Hi guys! I always take a way longer time to update than I plan... Sorry about that! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
One more thing: I revised this chapter quite a bit from the original version that was posted, but the plot is essentially the same.
Link and his injured liberator stood completely still, as if they were frozen, as the option of progressing any further could draw in the attention of the horde of bulblins meandering at the threshold to freedom, and that could prove to be detrimental. However, retreating into the underground prison was not a viable option either, for it was quite plausible and possible that either another group of bulblins of Ganondorf himself had followed the wounded soldier into the depths of this detestable penitentiary
Unfortunately, this unveiled scenario severely limited the possibility of escape; in fact, it left only two true options to choose from: the first being that Link could attempt to take on this swarm of menacing creatures by himself, and the other being that he and the soldier could retreat back into this dungeon, which would ultimately result in their inevitable discovery. Neither choice was appealing in the least, but the young hero needed to reach a decision rather hastily.
However, his thoughts were interrupted by the man slumping by his side. "Can you fight?" The Hyrulean soldier caught Link's attention and stared straight into his azure eyes. "I… I dropped my sword when I fled, and I'm too weak to take them on, but…" he paused for a brief second in order to withdraw an item that had been secured under his belt, "I have this; it might not be enough, but it has to be worth a try… I-I think it's the only way that we… will be able to get out of here."
After the severely impaired man had finished speaking, he reached out to place his newly revealed item in the youth's palm. As Link's leather clad hand accepted the small, silver dagger from the man, a sense of renewed determination and strength flowed through his previously doubtful mind. He tightly clutched the handle of the fine blade and gazed directly at the other male before affirmatively nodding at him.
"I can fight," the young hero boldly claimed before assisting him back around the corner in which they had recently emerged from, for it was not accessible to the monsters' view and would serve as a refuge for Link's ally, "but while I deal with those bulbins, you need stay here – it'll be safer for you," he gave his instructions to the man as he leaned his damaged body against the icy stone of the wall, "I'll come back for you after I've finished them, and we will get out of here – I swear." The fearsome look in his eyes were a guarantee that his statement was true, and while this soldier knew not of Link's origins or capabilities, he did not doubt a single word that had been spoken.
After orally guaranteeing their freedom, Link's attention was diverted to his mission of eliminating the bulblins. He peered back around the edge of the wall in order to assess the situation. The odds were stacked highly against the youthful blond, for the mass of enemies that needed to be eliminated consisted of nearly twenty creatures, most of which were armed with hefty clubs that could easily strike Link down, whereas Link wielded only a short dagger that was highly impractical when facing a mob such as this. However, if he could manage to claim one of their weapons for himself, Link would be able to turn the tides in his favor, and with this knowledge in mind, the young man devised a plan and immediately executed it.
Thus, without wasting a single, precious moment, Link launched the dagger through the air and allowed it to clank into the murky water that languidly streamed through the sewer, leaving the wounded Hylain soldier completely and utterly dumbfounded, as that item was the only weapon in either of their possessions. And as Link remained as though he were frozen in place behind the corner, the guard felt compelled to demand an answer for the boy's seemingly insane action. However, just as the man's mouth fell open to express his confusion, the curious coos of several bulblins hushed him as they began to move in to investigate the noise created by the projectile. And once they had strayed a significant distance from their herd, the hero bolted towards the weapon that he had just propelled through the air.
The bulblins were caught off guard as the blond youth emerged from his hiding place, giving Link the split second opportunity he needed in order to snatch up the dagger once again and drive it through the skull of one of the advancing creatures. Its horrific screams of agony alerted the entire horde, yet with adrenaline and courage raging through his veins, the Hero of Light was undaunted as the entirety of the groups' undivided attention was not directed solely at him. Without wasting a single instant, Link took hold of the dead bulblin's club and struck down the other two monstrous foes that had gone to investigate the fallen dagger.
Then, one after another, the abominable minions of the Evil King shrieked with outrage and advanced towards the young man, only to be harshly beaten down by a weapon crafted by one of their own. Yet even though Link was successfully deceasing their numbers, he had been taking a rather harsh beating himself. His right forearm had taken an astonishingly brutal hit, his nose was gushing blood due to an intense smack in the face, and his left leg had been shot by one of the few archers placed within this unit. Nevertheless, the hero did not back down when facing such adverse conditions; rather, he continued to dwindle the enemy force until only he and a lone bulblin archer remained.
The creature stood atop the stairs that ascended to the world above ground, and even though the grotesque being had witnessed the slaughter of its comrades, it refused to cease firing a barrage of arrows at the seasoned swordsman. However, Link simply shielded himself from the refined projectiles with his stolen club as he progressed towards the humanoid monstrosity, albeit rather slowly due to the wound delivered to his leg. Regardless of that injury, Link quite capably climbed the relatively short set of stairs before facing off against his final foe.
As he prepared to execute this bulblin, Link could feel the basking rays of the sun pour in through the threshold before him and connect with his exposed skin, as well as intake a breath of the fresh, natural air that wafted in from outside of this dank cellar. Both were sensations that had been unjustly stolen from him, yet as he experienced them in this moment, it seemed as though all balance would be restored. Thus, with assured freedom on his mind, the youthful hero lifted his primitive weapon and slammed it down upon the head of that last bulblin.
As the creature lifelessly plummeted to the ground, the youth relinquished his grip on the club before turning to gaze to the land located outside of the exit he stood before. He saw pastures of lush grass as well as an abundance of trees scattered across the terrain, indicating that this threshold was beyond the walls of Castle Town – most likely between the border between it and the expansive field of Hyrule. Viewing the boundless scene filled him with a sense of hope that had been absent from his life during his days of dreadful captivity, for he would soon be able to traverse the majestic land of Hyrule once again, expanding his knowledge and bolstering his power in order to finally end the wretched life of Hryule's self-proclaimed king. However, he had one last commitment to see through before stepping through the opening that lead him out of this prison, so he turned back to the darkness that he was eager to escape and hobbled his damaged body back into its depths to recover the wounded soldier.
"It's done," he called out while trudging his way back to the man, "we can leave now… we're free." His voice sounded ragged from the strenuous interaction with the horde of bulblins, yet it also portrayed an extreme sense of relief. However, when he rounded the corner, his eyes perceived an unexpected scene and horrific sight; the soldier was in a disheveled mess on the ground, laying in a puddle of his own blood, and Ganondorf's menacing figure stood over him
The Gerudo's threatening form loomed over the spirited hero as he began to speak in a low, dangerous tone. "Free? That is far from what you are, boy," the irate words which flowed from his mouth paused for a brief moment, granting him the opportunity to adjust the hold he had on his enormous blade, "you truly are nothing more than an incompetent child."
Link's brilliantly blue eyes widened with absolute dread as any semblance of satisfaction vanished from his entire body; the screams of those damned bulblins must have masked the noise accompanying Ganondorf's arrival, and the freedom that the youthful Hylian had nearly achieved was fading at an obnoxiously rapid pace, and before Link had time to react to this startling situation, the massive sword that had sealed his fate once before struck him down for the second time.
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