"We'd better- I don't know. You seem capable enough, but I can't let you fight."
"It's because I'm a girl, isn't it?" She cocked her head, questioning Link. Her long, purple hair brushed across her face.
"Well, yes, I guess it is. But if you're confident, I suppose I can't hold you back."
"It seems strange though. I can't believe I'm actually fighting this monster; I hardly know anything about him."
"Don't worry, Mira, we're in the same boat. I don't have a clue what he looks like, let alone how he fights- just a few days ago, I was just a forest kid. And now, I've changed. Ever since Saria and I spoke about a week ago, I had known something was up. And now, I don't know what to do. I don't know whether to run, or fight." Link turned his head downward, sadly.
A new voice filled the room.
"If you run, I will run faster. If you hide, I will seek you out. You can't win, Link. I am old, you are young. You are merely a fly in the summer to me. You are of little significance. I came here for my girl, and you simply got in the way. It is my duty to crush you, and of course, I cannot forget to crush your little friend too. Oh, Mira... You will make a fine melody..."
The voice drifted out of the room the same way it came in; through the large door in front of them with the heavy iron plates.
"What... The hell was that?" Mira sounded scared.
"Don't worry. It was merely pep talk." Link attempted to sound brave.
Link slowly opened the door.
A chequered floor wound up to a massive silver throne, and on that throne, was a long, flourishing ruby harp with strings made from polished sapphire threads.
A movement behind the throne.
A white figure with a swishing cape leaped into the air, and landed on the arm of the throne. He had an eye on the glove of his hand- a painted eye that was another sacred symbol amongst Hylian warriors- although this one had an arrow through it.
"Ah, Link. Pleasure to meet you. I sense you know that I am about to utterly obliterate your existance- note... By... Note... Yes?"
"Why all the music? Who are you?"
"It is not your job to question my job!" The man shouted, offended. He softened. "But since I am about to kill you, I will tell you. I am Sanguard, a member of the anti-Sheikah, a group that started some thousand years ago when the ancient Sheiks dwelled in the streets of Hyrule. But where there is one good group, there is an evil group to top it- I was the leader of that group. We overthrew the Sheikah many years ago, now. We remain a secretive, unchallenged race- and now, we are looking to steal Hyrule's throne."
"So, what you are telling me is that you are a foul, perverted race who hates the power of good and dwells off of fifteen year old Princesses? What I said just now, perverted as hell."
"You speak very boldly for a fifteen year old. Let us duel! Withdraw your sword."
"No. I'd rather not fight a nobody."
"Oh, you insolent little brat!" Sanguard spat, and it landed in a small pool by Link's feet. It was coloured a bubbly grey colour. "You will fight me even If I have to make you do it myself!"
"Very well then. I will not back down. Don't cry if you lose, will you?"
"Hehe, I will only cry when I win, and that will be with pleasure!"
Link took out his long, straight blade and waved it in an arc. Mira, unheard for the time, assumed her normal stance, with a panic stained face. "I shouldn't be here..." She whispered.
Author's notes: Sorry for the short chapter tonight and lack of updates over the past couple of weeks. I'm sure you'll be glad to hear I'm getting back into the swing of things now. Updates will now(Fingers crossed) be more regular.
As for Link, well, only time will tell.
But this is a new boss, and it looks like he has some kind of music bending power... Maybe Link can defeat him? Maybe not? I was going for a short story, so the next chapter might well be the last. You never know.