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The Tale of ‘Devlan Kastro’

One night, under a red-coloured moon: a piglet was born in Kakariko Village. The mother pig had given birth to 5 more, but they were all born dead. Only the first piglet survived. Farmer had no idea why this was.

Why would 5 of 6 die? What sort of disease does the mother have that caused 5 stillbirths? he thought.

He also had no idea why the piglet had strangely coloured eyes. He shrugged it off and went back to bed.

The next day: the farmer called for the town’s vet to report the birth and deaths of 5 of the 6 piglets. The vet examined the mother and surviving piglet, thouroughly. He finished about an hour, later:

‘Well, she is healthy. I can’t find anything wrong with her. Maybe it was just a freak occurance. I did take a sample of her blood, so maybe I can find something in there…otherwise: she looks fine.’

‘How about the piglet?’ asked the farmer

‘He looks good.’ he shrugged

‘What about his eyes?’ asked the farmer.

‘It doesn’t seem to be affecting his vision and it’s not a symptom of any sort of disease.’

The piglet had grown. Since he was the only survivor of the litter: he drank lots of his mother’s milk. He became quite big. In fact: he grew faster than any normal piglet of his age.

By that time, the blood test results came back and everything was normal.

One day: the piglet started to wander off. He seemed to specifically wander north…where the graveyard was.

One night: he wandered too far. He was in the graveyard behind Kakariko Village. The moon began to change colour. It went from a pearl-colour to a deep red.

Poes floated about. They formed a circle around the piglet. They danced, floating in the air. Cackling. The pig’s eyes glowed red.

Dampé, the graveyard keeper, suddenly looked up from a grave he was cleaning. He shooed away the poes and grabbed the pig. He took it back to Kakariko Village.

The red moon went back to pearl.

‘Good farmer, please.’ he said ‘You must keep your pig out of the graveyard at night. Especially during a Blood Moon.’

The next day: the farmer built a stye for him. He made the fence very high. Dampé even helped out in the evenings.

The next night: the piglet got out. But, this time, he did not go to the graveyard: he went out of the village.

He didn’t wander, this time: he ran. He had covered so much distance that by morning: he had made it to Lon-Lon Ranch.

Malon, the daughter of Lon-Lon Ranch’s owner, Talon saw the pig.

‘Are you lost?’ she asked it, sweetly.

It turned to her and its eyes glowed red. Malon shreiked in horror.

Ingo heard this and ran to see what was going on.

‘What in tarnation!?’ he stopped and saw the pig. ‘Probably belongs to that fella in Kakariko. Sure ain’t one of ours!’

‘Should we take him back?’ asked Malon, still shaken by the pig.

‘If you don’t mind. I got work to do cuz your daddy ain’t helpin’ none!’ he snapped. Ingo turned and left.

Without a word, Malon turned and attempted to get the pig home. It refused to move.

‘Well, you’re not staying here!’ she said to it. ‘You know what…I’m just going to go to Kakariko and tell your owner to come and get you.’ she said finally. ‘I have too much to do, today.’

Malon made her way to Kakariko Village.

Meanwhile, the pig finally decided to move. He went North West. Towards the desert.

He seemed as though he wanted to go there. He didn’t slowly sniff and wander every which way: he was on a straight path to the desert.

About an hour, later: Ingo came back.

‘Malon!’ he called out to her. ‘I need you to help me move…’ he noticed she had gone.

‘Ah, I guess that girl went to take him back.’ he shrugged and went back to work.

Malon had reached Kakariko and she found the pig farmer.

‘Hey! I found your piglet outside my ranch. He refuses to move, so maybe you can come and get him. Maybe he’ll follow you.’ she reported.

She and the farmer headed back to the ranch.

By this time, the pig had crossed the bridge into Gerudo Valley.

The pig farmer and Malon returned to find the pig gone.

By this time, the piglet had managed to cross the Haunted Wasteland unharmed. As if the Mekakwereshe (Leevers) had been hiding from him.

The Desert Colossus was just ahead. Outside, on the steps, sat 3, young nikrae (witches). The nikra’e were teenagers. They wore dark brown robes over their traditional Gerudo clothing.

One of them noticed the pig coming towards them.

‘Well, well…’ she said ‘I guess tonight we have an aktamiresu…a sacrifice.’

The pig’s eyes were normal colour (normal for him). They thought him just a normal pig who wandered very far away.

‘Here piggy, piggy, piggy…’ the lead Gerudo nikra said, coaxing him.

‘You think he’s from that big horagi yérba …ranch south of here?’ another asked.

‘I thought kastro’e were slow. I would think by now his owners would have caught up to him.’ said the third.

‘If that is true: the owner must not care. They have tons of kastro’e, anyway! They won’t miss one.’ said the first.

The pig walked into the Desert Colossus. The nikra’e followed.

Night fell upon the desert lands. The moon was pearl-coloured with a slight, yellowish tint.

The third nikra had gone outside to see if the sun had set. She ran back in.

‘We’re ready!’ she said, with a smile concealed by her short, black veil.

‘Kérno! Excellent!’ said the first. ‘Now we wait for the Níli falume…’

‘And when we finish: we shall inherit Hyrule! Just as Ganondorf had tried to do…’

‘Pfft, those zayzitmus nikra’e Kotake and Koume did it all the wrong way.’ said the third, bitterly. ‘Ganon-DORK and his twin mothers failed. Magic and diplomacy and then war…maja magic shall suffice.’

They prepared the altar. The second nikra went to check the moon and grab a handful of desert sand. She went back in with a handful of sand grains falling to the floor of the temple.

‘It is turning orange. We’d better work quickly, ésha’e!’ she said.

She put the sand on the altar. The first nikra took some and drew an ancient symbol into it.

The pig’s eyes began to glow red. However, he let the nikra’e do their thing.

They placed the pig on the altar. The first one took her ceremonial matatsu (knife) and raised it above her head.

All three chanted:

Níli falume…

Nævu va samalét, nélk vihü!

Va Oflani Ehe me’e

Hairul, éso hiü!

The second witch checked again. The moon was now deep red as it had been the night the pig was born.

She came back in and reported it.

The first witch plunged the knife into the pig as they continued to chant. The pig did not make a fuss. It was as if the pig wanted this to happen. That it was his destiny.

The pig’s eyes stayed red. They were now as red as the moon outside.

The pig finally died.

‘Let’s go bury him in the Hanted Wasteland.’ said the first one.

The moon was still deep red when the 3 witches took the pig’s corpse to the Haunted Wasteland.

They buried him, quickly. The moon began to turn pearl-coloured, again.

‘Well, it’s done.’ the lead witch said. ‘Let’s get some tulbuzu.’

Suddenly, the moon began to turn again. It was turning orange and then into a deep red.

‘That’s not supposed to happen, is it?’ asked the second witch.

‘No.’ said the first. ‘It is supposed to be white. Next Níli falume isn’t for a very long time.’

They heard a deep, demonic oink. They turned around and saw the pig they had just buried, now alive and larger. His formerly pink skin was now as black as the night sky. His eyes were glowing deep red like the moon above. He also had tusks.

‘This isn’t the same pig we hatiupt buried is it?’ asked the third witch.

The second witch looked at the hole where the sacrifice had been disposed of.

‘Sha…yes…’ she confirmed, now frightened.

They then turned away sharply and started running away. The pig gave chase. He was faster than the 3 nikra’e. He caught up to them and gored the first one to death. He trampled the other two.

Their bodies were never found. It is said the sands of the Haunted Wasteland consumed them.

Now, until this day–Blood Moon or not–crossing the Haunted Wasteland is a bad idea. Especially during a Blood Moon when lost Gerudos have reported seeing a pair of red eyes and a large shadow with tusks. He is called Devlan Kastro or Demon Pig.

The End

Some believe that it is this tale is where Ganondorf got the inspiration for his final form.

#requiem inspiration #i might allude to this in a future fanfic #idk #zelda #requiem #1000 ways #ganondorf

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