A Hero's Path by Skarne/NarutoZeldaMaster
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Pain...Soreness...These were familiar feelings to link as he woke. Last night had been interesting to say the least, Master Ganon had brought him into his personal sparring room and had him facing a wizrobe. The spell burns still stung from his failed attempts to knock the fireballs back. He moved slowly, wincing as he did so. Rising into a sitting position and glancing around, his eyes refocusing in the darkness of his surroundings he came to see two Darknuts guardian the exit to his healing chamber. His master said he had adapted it from ancient technology used to heal someone long ago. Slowly, the liquid he'd been suspended in began to drain away and he was able to take his first breath in hours.
The stasis field kept his body from suffocating, locked in an instant between breaths while his mind was allowed blissful unconsciousness due to his fa...masters magics. He'd nearly slipped up again..The last time he'd called him that, he'd learned what those orbs of purple lighting his master was so fond of tossing about felt like. Needless to say they were a less than pleasant experience, and one he desired to not repeat. The oddest thing is, His master had seemed horrified by the punishment he'd dealt out as if he had cast it on reflex. But he knew his master better, every act was calculated for the most gain. It had to be when you ruled over half of the lands and your subjects tended to be...Uppity.
A placating word here, a publics work project there to appease the masses all while dancing his own political tune. In a way he pitied his master, How he could go through such madness day by day was beyond him. As the last dregs of the liquid dripped away, the stasis field fell and he slumped forwards in the tank. Choking and sputtering the foul blue liquid and watching it drip off of him, he glanced up to see a familiar face on the other side of the glass, sneering in at him. His masters other servant, Midna who had taught him much of her realms magics watched from the other side. Clearly she was displeased with this task, but then she was displeased with serving in general. His master had instructed him to watch her carefully as she was once a part of the "Resistance" and was not settling well into her role. Thus, He feared a betrayal. That would explain the darknut guards, His master had heavily enchanted their armor to resist all forms of magic. With them being incredibly accomplished swordsman, should she make the wrong move her head would be on the floor before she could even cast a spell.
Slowly the chamber door slid upwards, and he slumped forwards into the arms of the blue skinned Twili, Her hands gripping his shoulders like a vice and holding him up, the darknut's hands moving to their blades and resting upon the hilts of their blades. Weakly he waved them off, as he inhaled slowly, and trying out a recent spell he'd learned on Midna, slowly drawing her magic into him to reinvigorate himself. Suddenly he found himself laying on the ground, and the Darknut's blades were at her throat. Midna's face was the picture of tranquil fury, it seemed she'd noticed his attempt to leech her power and didn't take too kindly to it. He rose slowly, his body far more recovered with what meagre magic he'd drawn from her and snapped his fingers. The darknuts removed their blades and moved to attention.