(A/N: From now on, I will celebrate every chapter I make past Chapter 9 until I get bored of it.)
Chapter 11: A Strange Revelation, a Lack of Training, and…Parkour?
No POV
The next morning, Link walked back into the room in the inn to find Midna sitting on her bed in deep contemplation and the window wide open, meaning that Michael was likely on sitting on the roof. Link noticed that there was something amiss in the air. It seemed more tense than usual despite the events of last evening, when Michael had the equivalent to a trial by fire.
"Hey, Midna, are you okay?" Link said, sitting down beside her.
"Yeah, I guess," she said gloomily, "I was just thinking about what we are about to attempt. It's not helping much when I remember that if I broke the Twilight Mirror in the first place. I mean, because of that, not only have I ended up hurting you in a way that I never want to again, but I've also dragged a complete outsider into things. Wait, did I say that out loud?"
"Yes," Link said, concerned, "You're concerned about Michael?"
"Yes, he doesn't know what he's getting into…" Midna's voice trailed off, "Wait a minute…Are you jealous?"
Link's eyes widened, as he said, "No! O-of course not!"
Suddenly, Michael's head appeared in the window, upside down, saying, "Link, I am sorry to inform you of this but…" he paused for effect, "You can't lie worth crap! And you've got no reason to be jealous either. Besides, this can't be too bad. All we have to do is somehow fix a magic mirror," he righted himself before climbing in through the window and continuing, "Oh, and another thing, I don't know how to use a sword so…um…well…could you teach me how to use one?" he said, finally succeeding in swallowing his pride.
"Umm…sure," Link said uncertainly, "I'm not sure if I'm the type to be training someone else, though."
"Hey," came the reassuring reply, "The Hero's Shade did a pretty good job of training you, and you're related to him."
"Yeah, good point," Link said, nodding his head, "Hey, wait a minute, how do know about the Hero's Shade?"
"Umm…It's not important how I know, just that I do."
"Yeah, it's important. You know things that you shouldn't, and I'm seriously starting to doubt if you're as clueless in this as you say you are. Especially so since what happened yesterday. You say you've got no fighting skills, yet you took three fully grown men, one of whom was armed, and kicked their asses like it was nothing!" Link stated, under the impression of having finally proved something.
"Correction, I said that I have no idea how to use a sword; I didn't say anything about fighting skills in general. Besides, they were drunk out of their minds, I could tell by their movements. And even if they weren't, I'm proficient in the self-defense arts. Didn't Midna tell you that?" he replied, completely shattering Link's impression of proving something.
"Yes, she did, but she also told me that you haven't practiced in six years."
"Technically, I haven't practiced in six years. In reality, I've gone without practice for three years, but the Goddesses aged me three years."
"Wait, why didn't you tell me about this?" Midna suddenly interrupted.
"Didn't want to burden you with the knowledge. And to hell with this, I ask nicely for training, and I get interrogated! The only thing missing is my being strapped to a chair!"
With that, he climbed back outside, muttering under his breath. Midna turned to Link, worry in her eyes.
"Well, that didn't go well," she said almost mournfully.
"Humph, if I can't get training from a supposed friend, then I guess I'll just have to find my own. Arbiter's ground would make for a good start, though it's the Bulbin Camp near it that I'm more interested in," drifted in through the window. Then there was a loud bang as he teleported.
"Arbiter's ground? 'Though it's the Bulbin Camp near it that I'm more interested in'. What's that supposed to mean?" Link said, confused.
"I think…I think he's saying that he wants to train at the Bulbin Camp, using the Bulbins."
"Is that a good idea?" Link wondered aloud, he'd dealt with Bulbins in the past, but he was a far more seasoned swordsman than Michael. Plus, Michael hadn't fought them before.
"Should we go after him?" Midna asked, catching the look that Link gave her, she quickly added, "I mean, there is a miniature army of Bulbins in that camp, and Michael has no experience, no knowledge, no training…need I go on?"
"Oh, fine," Link said resignedly.
Michael POV
As I materialized in the Mirror Chamber, I looked around for a moment, and then fell to my knees, holding my stomach and feeling like I was going to throw up. My stomach rose, then fell back again without purging itself. I slowly turned my stare on the hand that I was supporting myself on and saw that I had broken out into a cold sweat in a matter of seconds. I felt incredibly light-headed and weak and drained and suddenly I was reduced to being able only to take deep, ragged breaths.
There was another strange feeling, one that I couldn't quite describe, I felt like my entire body was suddenly bloating with like an overfilled balloon. Wondering where this new weight had come from, my gaze drifted around slowly before it fell on the pillars surrounding me. As I looked on, there was a strange, mournful noise, like someone mourning a lost colleague or a close friend; then a group of strange silvery figures came into my view.
They were all identical white figures. Each of them had a strange ethereal glow about them. They all wore identical white robes, the same white masks that looked like the downtrodden faces of bearded old men. As I looked closely, I noticed with a jolt that the robes and the mask were all that were visible; I could see a small empty gap between the masks and the robes amongst all of them. Behind each of the masks, there was nothing but open space.
Then they spoke. They spoke as one. One otherworldly voice. One that filled me with a strange awe; and yet it froze my heart with some sort of feeling that I hadn't experienced. It wasn't terror, but I couldn't tell beyond that.
"What do you seek here, Necromancer?" they said.
Necromancer? Oh right, that book, those lessons, those tests, the self-teaching. All of that knowledge had left its strange scar on me.
Slowly, very slowly, I rose to my feet. As I did, I realized with a shock that these individuals were standing on pillars that had symbols carved on them I was familiar with, yet was unable to summon memories of in my current state of mind.
I shook my head to regain focus, and then looked at the symbols again.
Wait a minute…these symbols, this arrangement…are you serious?
"Are…are you the Sages?" I asked, my voice weak, but gaining strength with each passing second.
"Yes, we are. Now answer us, Necromancer. What do you seek here?" they repeated.
I thought about it for a moment, then I answered, "First I wanted training, then I wanted an answer, now I wish for some solitude."
"What do you want to know?" they said.
"What just happened to me?"
"You are a Necromancer, surely you should know what happens when you step into a place where the blood of many has been shed."
"No, I don't. I am new to this, and my teacher is a book."
"That was what happens when your powers come in proximity with the energy remaining in those who are deceased that you raisers of the dead find so palatable. Your powers will alert you to the presence of these energies, and it is not always pleasant."
"I didn't want these powers," I said, slightly disgusted at the realization of the burden of the powers of Necromancy.
"Why did you learn this art if you are so adverse to it?" the Sages asked.
"You should know why. You are the Sages. Don't the Goddesses tell you of these things?"
"So you are the one who they summoned to repair the Mirror," they almost sounded…disappointed.
"What? Am I not what you expected? Were you anticipating some superhuman figure? Some immaculate being? Someone more powerful than an average fourteen-year old who had to be aged three years to fit in? Someone who hasn't had to go through hell in the first few weeks of his involuntary excursion into this world? Is that what you were expecting? Huh? Is it?" I snapped, my now-volatile temper reaching the limit.
"Calm yourself," the Sages said sternly, "We are not ones to judge who the Goddesses chose to do their work."
"Do their work, huh? Well, if I'm bound to do there work, then where, on that celestial contract, is the part WHERE I HAD A GODDAMN CHOICE ABOUT BEING SNATCHED FROM MY HOME! EH? WHERE?" I shouted, painfully reminded of my home and how quickly my life had turned upside down and was toyed with by beings over which I held no sway or even had an opinion about.
"We said calm yourself! You were brought here for a purpose greater than yourself," they repeated in that same stern voice.
"Oh yeah, sure. Like that's supposed to help with being homesick, being totally out of place, and, let's see, being nothing but dead weight! I betting that I can't even protect myself if I were to be separated from Link and Midna."
"You said that the first thing you sought was training. We can help to an extent."
"You can?" I said, suddenly anxious, my anger forgotten instantly.
"Yes, please enjoy the solitude while we decide amongst ourselves who would be to train you."
I sat there for a few minutes bored by the still-morning sun.
"The Sage of Shadow has apparently taken a bit of an interest in you and would like to supervise your training."
Sage of Shadow? Oh yeah, Impa.
One of the figures floated down from the pedestals to stand in front of me. As the figure did so, it transformed into a more familiar one; the figure of the first Zelda's bodyguard, Impa.
"And before you ask, I took charge of training you because I thought I would be the best one to do so, taking into consideration your Twilian armor," she said in the precise, no-nonsense tones of a seasoned bodyguard.
"Do you mean Twilian as in coming from the Twili? Or do you mean it as a title that this armor is referred to by?" I asked.
"Actually in both manners, seeing as that armor has some special properties. Haven't you wondered why your robe is covered in so many symbols?"
"Yeah, I forgot about it though."
"Well, each of those has a purpose. That one symbol on your chest that looks a lot like the Sheikah eye is an Eye of Truth seal. You can use it to substitute for a Lens of Truth."
"Cool."
"I guess. There's also that symbol on your right shoulder that looks like a kite shield. That one will notify you if your services are needed by your charge. Did you know that the armor actually reforms itself to match its user's preferences?"
"Well that would explain why the robe fit me perfectly when I first found it."
"Please. Despite its appearance, that 'robe' is actually quite competent as armor."
"How so?"
"The sword glyph on your left shoulder; touch it."
I reached over to my left shoulder and touched the symbol that looked like a sword. Instantly, my arm gained a considerable amount weight and it became hard for me to hold up. I touched the glyph again and the extra weight disappeared.
"What was that?" I said.
"Obsidian plates covering your gauntlets. I see that you'll have to get used to the extra weight," Impa said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, that might take a while," I said, trying to bring some feeling back into my arm.
Orlox: Why do I feel so lonely all of a sudden?
"Oh would you be quiet, Orlox," I said, annoyed.
"Orlox?" Impa said inquisitively.
"Yeah. Did I say that out loud?" I said worriedly.
"Do you know Orlox?" she said.
"I used to, and he was not a nice person in life. Now he's a better one. I guess the fact that he doesn't hate me anymore has to with the responsibility of his blood pact, and along with it his consciousness, being transferred to me. He even let me keep his sword."
"You what? You have his sword! But to have obtained that then…you killed Orlox?"
"That's the ironic part. He was killed by a falling pillar, but that pillar was broken by me absorbing his magic attacks into one giant bolt of magic that knocked out the base of the pillar and sent it down on him. It's even more ironic because he was trying to kill me by throwing so much power at me so as to overload my ability to soak up the magical energy."
"He went easy on you. He has one attack that no one has ever been able survive. I wonder why he didn't use it."
"Because it didn't work. I blocked it."
"What?" Impa's eyes widening ever so slightly, "That shouldn't possible!"
Orlox: Should you show her, or should I?
Conscious side: Be my guest. I don't think she'll believe me unless I show her the demonic form and I'd rather avoid that.
Orlox: Fine, then take the sword out.
"It is. But, hey, don't take my word for it; take his," I said, holding out my hand and muttering the incantation. The storm of Twilight Particles came and went, and I was holding the sword in one hand.
Big mistake.
I quickly had to grab the hilt with the other hand as it slipped from my grip.
"Is that actually his sword?" Impa asked. If I hadn't known better, then I would've thought that she was in awe of the damn thing.
"Yeah, it can't transform anymore, but Orlox told me that that problem could be fixed if I took it to the tribe's Wise One. I assumed that he was referring to you, as you are a Sage."
"Yes, I can renew the enchantment on the sword. It will take time though. May I have the sword?"
"Be my guest, this thing is heavier than the obsidian plates," I said as I handed her Orlox's sword.
"Just so you know, you are going to be put through rather intense training and conditioning. Are you ready?" she said, taking the enormous blade and making it disappear in a burst of Twilight Particles.
Ah, the good old trick question. They tried this one when the Junior Black Belt class graduated to black belt rank.
No one was stupid enough to say 'No'.
"Let's get started."
No POV
As Link and Midna raced across the desert, regretting that there wasn't a warp point that was closer to the Bulbin Camp than the one in the Gerudo Mesa, they couldn't stop moving without seeing images of a dead Michael inside their heads. Cursing the desert heat that kept him from moving quickly without worrying about dehydration, Link kept trudging through the endless sands of the Gerudo Desert toward the Bulbin Camp.
"You do know that we could just warp to Arbiter's ground and make our way through the temple?" Midna said, safe inside Link's shadow.
"We can't get past the room where we faced Stallord, Zant destroyed the bridge, remember? I now hate that asshole even more than I used to; even though he's already dead," came the gruff reply. He knew that Midna was merely looking for a quicker route, one that wouldn't require water skins and a few days, but he couldn't help feeling slightly irritated at her almost solicitous (A/N: "Solicitous" means showing concern for. Incase you're wondering.) attitude toward Michael.
After a while, the Bulbin Camp finally came into view. There was still a rudimentary archway made of wood for an entrance, but the Peahat hovering around the entrance provided a shortcut. After clawshotting onto the Peahat, waiting for it to pass over the entrance, and letting go to drop down on the other side. Link looked around to see that the entrance was more or less unguarded. He found it strange but let it pass, there being more pressing matters for him to pay attention to.
As the couple approached the actual camp, they heard the familiar war cries of Bulbins. It sounded like the green-skinned goblins were going crazy over there. They hastened their pace, thinking that they might be too late. As they neared the camp, the loudest war cry of all broke out; Link's eyes widened and he broke into a full-out sprint.
So close.
So very close.
He was at the entrance of the actual, mazelike camp when a burning figure flew across Link's field of vision. Link heard a gasp from his own shadow, and Midna reformed herself from his shadow. She appeared first as Link's shadow molded into her shape, then regained color and Link's shadow flooded back to him. Midna took a moment to ready her magic and they both went in.
Link followed the path of the burning figure, as he neared it, he found himself bewildered at its appearance.
Hey, wait a minute. Michael isn't short, doesn't have green skin, long arms, or an oval like face. Holy crap, that's a Bulbin! But, if that's a Bulbin, then where's Michael?
No sooner had these thought gone through his head did he hear the loud war cry of a Bulbin that had snuck up on Link. The creature's bludgeon was already falling toward Link when a flaming sword suddenly appeared in the space between its ribs.
The Bulbin's carnival mask-like face slowly turned downwards to the sword as it left the Bulbin, leaving a cauterized hole in its wake. Then it fell down, dead.
"Hey," a familiar voice said, "What's up? I think I might've stirred them up into a bit of a frenzy."
"Michael! I said that we were training you with the wrist blades! You are allowed to channel magic through the blades but you are forbidden from using any of your other weapons!" a stern voice said.
"Sorry, Impa, but Laevateinn was the only one that could reach the Bulbin before it hit Link," came the sheepish reply.
"That's still no excuse to…wait. Did you say Link?"
"Yeah, he's right here."
"Oh. Ok, I can tolerate making an exception for that reason. But you seriously need to remember to pay attention to your surroundings."
"What the- Oh!" Michael exclaimed as he turned around, then immediately rolled to the side as a cudgel fell into the space where he was standing. He then rushed at the Bulbin, flicking his wrists before striking it in the chest with both of his palms, and then moving on to another Bulbin as that one fell down, dead before it hit the ground.
"What the…Did you just kill it by punching it?" I asked after he finished with the second one by performing an identical strike to its heart.
"As much as I'd like to take bragging rights for doing that, no," he said, turning to face me. He flicked his wrists and, with a quiet shink!, a nine-inch blade made of black metal with odd designs on it slipped out from underneath each wrist.
"This explain things for you?" he said, clenching his fists and making the blades disappear into their hidden sheaths.
"I guess, but what are you doing here?" Link said still confused by the whole business of the Bulbin camp being lain waste to. Again.
Suddenly, a symbol started to glow on his right shoulder. As Link watched, the glyph took the form of a kite shield.
"Oh great. I wonder what she got herself into this time," he said before touching the rune and disappearing.
"What the hell," Link said, before drawing his sword and shield and tracking another exceptionally loud shout by Bulbins some distance away. Cutting a wide swath through the swarm of Bulbins, he made his way to the area.
Michael rematerialized to see the Twilight Princess finishing up with a few Bulbin raiders that had made the mistake of pitting themselves against her and found himself wondering why the shield glyph had gone off.
"Hmm, not bad, Michael," a very familiar voice said.
"Wild goose chase, Impa?" Michael said.
"Just about," came the amused reply.
"Uh, why are you here?" Midna shouted over the sounds of battle, noticing Michael's sudden appearance.
"Impa chose a fine time to test both my reflexes and knowledge of the armor's capabilities," Michael shouted back.
Just then, Link, covered in splotches of sickish-green Bulbin blood, burst into the secure area.
"I don't know about you, but this gets tiring after a while," he said, trying to catch his breath.
"You do know that I'm only using a fraction of my potential power, right?" Michael shouted.
"What do you mean?" Midna shouted back.
"I'm a partially a Necromancer, I can draw energy from the dead. Think about how many Bulbins we've killed," he paused for a moment to cut another Bulbin's jugular vein with his wrist blades, "Get the idea?"
"Ok, that's enough for today. Tomorrow, we can work on your acrobatic skill. And despite what you may think, acrobatics can be quite useful when used correctly in combat," the voice of Impa barked.
"Ok, I'll be right up," Michael said, turning to us, he continued, "Oh and by the way, the whole I'm-sleeping-in-the-middle-of-the-desert thing is part of my conditioning. So you can go back to the inn," having said this, he closed his eyes and exploded into Twilight Particles. The Particles floated idly for a moment and then compacted themselves into a ball, which compressed itself until it was the size of Madam Fanadi's Crystal Ball, then it "exploded" with a loud bang.
"And that's supposed to be the Explosion Teleport?" Link said incredulously.
"It's supposed to be the flashier type of warping. No doubt he's learned a more efficient one," Midna replied, then yawned. "Well, fighting that miniature army of Bulbins was rather tiring. Let's go back to the inn."
"Are you s-" the Hero was about to say when he broke into Twilight Particles.
The next day, Michael was up early and was practicing his martial arts moves to see where he could use the wrist blades to augment his attacks. The first obvious one was a barrage of palm strikes to the torso which, when in conjunction with the wrist blades, would put so many holes in an opponent that they would be dead before they realized what hit them. As he went the palm strike barrage followed by a few quick elbow strikes, he was about to try what he would do if a person came up behind him by spinning around and bringing a closed-fist backhand strike with the hand on the same side as the last elbow speeding down on the imaginary opponent's skull. As he spun around to administer the strike, he saw Impa standing behind him. Stopping the strike, he turned around fully to face her when he noticed the faint ghost of a smile on her face.
"Well, it definitely seems that you are competent in unarmed combat, but that's not what we are here for. Let's get to the acrobatics," she said, all business again.
Michael POV
Normally, acrobatics would be something that would take me awhile to get used to; but Impa had this strange way of 'unlocking' parts of my mind that I didn't know existed. This would give me a veritable treasure trove of knowledge and experience about the subject at hand, all that was left was to actually perform the abilities shown in those memories to synch my current self with those abilities. For some strange reason, it reminds me of the 'bleeding effect' from Assassins Creed. In that particular game series, the protagonist is able to gain the abilities of his ancestors through a bleed-over of that ancestor's skills.
Having finished the process of the unlocking another portion of my mind, I felt the memories of yet another forebear weigh in on my mind. I struggled for a few moments to force them into their proper place. After I was finished, I nodded to Impa, who nodded back and prepared a warp. When we had reformed, I looked around to see that we were standing at the entrance of Castle Town.
"Castle town? Why here?" I said, confused.
"The predecessor whose memories I unlocked appears to have preferred to practice his art in urban areas.
My eyes widened as I realized what that meant.
Parkour. The French art of bypassing any obstacle in your path by manipulating the distribution of momentum in order to perform seemingly impossible movements.
Parkour was amazing to watch, and even more so to perform. The grace, the speed of it was so very breathtaking…it just…it was indescribable. I had some slight skill in it, and had always where I had gotten that natural ability.
Well, now I have the answer.
"I will be observing you from afar as you go through the run. I expect you to do certain things during the synchronization of your ancestor's memories. One of those things will be to find the tallest point that you feel safe ascending and to scale it, another will be using the skill to outrun pursuit, and it would be a good test to see if you can outrun your pursuit by moving to places that they can't get to," she said, then smiled to herself, "I can already see that you will enjoy this. Go on, let's see what you can do!"
I bounced around on the balls of my feet for a second, gathering myself, and then breaking out into a fast jog.
There were some guards hanging around the front gate, talking among themselves, looking very much in the need for some action.
And I was quite happy to oblige.
"Hey, guards!" I shouted hoping to get their attention, "How 'bout we have less sitting around doing nothing, if you can get off your lazy asses that is!" I taunted, laughing as, with a great cry, they set off after me, knocking aside everyone in their way while I slipped past everyone.
I got through to the central area of Castle Town where the huge fountain stood in the center right as the Hylian guards who I'd incited into chasing me stumbled through the crowd.
"Hey," I said tauntingly, "I was wondering when you were gonna catch up. Almost seemed like you all weren't gonna make it this far. Well, see ya!"
With another great cry they took after me with the passionate fervor of a Republic posse from a spaghetti western, only with nowhere near the speed of one.
I set off running full speed down one of the alleyways, my pursuers making great but largely ineffectual haste after me. I noticed a very familiar set of large double door as I neared the Western gate.
Ah, good old Dr. Borville. Time to give the deadbeat something of a buzz.
With these thoughts, I slammed through the door, went into the stall with the bunk bed and the balcony door on it. Without stopping, I ran toward the wall, planted my foot on it, and transformed my forward momentum into the upward momentum I needed to grab onto and climb up the top bunk, from where I dashed out the door. With the sounds of the guards struggling to catch up, I came out to where the balcony was only a short distance from the roof, jumped up and grasped the roof before pulling myself up.
As I stopped to catch my breath, the guards managed to get up the ladder of and onto the balcony. They looked all around, not seeing me until I shouted down at them.
"Hey, guys! Up here!" I said.
The exhilaration from this chase was really starting to get to me, as well as the consciousness of the ancestor whose memories Impa unlocked. I started to run again as they grabbed onto the roofing shingles and struggled to pull themselves up, due to the fact that they were wearing steel chain mail.
"Hey boys!" I said to them loudly, "Might want to get rid of that armor if you want to try to chase me! Or it could be that someone's been having too much chicken!" I laughed as I said that last part. I heard a collective growl as my goading set in motion the sounds of heavy weights hitting the floor and a bunch of Hylian guards climbing up onto the roof, their heavy plate armor discarded for lighter and more flexible chain mail shirts.
"Ah, about time," I said before setting off. The first gap between the roofs appeared and I leaped over it without hesitation, not having to worry about my swords weighing me down due to me storing them before I got started with this.
The consciousness of my ancestor weighed in, guiding me through a roll as soon as the balls of my feet hit the roof that allowed me to keep going without losing any momentum.
I kept going, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, when my exhaustion caught up with me and I was forced to stop moving and double over, panting and covered in sweat, to catch my breath again.
This might not work so well if parkour is so tiring. Wait a minute, what about using Kaladbolg? Last time I used its power, I could literally feel an indefatigable source of energy flowing through me.
With this in my head, I focused on the black sword in my mind and held my hand out just as a swarm of Twilight Particles formed into the dark blade. I willed its power to bind to me and watched as it melded into my arm. Instantly, my tiredness disappeared and I felt completely refreshed.
Let's get going again.
The exhilaration was wearing off now and I soon got bored of free running on the rooftop level. I headed for Telma's Bar, sweat coming off me like bullets. Arriving there, I planted a hand on the roofing as I dropped down to the crates stacked beside the door and jumped the rest of the way to the ground, rolling as I landed to reduce the impact.
I immediately started running through the busy streets again, thinking about how to get over the doors that led to the Castle Courtyard. As I racked my brains for some method of scaling the wall, I remembered the kinetic energy I'd used to get that pillar off the dead Orlox.
If I can harness that ability to manipulate kinetic energy to augment my jumping abilities, then I could probably clear that wall.
With this in mind, I ran toward the entrance to the castle. As I approached, the two guards lowered their spears at me, saying, "Halt!"
Oh don't worry; I have no intention of trying to go through your cordon.
Running at the nearest wall at a forty-five degree angle, I leapt, loosing a burst of kinetic energy to jump halfway up the wall, then loosing another as I kicked off it to propel myself from the wall and over the gate, the guards staring up at me as I did so.
As I started to fall back down to earth, I realized that jumping so high had been a bad idea, then some strange instinct prompted me to loose a less powerful burst of energy in the direction opposite of the one I was falling in so as to soften the landing enough that I could roll forward upon landing to completely negate the force of impact.
The ruins of the main Castle were a perfect place to practice the harder tricks, but my destination was a more intact one: the Castle keep. I had decided that I was going to scale it.
Dash vaulting (A/N: Dash Vaulting is when you leap feet first over a short obstacle and use both hands to propel yourself forward after clearing the obstacle.) and speed vaulting (A/N: Speed Vault is planting one hand on a short obstacle and using that to right yourself as you jump sideways over the obstacle.) over the various pieces of rubble strewn around the place, I noticed that some rooms of the Castle had survived the destruction of the rest of it. There was also scaffolding strewn here and there as though the rebuilding work had already been started, and indeed it had. Certain parts of the ground floor of the castle showed signs of being recently built.
As I worked my way toward the keep, it became obvious that I wouldn't have the energy required to scale the enormous structure. Right as I was thinking this, I heard the voice of Impa.
"Ok, that's enough for today," she said, and I noticed that the evening sun was painting the sky blood red. "I think that you've gotten used to the movements of parkour by now."
"Agreed," I said, letting Kaladbolg reform in my hand and putting it back in the Twili storage pocket, the exhaustion hitting me like a highballing linebacker.
Impa appeared beside me as I doubled over, gasping for breath, and warped us to the Mirror Chamber. After, I finished catching my breath, I drew myself up to see Impa standing there.
"Tomorrow, I will teach you some rudimentary sword techniques before I let you go back. I will also have finished replenishing the enchantment on Orlox's blade by then. For now, rest," she said before disappearing.
Michael decided to follow her advice and do just that, having gotten used to sleeping on rough surface like sand by now.
Ganesh295: Yes, I realize that that probably wasn't my best chapter, but I promise to make up for it in the next one! Please review! Why do I have to keep reminding you?
