Singled out. [open]

[link]

Link leaned back at the table he was sitting at, his fingers curled into a fist as he rested his chin on it, staring at the male across from him. Around him were a few more male and quite a bit of females, all just sharing stories about their day. He didn't join the conversation, since his day consist of wandering around the castle and being by myself to think, rather then have party after party and pull pranks that would entertain his friends. It didn't mean he wasn't listening though, his mother taught him that it was rude to be so distant and not talk to anyone during a conversation. Despite the few words and jokes he would throw in once in a while- he didn't say much. If not at all.

Looking over to the girl sitting next to him, he politely answer her question before excusing himself and leaving from the table. His friends gave him a wave before turning back to the gripping take of pranking the fairy that lived near the woods. He insisted they treat him like any other people, he wasn't fond to being a prince, the way people treated him was fake. If they hated him, they would talk about him behind his back, not to his face. It frustrates him when he isn't aware of it.

Moving to the outskits of the fairy kingdom, he had some peace to himself. Flying to the nearest branch of the tree, he sat down on the thickest and most sturdy branch of the highest tree before making himself comfortable. He looked ahead for a second before nestling agains tthe bark and looking at the sky, listening to the music as it boomed at the heart of the kingdom; not helping himself when he started to mutter the words to himself quietly.

[RANDOM EVENT BBY !]

BEEDLE CHOOSES YOU , LINK !

Goblin cries could faintly be heard on the wind as Beedle the Crazed Goblin ran through the trees away from his band, whooping and hollering with each step. The fat rabbit that he was chasing darted in between trees and plants as it tries to evade the crazed goblin, not wanting to be made a meal. "KAKER!" RABBIT! Beedle shouted in a shrill, high pitched voice as he swung his small mace at the white animal, growling loudly before letting out another shriek as he missed the animal. He was not aware of his location as he chased the rabbit through the great forest. All that he knew was that the sounds of the other goblins were fading as he continued his game with the rabbit. "Maagaaaaaaaaaaan Kaker!" COME RABBIT! He growled out as the rabbit darted into the hollow of a tree. Annoyed, Beedle crouched down at the hole and began to bash the hole with his weapon in hopes of making it big enough to grab the rabbit or scare it out.

Thump. Thump. Thump. The wood of the trunk was torn away with each hit but suddenly, Beedle stopped. The flash of pink caught the mentally unstable goblin's attention and suddenly, the rabbit was no longer holding his focus. Seeing the fairy boy fluttering his way up into a large tree, Beedle knew he would make a better meal that the fuzzy little rabbit that just got lucky. Pounding a fist on his own forehead, Beedle charged at the tree the boy was sitting, ramming his head into it a few times before falling backward over his own feet. "Dhagec! Ghekaan! GHEKAAN! MOKEC" Fairy! Mine! MINE! HUNGRY! he shouted, staggering up to his feet as he stared up at Link. He was now fully set on having the fairy be his meal and he wouldn't share him with anyone. Stamping his feet wildly on the ground, Beedle tugged his bow from his back, letting out a string of wild and crazy laughs as he taunted the boy. "MOKEC!" HUNGRY! He yelled again, his left eye twitching wildly at his excitement. Taking an arrow from his less than full quiver, Beedle cackled wildly and sent the arrow flying toward the boy in hopes he could get him down in one shot and proceed to make a feast of him.

[tarsus]

It'd been nearly two weeks since the attempted and failed siege of the Fairy Lands by Nero and his merry band of soul-less incompetents. By one factor or another they had turned back, not before causing a fair degree of death in their wake, but they had turned back nonetheless. In the days following the attack Pandora had ordered Tarsus out of the Palace and sent him out to the Fairy Kingdom. His job was to play guard dog, to make sure anything nasty that might have been left behind was dealt with quickly, before it could become a problem. It was with that in mind that Tarsus had gone to stalking a small band of goblins. In all honesty they were about the worst things left out here. Most of the larger trouble makers had long since disappeared back to the darkness with their horrid Master. However, these annoying and rather dumb creatures had enjoyed the forests too much. They were having fun terrorizing anything they could, and for that reason Tarsus had finally decided it was time to eradicate them.

Slipping through the shadows of the forest, the Half-Elf had stalked his prey for several hours. He was waiting for them to break march and settle down into camp for the night. It was in that darkness that the Guardian had planned to move in silently and slit their throats one by one as they slept. Clad in dyed black leather armor and a dark green hooded cloak the man merged into the dark parts of the forest with ease, the black scarf wrapped around his face leaving only those pale gray eyes of his visible. Moving silently through the trees, Tarsus kept an eye on the small band, noticing that one in particular seemed to be the leader of them. He was strange and excitable little creature that almost seemed too stupid to be evil. However, it didn't matter what they seemed to be, the fact was they all needed to die soon. Goblins were known for turning a perfectly fine situation horrible in the blink of an eye and the Guardian wasn't going to give this little troop that chance.

However, in a sudden burst of life the strange one took off at a dead sprint after a rabbit. As he disappeared into the forest, Tarsus watched the remaining Goblins slowly move away from one another, beginning their own search for food. As a small group of three neared him the Half-Elf pressed himself tightly against a tree, pulling a wickedly long and vicious looking combat knife. As the Goblins drew closer and closer, the Half-Elf closed his eyes softly, his breathing coming in soft gasps. He could hear the crunch of twigs beneath their feet as they drew closer and closer, he could hear their mindless chatter; and holding the knife tightly, he opened his eyes to see the three of them only a few feet away, completely oblivious to the Guardian waiting to kill them.

Suddenly, before they could even cry out Tarsus was upon them. Slamming his elbow into the throat of the nearest one, crushing the wind-pipe and rendering it silent, he quickly whirled around to slam the dagger through the ribcage of the second Goblin, the blade piercing his heart. Tugging the blade out savagely, Tarsus slashed out, cutting the throat of the third and final goblin; the creature falling to it's death upon the forest floor. Slipping the knife back into it's sheath at his hip, the Guardian suddenly felt his ears perk at a noise. It sounded like a loud crash followed soon after by crazed screaming. Melting back into the shadows, he took off at a quick and silent dash, weaving his way in and out from between trees and obstacles with a kind of agility that clearly eluded to his Elven heritage.

Tarsus arrived just in time to see the crazed Goblin as it tugged the bow from it's back and notched an arrow, sending the projectile hurling towards a Fairy. Tugging the Shield of Tears from his back, Tarsus hurled the shield with all his might, watching the object fly through the air to collide with the arrow in it's flight path. As the shield tumbled to the ground, Tarsus pulled the curved sword from his hip, the scimitar scraping in an all too familiar noise of steel on steel as it emerged from it's home. Holding the scimitar confidently, Tarsus looked up to the Fairy, his eyes calculating the situation before he looked back to the Goblin. Clearly the creature was mad, something within his mind completely off. However, the Half-Elf didn't have time to evaluate the mental stability of this strange little creature. It needed to die and they needed to be gone before the rest of the Goblin Troop heard the noise.

[link]

Link was starting to fall asleep. The music was more upbeat and it certainly wasn't the type to lure someone to sleep, but the serenity of the forest made him rather comfortable- he felt at peace.

His eyes drooped closed, his mind starting to scatter into random thoughts as he started to doze. However, a loud yell caught his attention, and his opened his eyes again- thinking that someone was playing a rather cruel trick on him. He didn't think too much of it until the monster screamed and rammed it obnoxious head spot on to the tree he was sprawled on. Startled, he grabbed on the tree just before he slipped, the yell and the pounding starting to kick in, along with common sense. The forest wasn't even supposed to have any monsters!

Terrified, stunned, and perplexed, he looked down, meeting the golbins eye. 'H-help,' he muttered weakly, unable to even project his voice. Seeing the beast notch an arrow, he scrambled to get away before he heard the twang of the string. Too late. He winced as he kept moving, just waiting to feel the arrow dig in between his shoulders. Of all the days that this could have happened, he had to be alone, and of all the fairies it could be, of course it would be today.

But it arrow never made it to the target. Turning his head, he watched as a half elf intervened, saving his life. Oh how Link would be ever so grateful. He scampered behind the tree, peering to the side to get a better view as the goblin turned his attention to the newcomer, forgetting about his intended dinner as another was was in sight. Maybe- it was thinking that if it got lucky, it would have to items on its plate rather then not. Link recognized it the was guards set to protect the kingdom- they must have been ridding the goblins just now.

[/justify]

[RANDOM EVENT BBY !]

Time seemed to stop for Beedle as he watched his arrow pierce the air. In just a few moments, it would tear through the fairy and Beedle would have his meal. But when a shield came soaring through the air and knocked his precious arrow away from the target. A loud yell echoed from Beedles throat at the man that had come out of nowhere to try and save the young fairy but if Beedle had things his way, that man would be made a meal as well. "Och! MOKEC!" Elf! HUNGRY!" He roared, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth as he snarled at the man that had ruined his hunting time. Dropping his bow to the forest floor, he gripped his mace firmly in his small hand as he glared at the man. "Beedle mad!" He declared, using the few words of the common language that he knew. Goblins were not known for their brain power and it was just the same with Beedle. Though he did seem to be lacking less braincells than the others in his group, his wild rage and madness could also be seen as terrifying to some. It made him more barbaric, more reckless than the others. More dangerous.

Goblin eyes darted to the young fairy as the boy ducked behind the tree like the scared little rabbit that Beedle had been hunting only moments before. His stomach grumbled and roared, begging and pleading to be fed which only fueled Beedle's annoyance with the half-elf. Licking his lips at the fairy boy, he turned his attention back to the man and snarled, swinging his mace wildly a few times in front of him. "DRAAL!" DIE! With his wild rage and madness completely taking over, he snarled and hollered at the half elf as he charged, the small goblin's eyes shining with madness as he quickly aimed a harsh blow to the man's knees, the location being the easiest to hit at Beedle's small size. The fight was certainly an unmatched and unfair one, but that didn't stop Beedle from charging at the man with every ounce of fierceness and anger than he had inside. Death was impending.