AN: Here is the next part of Oracle of Secrets, please R & R! And just to warn you, a rather grisly fight scene is in this one.
Something pointy was sticking in his side. Link rolled over and opened his eyes, looking about him. He was in a meadow full of flowers, laying upon a stick, somewhere in the land of Trinnia.
"Trinnia," breathed Link. "Hang on, Farore, I'm on my way."
He climbed to his feet and waded through the tall grasses towards the huge Makus he could see in the distance. Butterflies and bees drifted all around him as he walked through the pleasant meadow.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Link whirled about at the scream, whisking his sword from its sheath. At the edge of the forest he could see a small girl running through the flowers, her pink pony tails trailing behind her.
Moblins were chasing her.
Link ran through the grass, swinging his blade to cut tufts of the cumbersome green out of his way. The girl changed direction and ran into the tall grass, the Moblins not far behind, and screamed again.
"AAAAAAAH! HELP! Somebody, anybody, HELP!"
Link leapt a log and rolled into the path of the monsters, shield at the ready. The head Moblin snorted, scuffing to a stop. It waved its spear at Link.
"Out of way, human," it grunted. "I have need of tiny pinked girl."
"No chance, Moblin," said Link, keeping the girl behind him. "You will not take her."
The monster let loose a growl and charged at Link, leveling its spear. Its' bow-wielding companions began to fire arrows at Link, but they only hit his shield. He side-stepped from the path of the Moblin's charge and swung his blade, cutting the creature's leg.
"YAAAOOOW!" yelped the Moblin. "Filthy, lowly human scum! You pay for my blood!"
It thrust its spear at Link, grazing his shoulder. Wincing at the pain, Link stabbed his sword into the Moblin's gut, the creature's blood gushed over his hands, followed by its' intestines. It looked at Link in shock, its' mouth hanging wide. Link jerked his sword from it as it fell to the ground, blood leaking from its' nostrils. The bowmen growled and launched themselves at Link, attempting to catch him off guard. He whirled in a perfect spin-slash and cut the head off one of the Moblins, blood spraying his face and clothes. The other Moblin stopped where it was and shook its' head.
"Nuh-uh! I no die today!" it cried. It threw a small blue ball at the ground which exploded into thick gray smoke. Coughing, Link staggered back, his eyes stinging in the acrid fog. When the smog had cleared, the monster was gone. Link heaved a heavy sigh and flinched as pain shocked his shoulder. He turned as he felt something tug at the back of his tunic. The pink-haired little girl looked up at him with wide green eyes.
"You saved me, mister. Thank you," she whispered. She looked him up and down, wrinkling her nose at the sight and smell of the violet monster blood. "Would you like to wash your clothes? My house isn't very far."
Link looked down at his clothes and chuckled wryly. It wasn't the first time his green tunic was stained with the vile smelling Moblin blood, it probably wouldn't be the last either. He smiled at the pig-tailed girl and nodded.
"I would certainly appreciate the chance to be clean again," replied Link. "I honestly don't want to let this dry more than it has to."
The girl giggled and began to walk away. "My name is Simagin, what's your name mister?"
"I am Link, of Hyrule," he answered as he followed her.
Simagin's eyes widened. "The Hero who saved the Oracles? What are you doing here?"
"I was sent by the Oracles and Princess Zelda to save Farore, she's in grave danger," Link said, his face grim.
"Really?" gasped Simagin, glancing at him. "Is that why the Library is closed?"
Link nodded, looking up as they entered a small grove of trees. The light that filtered down was cool and refreshing, giving him a chance to feel at ease. As they exited the trees, Simagin grabbed his sleeve and pointed.
"There's my house, Link! See?" she cried happily.
A small brown and yellow house lay in a valley before them, resting into the side of a hill. It's bright sunshine-colored roof was topped with a black chimney that spouted a stream of smoke and sparks. Simagin ran ahead, pulling Link with her, as she still had a hold on his sleeve. Stumbling at the sudden increase in speed, Link tumbled to the ground and rolled down the hill taking the excited girl with him. A plume of dust rose up behind them as they bounced down the path, coming to a stop at the bottom. Simagin let out an annoyed huff.
"I wish you would of told me you were gonna fall, I would of got out of the way!" she said.
Link looked at her. Her pony tails were falling out, her pink hair was a mess, and her clothes were covered in dirt and grass stains. He looked at himself. Dirt, grass, and monster blood had turned his once-clean clothing into a crusty disaster. He chuckled. Simagin looked at him, eyes wide, then she giggled. Chuckles turned to guffaws, guffaws to full belly laughs. The two of them laughed until tears streamed from their eyes and they rolled upon the ground, reveling in the hilarity of the situation. Simagin rubbed the tears from her eyes, the odd giggle still escaping, and stood up. She took Link's hand.
"Come on, Link. Momma should be able to help us clean up."
Link stood and nodded, not trusting himself not to laugh again. As they approached the house, a ringing could be heard. He tilted his head, listening to the tone.
"Simagin, what is that noise?"
"Oh, that's Poppa. He's a blacksmith," she replied matter-of-factly. The ringing ceased.
Link nodded, remembering his grandfather. Then he winced. He had forgotten to tell Grandpa Smith that he was leaving… again. I am going to get a sound thrashing when I get home, he thought with a sigh. Just as they reached the house and Simagin's hand was on the knob, the door flew open. A tall, muscular man with a shock of red hair stood in the doorway, a massive iron hammer in his hand. He looked down at his daughter, then at Link, his eyes narrowing. Crap. I know that look. I'm going to die without saving Farore, he thought with a gulp.
"And just who are you?" growled the man. "And why are you with my daughter?"
AN: I adore cliffhangers, don't you? Stay tuned for the next installment of Oracle of Secrets!
