Chapter Four:
Intruder
I worked hard on this one. I have to say I am not too happy about this one , but it has a good setting. (In my opinion.)
Sorry it took sooo long.
Disclaimer: Ugh…uhh..I don't own…blah…Zelda…blah blah…
THERE WAS NO SOUND…
No sound but the wisp of the hot fire dancing on the small candle. The dim light scattered randomly.
Quiet memories floated around in Ilia's head a she rocked back and forth in the lone room.
She stared at the wall, although she didn't see anything. She was seeing Link. Every where.
She sort of liked it.
She leaned to the side, and crashed onto the floor.
No sound was made.
In her mind, she saw an angel. He was handsome. He was brave.
He had wings and a glowing sword. The emerald glistened even in the dark.
There was nothing to see. There was black.
At once, the angel stood up and spread his wings. Instantly, the light from his wings cut through the darkness. Then, clouds and a mossy blue faded around him. He took the sword, and stabbed the ground.
A beautiful green felid with bright beautiful flowers appeared. Endless light and green stretched for miles and miles.
He picked up a flower and in the gentle breeze, he turned.
In a quiet voice...
"Ilia.."
Ilia snapped out off her misty cloud and realized Telma was behind her.
"Are you awake?"
"I was asleep?"
Telma smiled. "Well, it feels like we are asleep these days. Are you cold?"
Ilia shook her head. "No," she lied.
She was cold. Freezing. But she didn't care.
Even if she was in the warm sun of Ordon, she would be cold and numb.
She let her legs relax slightly under Telma's arms.
After Ilia had told Telma and explained her appearance in Castle Town, Telma had invited Ilia to stay with her in her home.
"This is your house? It's huge!"
Ilia wished Link could see it.
"I want him back," Ilia whispered. Her voice quivered.
"I know."
Telma felt her pain. "I had grown so fond of him. His eyes still glow."
Ilia nodded. "I feel them everywhere."
A hole nibbled in Ilia's chest. It had started to grow yesterday, and the hole keeps growing.
The hole was where Link should have been. Right there in her heart. But it was empty, and while the hole grew out, tearing her heart apart…
Link wasn't there to fix it.
She had stopped crying. She couldn't cry anymore. Ilia didn't and did want to cry. But she just couldn't.
Telma, on the other hand, couldn't stop crying. She was thinking of him, and her raw feelings are showing. But Ilia's had run out, and it didn't seem right.
Telma suddenly stood up. "I think it's best if we sleep. The world looks worse without it."
She wondered out of the room, without a goodnight.
"With or with out sleep, the world is spinning." Ilia clambered into the bed.
This was an old room. Telma lived alone, and she had an extra room in the attic. It was all she could offer, and Ilia was grateful.
The place cream color looked gray to Ilia, and the floorboards unpolished.
She blew out the candle and curled up in a ball before falling onto the bed.
There she lay, half awake and half asleep, hoping for a dreamless night.
Suddenly, the door cracked open.
Ilia jumped up and whispered in a shaky voice, "T-Telma?"
But it wasn't her.
The door didn't move.
Ilia assumed it was just the wind or something. (Although there were no windows where she was.)
She curled up again and closed her eyes.
And warm hand touched her face.
Ilia flashed her eyes open.
A scream builded up in her throat.
She let out a squeal, and she tripped over someone in the dark. As she tumbled with this person, she did her best to defend herself.
She kicked and tied to scream for help. Then she hit something. The bed?
Slowly the figure came up from behind. He snatched Ilia and seized her apon the bed. Ilia screamed and kicked, thrashing around.
A hand clamped over her mouth muffling her cries and pinned her hands.
Finally, she heard a voice.
"Shh..stop…it-it's okay."
She stopped instantly and listened.
"That voice…"
She slowly froze.
"L-Link?"
Ohh…Cliff Hanger. This chapter was going to longer, but I thought it would be more fun to torture you guys. (Please don't kill me!)
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