soldiers that was working with the monsters. As she cleaved his beating heart, the Life-side of Farore imparted images of his family. He had joined the monsters because he'd thought it was the only way to keep his family safe. A soldier that she'd locked eyes with before a beheading was a weak and frightened man who'd thought that he could become strong and confident if he was able to become a monster. Sorrow flooded Val, but these men were intent upon murdering the innocents in Starloft... the people she'd loved.
A few men were monsters in all but form. She did not feel any remorse over ending a man who had done horrible things to a young woman and left her to die in the woods. Likewise, the man who'd sacrificed his young son to Demise did not receive her mourning. Every kill Val had dealt, however, whether to a monster or to a man, was quick and clean - full of Farore's sad mercy.
Still, Val was under the influence of Farore and only had partial control. And Farore was furious.
The lines were opened. The army of Starloft routed the enemy. The rain ended. Val fell heavily to her knees. She found, however, after the fire in her veins had left her, that her wounds had, as well. The arrow had fallen out of her. Her hasty leg-brace had come loose. All of her cuts and stabs were healed. Even the bruise over her eye was gone.
There was, however, blood on her hands - the red blood of men and the black and purple blood of beasts.
The army of Starloft were circled around her, staring.
Val felt the horse beneath her. She closed her eyes and bowed her head, trying to chase the memory away.