HOLY SHIT! 12 reviews in one day? And you all favorited the story… and added me to your fav. authors… and subscribed to me… holy crap…
Thanks, those of you that reviewed! I had about given up on this fic!
I hadn't even started this chapter before I read those reviews… thanks for the boost, people!
Now, you all had a lot of questions in your reviews, and they were mostly the same, so I'll answer them here instead of individually:
I've set it up so that he won't be able to use the gun once he runs out of bullets. He doesn't use a gun in the forums (he's moved beyond Messengers by now), so he won't for very long in here.
Merda succede? …I got lazy there, so I translated "shit happens" into Italian… sorry…
This is taking place about one year after the events of Twilight Princess.
Sorry that this chapter is short, I wanted to answer some questions and let you people know that this fic is still alive. The next one will be longer, and up soon.
That's it for now! If I answer any of the other questions, I would be spoiling things.
Actually, no. the person with the knife is one of my most hated characters in gaming. Ilia.
There will probably be some Ilia bashing in this fic, so if anyone likes Ilia, I apologize now and for any time bashing occurs.
Dane kicked up with his foot, sending the person flying back with a thump. He sprang up off the bed, wincing as his arm swung in the sling. Seeing the colt lying on a table, he grabbed it, spinning around and aiming the gun at the person. It was a girl, looking to be not much older than him. As he cautiously walked closer, still aiming the gun, she started scooting back, away from him.
"Wait! Don't hurt me!"
Dane paused, glaring at her. "Don't hurt you? You just tried to kill me!"
"What? No! I was just cutting the extra bandages off your arm!"
He glared at her suspiciously, and then lowered the gun.
"Where am I?"
"What? You're in Ordon, of course!"
"What? I was just in Tennessee…"
"Where is that?"
He didn't answer, he was thinking too hard.
Ordon? Where the hell is that? What is this place? What's with all these tools… They're old tools… like something you would see in a museum… but they're new… Am I in the past? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? I NEED TO GET OUT OF THIS HELLHOLE!
Seized by panic, he charged past her, shouldering open the door.
Outside was like something from a painting. It was exactly the way you would imagine village life, in a medieval era.
In shock, he slowly went down the steps, looking around him as he did so. There was so much to see…
His thoughts were cut short as he heard someone yell to him.
Looking around, he saw a large, fat man with a strange mustache walking up to him.
"Hello! I am the mayor of this town. You gave us quite a shock, lying there in the middle of the woods. We haven't seen one of you in years!"
Dane gave him a confused look. "What do you mean? One of what?"
"One of the Twili!"
Dun Dun Dun! Cliffhanger! I am evil!
Till next time people! I promise that this time it won't take four months to update.
R&R please!
