Bounded. His arms, wrists, legs, and ankles were tightly knotted. His heels hung over the edge. His eyes showed sorrow, but his movements acted like he didn't care. A crowd stood in watch of him, guards pushing them back.
"Now!" a guard demanded.
Another guard shoved him with his foot, knocking him over backwards.
"Stop! That's my friend!" another red-clothed boy screamed from the large crowd. Their shoulders blocked his path. He can only watch his friend from afar.
No matter how much he cried, time was far from turning around. The bounded boy fell over the edge into pitch darkness.
The falling boy heard that voice. That voice... Only that...it's too late. His brown hair whipped around his helpless figure. His silent tears seemed to rise above him. We never got to say goodbye... and everyone else...Smiling, laughing faces lingered in his mind. His friends...
He was falling. Falling further and further away from his friends. Falling closer and closer to absolute darkness.
Through a curled ball he continuously asks himself, "What is my name? Who am I?" His sleeves were torn. A dark bruise covers his left cheek, and cuts covered the other side of his face. It has been years since that happened.
All around him, old rusty skeletons and broken bones littered the floor. In fact, there was no floor. The surface was made of broken bones of unfortunate souls like his own. The stench was awful of rotting flesh and other sick matters. He living boy didn't notice this after the years he had stayed there for.
His yellow shirt under his black tunic was the only light there were. On his shirt was a symbol of Hyrule, the kingdom he had lived under. The boy's eyes were once matching to his shirt. Through the gore his eyes turned darker and darker by night.
What am I to do? I live on the dead. He leans back, despite of the skull and ribs behind him. My body refuses that I'd die.He stands up to wander.
All she heard was her own heavy breaths. She has been sprinting for what felt like forever with all her strength. Below, her feet crunched and snapped rotting bones. Out in the distance... did she see color besides this black and red?
A human! She has been running in search of someone. He noticed her. His amber eyes were dull of mixed sorrow and regret. His stare was almost a glare.
Amber eyes... How unusual. The girl examined his shirt. A shirt so familiar, with a glare so different. No one wore that shirt except for...
"Gold...?" she asked.
"Gold," the boy repeated. "Is that my name? It feels more like Ashes to me."
She knew that voice, the voice behind the unsteady raspy effects. It only makes sense. Only Gold had amber eyes. Only Gold wore that shirt. Of them, only Gold was missing.
"I'm Shade! Don't you remember me?" she yelled.
With unsure emotions, this boy slightly gasped. Shade. What a familiar name. "Shade... Shade, do I know you?" he lied. But inside, he knew. He knew very well who this girl was. He cried inside for lying. His dull eyes showed nothing.
"Shade! Wait up!" he had laughed when they were small children.
"I'm going to bring you back to Hyrule," she calmly whispered.
Gold shot up. "No way! I refuse! I'll bring you down!"
"Too bad," Shade laughed as a transparent chain appeared from both of their wrists. "From today on, this invisible chain is our only way around, okay?"
Gold never nodded or shake his head no. Instead, he asked, "Did you seriously come all this way here... just for me?"
"Of course. The others were waiting for you too all these years. I hate waiting, so I decided to search for you," Shade answered truthfully.
She straightened her back and rolled her shoulders. "So, what are we waiting for now? Lets go!" she laughed, facing a direction of radiant light and stairs reaching upward.
For the first time in a while, Gold's amber eyes lightened up a bit.
Someone, tell me how to get rid of that one awkward, corny spot about the transparent chain. It's annoying me. By the way, since all of these are OCs, somewhat for now, I'll have to explain.
These two are from the Epic Squad, a fanmade group of Four Swords Link OCs. I'm Gold, and of course, I sound nothing like him... or how he used to be. ._.'' Anyways. The Epic Squad is on deviantArt. I'll mention more as the story goes on.
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Thanks for reading.