PROLOGUE
The young soldier winced as the tip of a sword touched his throat.
"Tell me where it is!" demanded a tall figure; a man dressed completely in black, with a black hood over his face that concealed his identity.
"I tell you, I don't know!" the soldier replied desperately. The tall man moved to his left, and pointed the sword at the next soldier. All twelve Hylian soldiers in the unit had been tied up, and were kneeling in a straight line. Surrounding them were several more black men, all with an impressive array of weaponry.
"You tell me, or would you all like to die?" the tall dark man sneered as he pointed his sword at the person who happened to the unit leader.
"Honestly, sir, we do not know of what it is that you are looking for," the leader pleaded in a bid to save his unit.
"Nonsense! You will tell me now!"
"I would tell you right away if I knew."
"How can you have not heard of the map? It has the potential for great riches. I know you are protecting it, I know! Answer!"
"I am sorry..."
"So am I. Number Two?"
"Yes?" Another tall, solidly built man with a gruff voice stepped forwards.
"You know what to do."
"Yes sir."
At once, the seven black men moved outside the small hut, leaving the soldiers tied up inside. Once his men were safe, Number Two lit the fuses of four bombs that were placed outside the four corners of the rectangular hut. As soon as the fuses were lit, the black men sprinted as fast and as far away as they could get from the hut. They ran with their backs to the enormous explosion that went up behind them moments later.
Inside the hut, each solider scrambled desperately to escape the intense heat that instantly surrounded them. This was hard with their hands bound firmly behind their backs. The youngest of the unit, who had been in line next to his leader, had managed to slip his legs through his arms so that his arms were now in front just after the men had gone outside. He managed to shield his face with his arms, and somehow did an adrenaline-powered leap through the burning window. He soared straight through the fire and rolled onto the grass outside. His short blonde hair was on fire, and he banged his head hard on the ground in a bid to put out the flames. It worked, however it left him with a spectacular lump. The fireball seemed to expand out from the hut, and the soldier scrambled to his feet and began to run away. He saw that he was the only man from his unit outside. The soldier did not stop running until he reached a large boulder. Exhaustion and injury got the better of him, and he collapsed to the ground. With his joined arms, he felt inside the coat of his thick soldiers' uniform, and felt for the thick, old piece of paper. It was still there. The deep sense of relief blocked out the physical pain, and the soldier was able to fall into a deep sleep.
The young soldier winced as the tip of a sword touched his throat.
"Tell me where it is!" demanded a tall figure; a man dressed completely in black, with a black hood over his face that concealed his identity.
"I tell you, I don't know!" the soldier replied desperately. The tall man moved to his left, and pointed the sword at the next soldier. All twelve Hylian soldiers in the unit had been tied up, and were kneeling in a straight line. Surrounding them were several more black men, all with an impressive array of weaponry.
"You tell me, or would you all like to die?" the tall dark man sneered as he pointed his sword at the person who happened to the unit leader.
"Honestly, sir, we do not know of what it is that you are looking for," the leader pleaded in a bid to save his unit.
"Nonsense! You will tell me now!"
"I would tell you right away if I knew."
"How can you have not heard of the map? It has the potential for great riches. I know you are protecting it, I know! Answer!"
"I am sorry..."
"So am I. Number Two?"
"Yes?" Another tall, solidly built man with a gruff voice stepped forwards.
"You know what to do."
"Yes sir."
At once, the seven black men moved outside the small hut, leaving the soldiers tied up inside. Once his men were safe, Number Two lit the fuses of four bombs that were placed outside the four corners of the rectangular hut. As soon as the fuses were lit, the black men sprinted as fast and as far away as they could get from the hut. They ran with their backs to the enormous explosion that went up behind them moments later.
Inside the hut, each solider scrambled desperately to escape the intense heat that instantly surrounded them. This was hard with their hands bound firmly behind their backs. The youngest of the unit, who had been in line next to his leader, had managed to slip his legs through his arms so that his arms were now in front just after the men had gone outside. He managed to shield his face with his arms, and somehow did an adrenaline-powered leap through the burning window. He soared straight through the fire and rolled onto the grass outside. His short blonde hair was on fire, and he banged his head hard on the ground in a bid to put out the flames. It worked, however it left him with a spectacular lump. The fireball seemed to expand out from the hut, and the soldier scrambled to his feet and began to run away. He saw that he was the only man from his unit outside. The soldier did not stop running until he reached a large boulder. Exhaustion and injury got the better of him, and he collapsed to the ground. With his joined arms, he felt inside the coat of his thick soldiers' uniform, and felt for the thick, old piece of paper. It was still there. The deep sense of relief blocked out the physical pain, and the soldier was able to fall into a deep sleep.