Revarrie

Originally posted 3/22/24, minor edits 6/25/25 Kabre awoke with a fright. It had been years since his dreams haunted him so, not since the eldritch beast had been laid low by the four Beasts of the Sheikah's own making. The Beasts and their makers had promised peace, that through such a sheer use of force could the incarnation of evil be conquered once more. And peace did come, for a time. The evil one was vanquished and he, along with four others, were hailed as heroes. The princess and the werewolf, when the fight was done, made their home together in their big castle full of tiny people. Tiny puppies came along shortly afterwards, a girl first and then a boy, and proved that the two tribes of tiny people could become one. There had been whispers all throughout the peace, but Kabre paid them no mind. After all, peace had remained. A roar shook Death Mountain shortly after he awoke. It was not the mountain itself. Like the rest of his people, he rushed out of his home and looked