Outrage (Open)

[Alyn]

"No, no, no! Not again!" Alyn fluttered about the dark little cavern angrily, dashing from one end to the other in the hopes that she's just missed her treasure trove, somehow, and it was still present, hidden under one of the rocks too big for her to move. But her buzzing did her little good; it was obvious that the cave, hardly large enough for an adult Hylian to crouch in, was quite empty.

But how?! The opening was so small! Alyn had purposely chosen this cave, located on the beach, because it was too small for any adult to get into! Even if they wiggled on their belly, she doubted they'd be able to get down the tiny tunnel and into her secret storehouse of treasure. She'd had five rupees gathered in here last she'd checked! FIVE! It had taken her hours to haul them down the tunnel and inside, and now that was all for naught! She fumed, wondering what nefariously tiny trickster had stolen her hard-earned loot. This warranted investigation.

She buzzed out of the tunnel to the beach, fluttering back and forth along the shore, unsure where to start. Surely the no-good thief wouldn't be fool enough to hang around here! But even as the thought occurred to her, two miniature people came hurtling over the hill and down to the water. She'd forgotten that Hylians were born a different size than they ended up. Weird creatures.

"It's just down this way!" One of them yelled, catching Alyn's interest. "I'm telling you, it was empty last week, but I checked this morning, and there was five whole rupees in our secret clubhouse!" He went on excitedly, and Alyn scowled. Returning to the scene of the crime, how typical!

Scrunching up her tiny face with determination, she decided there was only one way to deal with such devious criminal masterminds as these: punishment! She darted forward at top speed, diving for the loudmouth boy's head and delivering a swift blow to the back of his head. The impact left her dazed, and the boy turned around.

"Hey, what was that?" He asked, rubbing the back of his head. 'Aha!' Alyn thought to herself. 'Take that, you fiend!' She shook her head to make the stars vanish, as the boy shrugged. "Must've just been the wind." He turned away as Alyn's face purpled with rage. He would feel her wrath! Diving forth again, this time she seized a lock of the boy's hair, and grasping tightly, pulled with all the might her tiny body possessed. "Ow, hey!" The boy shrieked, swatting at her blindly. She dodged the blows deftly, continuing to pull on the knave's hair. They made for a comical sight, the boy flailing wildly while a puff of pink darted inches from his head, dodging his ill-conceived blows.

[Vanyr]

Vanyr flew through the air, dodging other birds and darting in and out of the clouds for a little entertainment. He was approaching Windfall, where he would stay for a short while. He was reflecting on the pirate attack; it seemed strange that a whole pirate ship had been near Outset Island, where pirates were few on most occasions. However, they had been there, and had been no match for the villagers, most likely to their surprise. But enough of that; it was over and done.

He shot out of a cloud, a small puff of white bursting outwards as he did so. He loved flying; he was free to do as he pleased and go where he pleased. To most on the ground he was nothing but another bird in the sky, which amused him. He tilted his wings up and down so that he made a ripple-like motion through the clouds, and laughed a little to himself. As he came out of this one he saw Windfall Island in front of him, and he angled downwards and began his descent.

As he neared the beach he put his feet before him and spread his arms to slow his fall. As he impacted with the ground he bent his knees a little to absorb the small shock. He stood up and looked around, enjoying the view of this Island Market. Usually people stared at him when he landed so abruptly; however it appeared as if no one had even noticed him. After a short while he realized what the cause was; a small pink sphere, which Vanyr knew to be a fairy, was attacking a young boy. He would have intervened, but he didn't know which side to help, so he simply walked a little bit closer and began to watch with a few other people.

[Alyn]

"No-good dirty rotten THIEF!" Alyn was shrieking insults at the top of her tiny lungs, although all most people could hear was a high-pitched squeaking noise, if they heard anything at all. She simply didn't have the mass for the volume required to voice the lengths of her displeasure. At least her antics had managed to draw something of an audience; the more witnesses to the boy's punishment, the better! Maybe they could ensure he got a good and lengthy stay in prison for his misdemeanors, she thought with a pleased smirk.

But just as she was picturing the rotten scoundrel cooped up in a crowded cell, a meaty hand wrapped about her slender frame, and even as her eyes widened and her mouth dropped into a distinctive 'o', she was being forcibly torn away from the boy and hurled into the nearest solid object, which happened to be a rock wall. Dazed and spinning out of control, she smacked into the stone with a bodily thump and tumbled to the ground, her vision blurring as she tried to sit up.

Bawling, the young boy, now freed from the tenacious fairy's grip ran into his mother's embrace, howling with pain, fat tears running down his round face. Recovering enough of her wits to notice this display, Alyn scowled. "Serves you right, little miscreant." She shouted, staggering onto her tiny legs as his mother turned her beady, angry eyes onto the little fairy.

"We should kill it! It must be some kind of a demon, sent to do us harm!" The mother hollered, and Alyn turned her eyes to the woman, appalled.

"A demon? Are you daft, woman? I'm clearly a fairy-" Unfortunately, her voice was tiny, and easily drowned out by the woman's booming tone. She didn't sound womanly at all, even as she rubbed her bawling child's back soothingly.

"Kill the demon, before it brings more misfortune to the island!" Alarmed, Alyn now found the rest of the crowd was looking towards her with murderous intent in their eyes, quickly transforming into an angry mob, their hatred directed towards her. This wasn't a good thing.

"Hey now, people, let's not do anything rash, right? This is all a misunderstanding; a kind of cultural mix up, you know? Now let's just all sit down and talk about this, shall we?" She fluttered up into the air, looking for a chance to make her escape, but they were quickly closing in. If she wasn't quick enough, they'd have her trapped in just a few moments, wings or no. She made a break for the shoreline, flapping her wings as fast as she could in sheer terror.

[Vanyr]

Vanyr had watched with a certain interest as the fairy combated the boy; he could only wonder what had brought about such an argument. As they continued brawling, the fairy was at last thrown away and the boy escaped to the safety of his mother's arms. The floating puff ball, however, appeared to be angry indeed by the small, jerky movements which it was making while hovering there.

At this point the mother began accusing the fairy of being a demon. It was unlikely that a demon would choose such a shape or color, but clearly this woman understood little of demons or fairies. Vanyr sighed as they all began to rally to destroy the small being who had seemingly began assaulting a helpless child. The townsfolk slowly approached the fairy, yelling out 'Demon!' and other such insulting names.

The fairy, after buzzing about, began darting for the shoreline, near Vanyr. He was unsure of which side to assist, or whether he should do either. As the glowing pink orb approached him, he decided that if the townsfolk caught and killed a fairy, it would do nothing but possibly anger the other Fairies, who lived very close by, on the Mother and Child Islands.

As the fairy passed him, he stepped out in front of the Citizens who would destroy the supposed monster. They paused, and began shouting and screaming at this Rito boy who was blocking their path while they were trying to destroy a terrible demon. Vanyr commanded them to be quiet, which was an order ignored, and regardless began to explain that it was not a demon, but a fairy. However, his communication had little effect, and most of the Hylians simply began running once more after the fairy. Vanyr sighed once more, and was glad that he had at least bought several seconds for the fairy's escape.