This time, it's a very special edition!! I've drawn the pictures myself, but of course, they were done hastily, so they are most definitely not my best work. ENJOY!!Rain, Rain, Go Away
Once upon a time, there lived three Holy Men that had dedicated themselves to the Golden Goddesses. One was Roderick, the Pontiff of Power, who wore a magnificent mustache and clothing of red. The other was Sephiran, the Pontiff of Wisdom, who donned shades of blue and a nifty pair of glasses. Finally, there was Driscoll, the Pontiff of Courage. He was the more lively of the trio and chose to wear earthy green clothing, which complimented his bright purple hair.
As was customary, each morning the Pontiffs would walk around Hyrule Castle City and observe its inhabitants. They would visit the sick and the shut in and would often times share the word of the Goddesses with the rest of the people. The morning had started off clear and sunny, which lifted the trio’s spirits and made them even more determined than usual. “I think after all of this is said and done, I’m going to do 100 extra sit-ups along with my usual 500,”
Roderick announced proudly. Sephiran and Driscoll smiled and nodded. “In that case, I think I may practice my healing arts a few extra hours and then attempt to convert a few more heathens to the Goddesses.”
Roderick nodded to Sephiran, but a smile did not appear beneath the thick hair on his lip. The Pontiff of Wisdom and the Pontiff Power glanced over to the Pontiff of Courage, expecting him to devote himself to a few extra duties as well. “Oh…”
Driscoll caught their glances and then sighed as he looked upward. “I think I’m going to dance in the rain.”
He grinned and chuckled. Sephiran and Roderick frowned at the younger man, and as they opened their mouths to chastise him, a roll of thunder drowned out their words. Soon after, the skies opened and rain began to pour down on them. Luckily, Roderick had remembered to bring his panda-brella just in case.
Sephiran pressed against Roderick’s side in an attempt to get out of the rain and both could only look on as Driscoll began to sing, play, and dance in the downpour. Unlike the older men, the young Pontiff of Courage was not afraid to get a little damp.“DRISCOLL!!”
Roderick growled, “GET YOUR PURPLE-HAIRED SELF BACK OVER HERE RIGHT NOW!!!”
“Please, Driscoll, you’re going to get soaking wet and then you’re going to track dirt into the temple,”
Sephiran chimed, shaking his head and sighing heavily. Why did Farore’s followers have to be so…carefree? For a moment, Driscoll stopped to ponder his next course of action. Bounding toward the other two men, he spread his arms wide.“All right!! But first you both need a hug!!”“NO! Don-!!”
Sephiran and Roderick began, but it was too late; the deed had already been done.
Driscoll pressed his soaking wet body and clothes against his brothers’ and forced them into as much as a tight bear hug as he possibly could. Closing his eyes, he grinned to himself and then let go, taking a step back. To his amazement, both the Pontiff or Wisdom and the Pontiff of Power had melted into puddles of red and blue goo and had left nothing, save for a large mustache and a pair of glasses, behind.
The Pontiff of Courage bent down and scooped the power and wisdom jellies into a jar. Putting on Sephiran’s glasses, he then looked at the mustache in his hand. “Alas, poor Roderick! I knew him well.”
he placed the facial hair on his own lip and skipped down the road with the two jars tucked beneath his arm. Perhaps when the morning’s chores were over, he would return them to Athanasios…that is if they didn’t prove to be useful for anything else—like herb replacement or enhancers.
((*kisses* A masterpiece!))