Chapter Two: Forgotten Friends
The outside… Freedom…
But at what cost? Acting on what he thought was pure instincts alone. Of course that was what he thought. He didn't even know who HE was. A dire problem he struggled to understand.
He wanted to know…
Who was he? Where was he? Why did his supposed brother do this?
All questions that lead to dead ends at present.
Running
Running
Running
That was all he did. Not stopping, even if his body begged for mercy. His muscles strained and screamed in protest with each heavy thudded step. Claws eating up the very earth below him. The only sounds available was the harsh labored breathing of an animal running for its life, and the thudded steps he took.
In a sense he did feel like he was running for his life, he was wasn't he? Dodging and weaving every obstacle with precise performance.
Almost like he was an expert. Every fiber in his being worked for the only purpose he had right now…
A bright light caught in his line of sight, blinding him, yet he kept on running. Dodging even without his eyes to guide him. Then his other senses cut off abruptly. Something clawing and dragging him back into the pits of his subconscious. The very last thing he noted was the harsh impact with the ground before the feeling of something snapping, giving way to the ground below him, then it all went black.
Black as night, yet clear as day. Something was happening and something was indeed wrong.
I was dragged back to that dream, that nightmare…
I was laughing because of my own blinded madness. Ignoring the searing pain, the whiteness in my eyes. Limbs shaking without remorse. I found it all laughable, enjoyable.
I could still feel the sting, the burning of his blade lodged in my chest. Still causing damage. Weakening me till my laughs were mere coughing chuckles. Blood making its way up with each breath. Splattering the ground in a red color.
That was enough to drag part of me back to earth. Pain, strife, and death flashed through my mind.
I began to breath heavily, panic ensuing. I had to get away.
Retreat…
Revive…
Return...
The method of defeat, as much as it pains me to do, but I must live. Everything felt the burning need to live, to not die.
Why does the deer run from the hunter? To live, to survive another day.
What do I do? I run. Run as far as I can…
Something was yet again disturbing me from remembering, from finding out who I was. Gentle and small hands running down my less wounded side. Comforting is what I could use to describe it.
Inhaling deeply got the hands to stop before resuming their task. Such touches were so gentle and loving. It brought me great piece.
Slowly my eyes opened, only to be disappointed with the false sense of hope when my vision came out blurry yet again.
I could still feel that faint sting and tingling of the blade's power, even if it wasn't there anymore.
The figure wore a green outfit from what I could tell. Sword and shield strapped tightly on his back.
For some reason I felt like I knew him too. Same as the last being, I couldn't quite figure out why he felt familiar.
"Who are you?" I asked in a weary voice. A humble and cheerful voice responded. "Link." Simple, plain, welcoming. That name hit me like a charging bull. 'It's so familiar…' Was my thought.
"You seem familiar…" I say silently, struggling to focus my eyes on him.
From what I can tell he smiles and mutters a "I get that a lot."
It's then that I realize one of my wings is splinted by some cloth and two sturdy sticks. A makeshift brace. "What happened?" Link asks curiously, hands now focused on keeping my from standing.
I move my head closer to my broken wing, wincing from the strain. I broke the bone right above the base and before where the elbow would be on any limb. Link had made a small as possible hole to keep the sticks in place with the cloth. Kid seemed to get it right.
After some time inspecting his job I answer the best I can. "I was running and fell." That of course was the simple answer.
Link leans closer, pointing to the obvious wounds that weren't caused from said fall. "And that?" Apparently Link is a tad bit nosey. "I lost a fight." I mutter blandly. To be honest these questions were irritating.
"Lost a fight? Seems like someone was trying to kill you. Believe me I would know." Link said it with skepticism, eyes narrowing. There was also reassurance in his words.
Then I try and place two and two together with a wild accusation.
"Ghirahim?" I say the name, looking at him with blurry vision. His eyes were blue… Almost like him. My supposed brother. Snapping out of that thought I notice he stiffens at the name. Eyes warily looking around.
"I met him earlier." I add in quickly, all in hopes to settle him down.
If this Ghirahim was here I'd be damned. I travel fast and far in a matter of minutes, at least I thought I did, right? Why do I remember some things, but not others.
"Don't trust him, I may have rid the world of Demise, but somehow Ghirahim still lives." Link said, seeming to calm down after my last statement. "Demise?" I asked curiously. Link looked at me. He seemed shocked, baffled even. "Man, your not from around here are you?" He said, coming down from his moments of shock.
It was then that he stopped petting me and instead checked on my wing. Being careful enough not to cause pain.
Link was clumsy in doing so causing me to hiss. I hissed in both pain and annoyance. I then felt bad because Link flinched away, drawing his sword as he stumbled to get up.
I felt even worse when my mind got around to realizing just how aggressive a sound I have made.
From what I could see, he just pointed his sword at me, inches away from my face.
It was then that a familiar stinging feeling could be felt just from being in his sword's general area. It stung and clogged up the air. The dull stinging in my chest flared up. I cry out from it, my blurry vision went back to that blinding white.
Eyes scrunched shut and the last few things I notice was my body convulsing in pain, like I was having a seizure. And Link gasping before rushing to my aid warily from what I could tell.
Then my body welcomed the sweet silence of slumber.
