Everything is calm on this moonless night in Castle Town. Though the air is chill, there is no wind, making it a rather comfortable for the aged bartender as he rests in his chair next to the window. Sitting in reverse with his arms resting on the back of the chair, the chill on his face proves to be rather invigorating as he stares at the bright lit sky. He takes a long draw on his pipe and lazily puffs a smoke ring from his lips. The still air allows it to gracefully rise onward and upward.
"Mmmh!" he groans happily as he uncrosses his arms and stretches them outwards, the joints in his arms faintly popping. "Nothing like a good smoke after a hard day's work." As his left arm rests back down on the back of the chair, his right moves to join his other arm, but comes to a halt and moves to his mouth to stifle a yawn. His eyes then glance up to the clock tower that in the center of town, its face brightly lit by the surrounding torches.
"Think it's time to turn in though..." He muses for a moment then glances to the faint embers of his pipe, the smell of the weed still very strong. "Shame to waste such fine stock. 'Waste not, want not!' " He chuckles as he quotes a memory from a childhood long past.
Leaning back forward, he takes another draw from his pipe, before tilting his face upward to send another smoke ring out the window. His eyes, surrounded by wrinkles, track the ring as it rises in the chill air, marveling at the way the faint crystals of frost in the air dissolve around the heated smoke for a brief second. Then as the ring begins to dissolve, he takes notice of a rather bright star in the center. He tilts his head faintly, noting a strange color to this star as it sat hovering right over a building in the distance.
The old man continues to watch with interest. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something wrong with this star. Then with a start, he suddenly stands up straight, his legs bumping into the chair he was straddled over. He fights to maintain his balance as he hollers as loud as he can. "Fire! Fire!!"
At first, the cries of the old man seem to be ignored as the town remains silent, the sounds of his shouts echoing alone through the air. Then a lamp is lit in one window, and then another, then another, and another as the first lit window is swung open.
"Fire?!" one voice asks in bewilderment. "Fire!" another exclaims in fear. "Fire?! Fire! Fire!! FIRE!!" Soon that single word is echoed over and over again as the entire town springs to life. "There's a fire!-Where is it?!-It's over there!-Whatcouldbeburning?!-Is it the forge?-No, it's coming from the northern district!-A noble house?-Where are the guards?! Find one!"
A hysterical cacophony of voices cry out at once as pandemonium seems to take over until a strong voice rings out. "Silence! You, boy!" A burly man takes hold of a young lad by the color an nearly picks him up off the grown. "Make through the streets to the guard house and alert any watchman to what's going on. Now go!" He then drops the child and shoves him out of the throng and into the street. The boy does as commanded without question as he haphazardly dashes in the opposite direction.
The man then turns his attention back to the surrounding crowd. "Everyone else grab buckets, axes, and any other tools that will be of use and be quick about it!" With someone taking command of the situation, the chaos begins to dissipate as people rush back into their homes as instructed and retrieve any potential fire fighting tools. "We must hurry to the northern district and find the source of that fire before it spreads!"
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As the masses swarm back out of their houses, it is like a river rushing through the town streets. Most have to go by foot, but others leaps into boats and make uses of the canal system, speeding rapidly ahead of the others through the water. One boat in particular races ahead of the rest, the one bearing the man that took command. As another steers and propels the craft, he waves a lantern in his right hand back and forth whilst crying out as loud as he is able. "Fire! Fire! A fire in the northern district! Everyone wake up! Fire!"
It isn't long until the entire town springs to life as the swelling crowd makes it's way to the source of the flames. The smell of smoke becomes thick in the air, choking some of them. A sudden cry of shock rings out as the first of the crowd comes upon the center of the flames. "The Hall of Records! The entire hall is ablaze!!"
Dozens of eyes stare up in utter bewilderment at the sight before another, familiar voice rings out. "Don't just stand there! To the wells and canals! Form lines!"
"I-it's useless... just look at it!" someone near exclaims he stares at the inferno. Flames seem to sprout from every bit of board in sight without a single plank or shingle left untouched.
"Just do it!" another harshly cries at him.
"We can't let it spread! Get water on those flames and douse the surrounding buildings. Chop out the walls if you have to!"
"Who would do such a thing? Why the Hall or Records?"
"No time for questions! Let's go!"
It is a long and trying night as the towns people fight to gain control of the flames. Most know it is a hopeless to think they can save the building at this point. Their goal is to merely keep the frames from spreading. It isn't until the first light of dawn that the flames die into the smoldering pile of ash that once marked the location of the hall. The surrounding buildings are charred with ash as the collateral damage is severe, though the spreading of the flames was prevented.
The event brings many questions to their minds. Little do they know this is only the beginning of something much bigger.
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As the days pass, news spread across the land of the attack against the Hall of Records... as well as the news it was not the only place attacked! It seems that any building housing any form of document or record of history was targeted in Hyrule. Fire, however, was not used in these other cases. Everywhere else the documents were found to be destroyed by more "conventional" means. Officials were shocked to find piles of shredded parchments scattered all over their floors or missing from their desk drawers and shelves entirely.
It wasn't just historical documents that were destroyed, though. All official records were wiped out in the process. Tax records, census data, everything! The guards are desperately searching the towns for any back up records that might have been kept, though few are having any luck. Many commoners are voicing worries (and complaints) that they will be double taxed for the current year.
However, tax paranoia subsides after a proclamation from the royal family is made. All regions within Hyrule are to hold an immediate census so that all the people may be counted and re-registered. Those that fail to register in this new census will be considered foreigners in the land. This proclamation has created much civil unrest among the people, especially those that have lived in Hyrule all their lives.
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