Author Notes: Think you for reading. You might have noticed the grammar and spelling problems. Most of those are caused because I am unable to read words. I only see letters when I look at a word so it is painfully great to try to write however i love it to damn much.
The inn was full to the brim. Even outside men and women were drinking. No one could argue about it though. It was the end of the week and everyone wanted a load off. The best place to do that was to go to the Green Scale Inn.
Hani Fale walked through the crowd of men. It was suffocating due to her height, but she didn't let that put her down. She ducked outside. The night was crisp, feeling good on the skin. She tried not to spill any of the ale as she stopped in front of the two men that ordered it.
She had to admit they stood out like a sore thumb. One had a bright green tunic with chainmail underneath. He was handsome, bright and had pretty eyes. The other though, was the complete opposite. He was rough with messy black hair pulled back in a ponytail. His face was unshaved and his eyes were dark and threating. She didn't like the look he gave her, like he was interested in some animal for sale.
"Here's your order," Hani stated, with the sweetest smile she could muster for the handsome man.
"Thank you," he replied, with a smile that could have melted any girl's heart.
The threating man cleared his throat, "we want a room for the night," he said the words with a low voice of steel.
"We can do that," Hani replied hoarsely, the smile was wiped from her face, "that will be eight rubies."
"You take coin?" he asked, with his deep foreign accent.
"All handle this one," his companion stated, "you need to really switch to rubies."
"Like I care about this Kingdoms currency," the other replied.
"Are you a mercenary? Hani couldn't help but ask.
"Hmmm," he rubbed his chin, "that is true, I'm a mercenary."
Her opinion of the man dropped even more. She hated mercenaries. They were nothing but murderers, and rapists. Every time they came to the inn they were nothing but trouble. As she thought about the word mercenary it must have shown on her face.
"You don't really like men for hire do you." He said. He put the mug to his lips.
"They killed my brother," she stated, "Lu was nothing but a foot soldier. But he was cut down all the same in the battle six months ago."
The rough looking man stopped drinking. For some reason he dug his eyes straight into the ground. He didn't say anything else, leaving her to go back to the kitchen. She continued to serve costumers entail it started to die down. But the way he acted kept coming back to her head.
Soon only a handful of costumers were in the inn. The two warriors were seated in a corner eating bread and cheese. Hani noticed that they didn't seem to know each other. They weren't close friends or anything like that, so she wondered why they were together.
She was behind the counter when her boss came out. He was a big man with a good sized gut. Anyone who saw him could tell he was no farm worker. He was a good man though, took Hani in when her brother failed to come home.
"So what is their business?" he asked, "I don't really like the look about the dark haired one."
"I don't know," Hani shrugged, "I know they are heading north."
"Who would want to go north?" Kozo growled, "the only thing you will find there is trouble."
Hani caught the eye of the mercenary. He glared at her entail she dropped her eyes to the work at hand. She jumped when the doors slammed open. She looked up to see four men in brown leather cuirasses with Ganondorf's emblem on their chests.
She could feel Kozo flex beside her, "you men aren't part of the regular garrison. So what can I do for you?"
The front man with a scar on his face snorted. He was a tall man with black hair. However unlike the mercenary she met, he wasn't young and he had a stare of steel not a glare of dread.
"We heard this place was giving shelter to the Socialist insurgents," he growled.
Hani noticed that the table that held the two young men was empty. They were gone. She kept her eyes low as one of the men walked straight up in front of her. Without warning he grabbed her hair and jerked her head up.
"Pretty little thing," he snarled, "but she could be a spy."
Kozo went to strike the man. With a flash of a sword that slashed across his throat however he fell back. The man pulled Hani out of the counter and dragged her across the inn. She screamed, kicked and even snarled insults as she went.
"This place has been found harboring insurgents," the leader yelled, "burn it."
Hani was dragged out. She fought with all her might. Her hands were bound behind her back and she was placed on a horse. The town's people watched their eyes looking dead as they didn't do anything. She spotted the two young men she met earlier that day. The mercenary had a hand on his comrade's shoulder keeping him in place. They didn't seem to even want to say a word on the matter.
It was like a blur as they rode out of the town and into the night. She tried to struggle several times but only got a fist that made her taste copper in her mouth. After what seemed like ages they stopped at a small camp. She was taken off the horse and thrown to the ground next to the fire pit.
"So what are you going to do with her," the leader asked.
"She's a spy," the other said dropping down right on top of her, "we have to see what information she has."
Hani didn't look at him. Instead she noticed that four other men were standing around the camp, all looking at her with hungry eyes. She already knew what was going to happen it was to painfully obvious. This happened all the time sense the mercenaries became garrisons throughout the north.
"Well get started I'm going for a piss," their leader declared.
As he walked away the man on top of Hani draw a knife. He quickly cut her tunic down the middle his eyes turning hungry like all the others. Hani felt tears well up in her eyes and slide down to the dirt below her. She didn't want to believe this was going to happen.
She felt him grab her. A scream escaped her lips. She struggled but was powerless. Then suddenly they stopped as someone stumbled out of the woods. Hani's eyes went wide as she saw the decapitated head of the men's leader.
The one who carried his head was none other than the mercenary she met. His face was splattered with blood and he had a strange crazed smile crossing his face. He sniffed and tossed the head at Ganondorf's men.
"So," he said, "who wants to play a game?"
Hani looked at him like he was crazy. Out of the seven men six drew weapons and charged after the young man into the darkness of the woods. The man on top of her got to his feet looking dazed at his leaders head. Moments later something slammed into the back of his head, jerking his whole body forward. He collapsed to the ground with a bolt planted in his skull.
The man in the green tunic came out brandishing a crossbow. He quickly cut Hani's bounds and pulled the young girl back to her feet. His eyes were wide and full of anger as he looked down at the body of the man who tried to rape her.
"We have to go," he hissed, "Damo is giving us a chance to get out of here without being followed."
He graved Hani's hand and dragged her out of the camp to a horse waiting just a few yards away. He got on and gave her a hand. She noticed that she was still practically naked. She covered herself the best she could before she grabbed his hand.
"Will he be alright?" she asked.
"I have no idea," he said frankly, "I don't really know the guy. But I can tell you that he isn't defenseless."
She didn't say anything else as they rode away from the camp. They rode straight up entail dawn when the young blonde finally stopped the horse. He got off with a thud when his boots hit the ground. He helped Hani get off next.
"He said to meet him at this junction heading to Hyrule castle."
He handed Hani a cloak. She took it without a word and wrapped it around her cold body. She was still shocked about their actions. Who would take on a full squad of mercenaries for someone they didn't know? Hani asked this question to herself as she watched the rode.
"What is with him?" Hani asked angrily, "he said he was going to take them all on?"
"He did," the young man sighed, "he said someone had to do it so the others could get out without pursuers. I would do it but he refused. But it makes sense. He is a seasoned mercenary while I'm barely a man who took his first life."
She had to agree with him. Someone who was use to fighting for his life would have a better chance taking on those mercenaries then someone who wasn't. But her question was why would he do it? No mercenary she ever encountered would do something like that. After all they only cared for money. She thought it through was he really after the mercenary's money that they had on them? They were bound to have some. She decided to no think on the matter any further.
"I'm Hani Fale. Thank you for what you did."
He gave her a smile, "you can call me Link. It's good to meet you Hani, but I wouldn't thank me. Thank Damo when he gets back."
They both waited there. The sun rose high in the sky entail noon came around. Hani was about to give up hope when a rider appeared out of the woods. The person slumped in his saddle as the horse walked up the trail. Hani shot to her feet. The rider looked up at her. The left side of his face was swollen and bleeding the same went for his entire body. She watched as he fell from his saddle with a loud 'thump' to the ground below. But she him clear as day it was the mercenary.
Next chapter Hunting in the woods.