Chapter 9
Link
[AN: I have a huge apology to make – two, in fact. First, the smaller one – This chapter is very short, but it wasn't worth adding a second POV. Sorry if it's a disappointment! And Second – a huge apology – I think my story is taking a turn for the worse, I'm pretty sure this is a bad chapter, but I'll try to make it more interesting! (The story will have some great moments later on!) Oh, and the chapter is a little... Tacky-villain like. But that's the point, kinda. *worries about the declining quality of writing in this story*]
Link had no idea how much time had passed. Waking hours were spent examining and re-examining every inch of the cell, tugging and chewing at the chain and shackle and sitting, thinking. The searching and the chewing brought no avail, and the thinking was circular and often succeeded in winding him up. It was simple things he already knew, such as I wonder if there's a gap over there? Or something he had no way to answer, like Is this a dungeon in the Palace of Twilight, like the one in Hyrule Castle? Is Midna near here? The fact that he simply wondered if Midna would save him this time was fairly frustrating, as he doubted she even knew he was here.
He had just about given up hope of being able to be awake just once and not mentally fight with himself when someone came in. He had lain down, growling to himself when he heard the sound of the huge door the other side of the bars being opened. He looked up, half expecting it to be Midna, and kicking himself when it wasn't. In fact, he didn't know who it was.
The huge metal helmet that covered its face entirely reminded him instantly of Zant, and he stood and growled. But there was no way it could be Zant – this figure was too bulky in comparison, and a sight taller. Perhaps the helmets were traditional wear somewhere in the Twilight Realm? After all, there was no way this was Zant. Zant was dead.
He laughed. "Hero, hm?" He gave Link a snide look. "I don't believe for a second that you, a pitiful, scrawny beast, saved the world." Link gave a quick glance at his 'scrawny' self. It was true – he had been getting my on minimal food and water, leaving him with protruding ribs. "You can't even get out of this cage..."
Link stared at the figure for a long while. He wasn't sure whether it was looking back or not. Eventually, bored, he turned his back on him and lay down in the dust, ready to fall asleep again. "I'm sure you want to know why I'm here." He said. Link didn't get up, turn round, or even twitch his ears in return. "You see, I may not believe that you are the great Hero, but rumour has it that our Princess, Midna, spent a long, long time in the World of Light with a blue eyed beast, who was supposedly the Hero of the legend. And now, is it coincidental that Midna has gone missing?"
Link couldn't help himself. He stood, turned on his heel and growled at him, slowly stalking closer to the bars. "Well, aren't you scary?" He let out a chuckle. "Well, thank you for giving me that very vital piece of information. You are indeed the blue eyed beast that Minda spent her time in the World of Light with. How interesting..."
The figure began to pace up and down outside his cell. "I know you can hear me, beast. So I'll tell you exactly why you are here and let you wallow in guilt. I plan to leave you here, and send out one of my creatures to find Midna and intercept her. Now, I know she cannot be beaten so easily. But his orders are to let slip the fact that you are here. Then she will come running to your rescue, and I will capture her then. And then I shall exact my revenge." He laughed, almost hysterically, at what must have been a personal joke, then left.
Link was beginning to see more similarities between the figure and Zant. He was a foolish captor, telling Link everything he needed to know to form some kind of plan. But one thing tripped him up. Revenge? What had Midna done? He wracked his brains for something she had told him, but he came up with nothing.
He lay down, trying to think of something he could do with the information he had just been given. It was, just as any other bouts of thought he had submerged himself in, frustrating and circular. Now too worried about Midna to sleep, he stood up and looked around the cell. Spotting some bricks with an almost non-existent cementing, he wondered over to give it a thorough sniff. I wonder if there's a gap over there?
[AN: Any reviews, good or bad, are welcome! I would love to improve my writing to a readable standard! ~And a huge thanks for reading this far!~]
