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Once the boy had ceased his tears, we set out on a long narrow path, not even bothering to see what the laughter was all about inside the tent that they were near. The people had been enjoying their time, their lives, for reasons unknown to both of us, we did not wish to see any people right now. We wanted to be alone. He and I both walked along side Skio, the great Stallion boldly stepping upon the dry, parched earth. As we walked, the deeper we intruded into this landscape, the harsher the winds picked up, but the quieter it became. This unnerved me slightly, since I was used to sound almost all the time at the ranch. The cuckoos, and cows, and horses always made noise. This silence only reminded me of my prison, and I realized that I would never end up forgetting that place. The place where I had first battled with the boy walking beside me. His arm was still a little banged up, but he was able to use that hand fully by now, so I was not worried. The only thing that I was worried about now, was getting as far away from those henchmen as possible, and keeping Link alive. My life, I realised as my eyes slightly widened, was solely revolved around him now. Almost my every thought concluded in his well being, what he's thinking, how he's thinking.
This startled me somewhat, since my thoughts at first used to be struck on my Master, and only my Master. But now, the Hero of Time, whom his Dark Lord had always ranted about hating, was my only focus in life. I had grown too attached to the almost mute boy, to kill him, or hurt him in any way. But I was startled out of my thoughts as a loud screech entered our ears.
"HALT."
We both grabbed for our swords, but Link was the only one to come out with any kind of result, as my dark sword had been left back in my prison, forgotten to save a boy's life. A bunch of women with spears charged at us, almost twenty to thirty of them. Instantly, one of the strong looking women used her spear to knock Link's sword out of his hand. They all had us surrounded, and we were not armed. We could do nothing but surrender, throwing our hands into the air. The next thing that I could see was Link's ocean blue eyes gazing into my own blood red ones as bags were thrown over our heads, and our wrists were tied behind our backs.
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These women led me in a different direction than Link, and I knew this by counting the different pairs of feet that I could see from the very bottom of my head sack. After about twenty minutes of walking, having stepped into a building of some kind, a door was opened, my sack was ripped off, and I was shoved into the room, falling forward and hitting my nose on the hard wooden floor. I turned around to face them, blood now gushing down my face, and one of them was staring at me, her hand languidly placed upon her outstretched hip. She laughed.
"Ah, finally we caught him girls." Cheering emitted from behind her, as many other women came into the view, staring me down. They all looked the same to me, except for the fact that most of them wore different colored outfits. They all had dark tan skin, lithe bodies, dark red hair pulled into a high ponytail, and golden eyes. Their large, pale lips all smiled at me in such a menacing way that I was reminded of Malon very much.
"What shall we do with him?"
"Let him starve!"
"Beat him!"
"Take him for what he's got!"
"I love his red earrings!"
"We'll be back."
The door slammed shut, and high-pitched laughter soon could be heard as the door was locked, and they all retreated down a hallway. I could not think, I could not do anything. My nose stung harshly, and my knees and chest were sore. I tried to yell out at them, but my throat was hoarse with panic. I did not know where Link was. What had they done with him? Where had they taken him? I did not know. I needed to know. Instantly, my mind rushed over the images of Link being tortured in many absolutely cruel ways, and I bit my lip, forcing myself to stand. I ran towards the door, yelling out with might as my shoulders rammed into the wooden door, making it shake slightly. I did it again, ignoring the numbing pain in my shoulder, but the door wouldn't budge. Finally, I fell onto my bottom, and forced myself to calm down. From what I had heard, they had wanted me probably more than him, so I forced myself to believe that he was ok, no matter how much I actually didn't know. Over the next few hours, I carefully examined the room, looking for a way, and way to escape. But there was none. The room was underground, so no window. The only light came from a candle, the light of it streaming inside the small barred window on the door.
I had tired myself out, and was sitting, leaning against the wall. I was alone, and I was thinking. The room became even darker as a guard came by and blew out the candle. For some reason, my eyelids were heavy. They wanted to drop, but I had an ominous feeling that if I let them, then something terrible would happen. After a few hours though, I could no longer fight such a battle against my own body, and my head slumped forward as my vision went black. In my mind, I somehow knew that I was sleeping.
Flames engulfed the village; it's many citizens screaming, crying out in pain and fear, as a dark being stepped slowly down its roads. This being carried a large spiked sword, almost as large as his own size, over his shoulder, gazing at his work. The sword had a strange red glow about it, and had an eye embedded inside of it. Wherever the ey looked towards, whether it be a person, or a building, this dark person would destroy it. The entire village was in bloody ruins. It was magnificent, simply wondrous. He had done as he promised his Lord, and was willing to do some more just to please the dark man. A small child attempted to cross his path, running to reach his mother's frantic outstretched arms. The dark being swung his sword out, and some gruesome sound made its way as something fleshy was cut, and then the sound of something rolling soon after followed. The women screamed as though if she were dying, her own five-year-old sons head lying before her. The being smirked, loving the sound. Enjoying the screech of pure anguish reach his eardrums. Blood red eyes danced upon the ruins.
Yes. His Master shall be very happy.
I yelled out, sweat covering every inch of my body, as someone had slapped me across the face roughly. I didn't even notice as I was forced to my feet, and yet another potato sack was flung over my face. All I could remember was that terrible blade, the village in flames, and that poor child. My chest heaved, and I got a taste of a foreign substance, something that for some reason, I felt that I needed in order to survive. I continued to allow the air through my mouth, into my chest. Who had that person be? Who could cause such treachery? I shook away my thoughts, a sheen of sweat still covering my face as I was forced to my knees. The sack was removed and I could see the person before. It was yet another woman, but this one was far more beautiful. She wore a blood red veil over her pale lips, and the came color of top. Her bottoms on the other hand, although just as big as the other girl's pant, began with a deep red at the top, and slowly cascaded into a pure white at the bottom, where he wore white curled toed shoes. Her hair was up, like the others, but she also had a braided crown of hair going over her forehead, which held many small dangling golden charms. Over her slitted, golden eyes, was an almost pure white eye shadow.
She wasn't anything less than absolutely beautiful.
She stared at me with a cool gaze, seeming to be angry about something. All of her maids, who stood along side her in red outfits and hoods, which shaded the top halves of their faces. I could tell that this woman was obviously of some importance, so I clamped my mouth shut, receding anything that I was willing to yell out only minutes prior. Finally, I watched intently as she spoke.
"Do you admit to destroying the town of our kin?" She asked. I quirked my eyebrow, unsure of what she was talking about. I certainly didn't remember destroying anybody, except for my attempt on the Hero.
"No."
"Is this the truth?" I hesitated, the dream I had recently shoving itself into my mind. But that couldn't have possibly been me.
"Yes."
"Lies." A guard stepped up to smack me across the face, and then kick me gut. I hunched over, almost falling on my broken nose once again, but attained my balance.
"What lies? I do not know what you are talking about…" I stated, casting my eyes downward to the ground. I knew that I hadn't done it, but my heart said otherwise. I could I have possibly done something, without even remembering doing it? And something so massive.
"Six months ago, the village of Maleate was destroyed by a young man with red eyes, and black hair. He carried the Sword of Evil's Bane. The survivors of this terrible incident have claimed you to be that exact one. Do you deny this?" She asked coolly. I opened my mouth, wanting desperately for words to come out. I looked up, feeling my face tense, unable to say no. The Sword of Evil's Bane…I had never heard of it, but instantly I thought of the menacing sword that had been held in the young man's hand in my dream.
"Maleate was a small village, consisting of only one hundred and fifty citizens. They were of our kin, but did not exalt in our rituals. This village was only a few hundred miles deep into the desert. Did you not kill and destroy everyone in that village?"
Again, I could not answer with what I wanted to say. My gaze dropped again, my black bangs cascading over my eyes, shadowing them.
"I…do not know." There was silence, but I could feel many pairs of eyes before me. I looked up, gazing at the beautiful woman once again. She had a confused expression, nonetheless a menacing one.
"You do not know? What do you mean?"
"I…don't know. I had a dream…but that's all I can remember."
"And the sword?"
"I've never heard of it."
"Hmm…take him back"
The women lifted me, and as I was already accustomed to, a bag was placed over my head. I was once again thrown into a cell, and didn't even try to escape this time. My body felt heavy. Heavy with regret, and pain. I still didn't understand. I never seemed to understand anything. I was always confused. But the pain came from the dream.
Had I really been the one to kill all those people?
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