Well, that put a damper on things. Teruk and his family, along with the several onlookers who shared their perch on the rooftop sat in momentarily stunned silence. An Oathkeeper’s seal damaged? The undead blight that had cursed Ikana returned? It was almost too much to take in. Teruk shifted uncomfortably at the thought that the Prince, the young, handsome human in the expensive, exotic armour, had spent most, if not all of his life, witnessing the impending collapse of his civilization, if not Termina’s. How many of the other men who came with the Prince were likewise experienced veterans, men who have grown anticipating a war with the highest of costs? Suddenly, the curious and somewhat silly appearance of the knights took on a whole new and somewhat terrifying luster. The Deku wasn’t so certain about putting his faith in a man who claimed to have been told by the Goddesses to do their bidding directly, but the sudden revelation that Termina was suddenly under threat from something that had scared the Ikanans, something bad enough that after 25 years of self-imposed exile they saw fit to warn the rest of the kingdoms about it.

A chilling thought crossed Teruk’s mind; if Dampe’s seal, one in a very well-fortified and martial society such as Ikana, was damaged, what was protecting the rest of them? What kind of horrors would leech into Woodfall, poison water once more?

Or worse.

“Looks like the festival’s being cut a bit short.” Uncle Jera said, as if it were being rained out instead of the entirety of the audience being warned of an impending doom. “Come on, Loni, Teruk. We should get back to camp. I imagine a good amount of our procession is heading back to warn the King and avoid getting pulled into something risky and stupid involving the other races. I’d rather not find our belongings went with them.” He said, rising up to his feet.

“Aren’t you the least bit concerned about this?” Teruk said, alarmed. “I mean, if it’s as bad as the Prince is saying, shouldn’t we do something?”

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t.” Jera said impassively. “Take my advice, nephew, and try not to get worked up over things until you know all the facts. A public announcement in front of hundreds of overly excitable people? Not the best place to relay something important. Besides, we’re subjects of our King. Best to follow his lead, for now.”
“Unless he’s willfully ignoring what needs to be done.” Loni added.

“That’s good and all, but I want to find out more.” Teruk said, rising to his feet. “I’ll meet up with you guys in a little while, I just don’t want to risk missing out on something important.” He pointed towards where a throng of people were shouting at the Mayor’s house, demanding answers. “They aren’t wrong, but maybe going about it wrong.” 
A part of Teruk knew he should head back with his Aunt and Uncle, but a part of him felt a tinge of excitement mingling with the creeping alarm. This must have been how it felt when Majora’s Moon threatened Termina, only to be thwarted by the Oathkeepers, the paragons of all people. Maybe something similar was about to occur? It was terrifying, but the thought of witnessing real history in the making was exciting beyond words. 

“I need to see how this plays out.” He said.