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It was dark. All that could be seen was infinite blackness, but sounds could be heard - sounds of swords and sounds of dragging bodies and useless limbs, with the occasional scream. Then, something was running. It was huffing, as if each step took the breath out of it. The sound of a chain clinking rhythmically on the floor went along with the running.
The fierce blue eyes were seen first. Then the swinging orange stone came, which hung below the eyes. At last, the silhouette could be seen. It was an animal, some type of canine. It stood on four paws, tall and majestic.
"Ilia…"
But then another pair of eyes came, these ones red and bloodthirsty. A glint of a sword pierced the darkness, aimed directly at the blue-eyed beast. The sword swung down, and the sound of impact joined the other countless sounds. An agonized howl rang out from the wolf, fading into silence. The beautiful eyes closed, and its shadow melted into the ground.
"Ilia, m'dear wake up…"
The black began to turn into a deep red, dripping off the walls and ceiling. The murderer of the wolf laughed, like he was having the time of his life. Before he could be identified, his eyes turned into blood, falling from their suspended places and melting with all the fluid on the floor.
"Ilia!"
Said girl bolted up from her bed, slamming foreheads with somebody. The somebody backed up, groaning and clutching his head. Ilia fell back into the bed, rubbing the appearing bruise.
"Okay, I should have seen that coming…" the person she slammed foreheads with said. Ilia blinked a couple of times and saw her father sitting on his bed, gingerly poking his head. He winced each time his finger made contact.
"Well, if you keep poking it, it's going to get worse!" Ilia said, standing up and snatching his hand away. "Honestly, you should know these things!" she said, rummaging through her bag on her thigh for the correct balm. Once finding it, she took it out and applied some on each of their bruises. "Hehe, sorry 'bout that…" she added as an afterthought.
"Ugh, no problem," Bo grunted.
"So, uh you don't wake me up usually. What's up?" Ilia asked, sitting casually on the bed, her feet swinging.
"Well, there was an attack a while ago. Thought you'd want to know, seeing as you just hate being left in the dark," Bo explained, teasing at the end.
"Really?" Ilia exclaimed, surprised that anybody would attack right now. "Maybe they need help!" Ilia shot up, grabbing her coat and pulling it on. She jumped towards the exit, ignoring her father's feeble protests.
Feeling the sand between her toes and happy she didn't have to wear shoes at night, Ilia bolted to the entrance of the camp. She thought that this was probably where the attack might have taken place. As she raced through, she saw some people tiredly come out of their tents, night clothes still on.
Seeing the large group of knights standing around, Ilia slowed down and approached them. She was about to ask them if they needed help, but her sharp ears caught a conversation between a couple knights.
"-gone off the deep end if you ask me," one was saying. He had short brown hair and unkempt eyebrows.
"I dunno; maybe he really is nice," another said.
"I hope so; I sure don't want to be on his bad side! I mean, didya see what he did to them," yet another said, nodding at something Ilia couldn't see.
Curious on what they were talking about, Ilia walked up to them. "Excuse me, but what are- what happened to them?" Ilia gasped, seeing the torn corpses on the ground. Blood surrounded them, and bit of flesh floated in the pools of red. Ilia suddenly felt queasy.
One solider snorted. "Little miss Queen's wolf made an entrance, that's what," he said. The others nodded grimly, folding their arms and trying to look professional in their nigthclothes.
"A wolf?" Ilia cried, her eyes wide. Her mind reeled, trying to remember Rusl's beastly savior.
"Don't worry, miss! We knights are trained and can protect you!" they boasted, flourishing their weapons. Ilia didn't look at them as they posed, instead looking thoughtfully at the ground, her foot grinding against the sandy ground as she tried to remember what her fellow Ordonian had said about the beast that had saved him.
"Did the wolf have blue eyes and a chain around its paw?" Ilia asked out of the blue, finally recalling Rusl's description of the animal. Her question obviously caught them off guard, as they now looked surprised and slightly confused.
"Uh, I believe so…" a knight said, "But, why do you-?" he questioned, not knowing why a girl would want to know about a wolf. The others looked around their comrades, seeing to know if they knew why a seventeen year old wanted to know about a wolf, but their faces remained clueless as ever as they shrugged.
"Holy Farore," Ilia whispered, and then she realized something. "I am so going to kill Rusl." Her green eyes narrowed, organizing her thoughts. Zelda's own wolf saved Rusl, and he didn't even care! He is so going to get it! And with that last thought, she whipped around and stormed off to Rusl's tent, leaving behind three very confused knights.
Ilia stomped through the camp, carefully avoiding rocks. Her fists were clenched, her eyes blazing. Anybody who knew Ilia knew she had a temper when it came to animals. People who were awake were cautious to stay at least five feet away from the furious girl.
As she strode through the camp, the familiar flag of Hyrule was waving at one tent. Not paying much attention, she barely paid it any heed. As she passed though, Ilia saw that the flap was open, the wind lifting it slightly. When Ilia looked inside for a brief second, her eyes widened with surprise.
There was the Queen, in dirty and informal clothes. She had her hair in a low ponytail, which was tangled as if she was just sleeping. She was fiddling with something in her hand, too small for Ilia to see. She was saying something to someone sitting on the bed, but Ilia could only see the legs. She handed back the thing she was holding, which hung from a string.
The person on the bed extended a hand, taking back the necklace. Zelda smiled, saying, "You're welcome. Now go back to the hospital, you only just woke up a while ago."
The person she was talking with said (or did; Ilia couldn't really tell) something that made Zelda's smile slide off her face. "What happened?" Then she shook her head, changing her mind. "Never mind, I'll go find out. C'mon," she said. Zelda reached forward, probably grabbing the person's hand.
Ilia gasped once she saw who Zelda was talking with. "Link!" she shouted, all her anger forgotten upon seeing her best friend. Link turned to her, surprised at first, then a radiant smile burst into existence on his face. Ilia ran forward, not caring at all about what Zelda thought. She half tackled him, half hugged him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on the crook of his neck. He chuckled, returning the hug with the same ferocity.
At last, Ilia pulled away, smiling and staring into his open blue eyes. She looked him up and down. He hadn't changed since Ilia bandaged him. He still had wrappings covering his chest with no shirt (Ilia didn't know if she should be embarrassed or worried) and he had light brown pants on, reaching just below his knees. Link, like Ilia, had no shoes on.
"I'm so glad you're awake and okay! I- I was worried and, and… how could you scare me like that?" She demanded, her once relieved eyes now furious. Link smiled apologetically, shielding himself in case she lashed out.
"Yeah, whatever," Ilia said, her fury disappearing, replaced with happiness. She settled for just hitting him gently in the arm. "I'm just glad you're okay," she grinned.
"Oh! Um, your Majesty, please forgive me!" Ilia said, remembering the royal figure. She turned to face Zelda, who was watching the reunion with an amused expression. If anybody who was watching knew Zelda well enough, they could've seen a hint of jealousy. Not jealous of the two's closeness, but jealous of the fact that Link had such a loyal friend.
"You have nothing to be forgiven for. I'm sure I would've acted the same," Zelda reassured her. Ilia blushed, looking down at the ground.
"Now, come on. You still have to get some sleep," Zelda said, looking at Link. Ilia looked between the two; obviously something had happened before. But before she could ask, Zelda grabbed both their hands and proceeded to drag them off.
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"Round ears, c'mon! We don't have all day! Get up! C'mon, this isn't even your room!" Someone was shaking him, bringing out of his deep sleep.
"Whazzat-?" Rusl mumbled, still half asleep. Somebody groaned and started to slap him on the cheek. At first, he just ignored them. But they kept coming back, and one last slap brought him out of his daze.
"Huh," Rusl murmured, finally opening his brown eyes. He rubbed his head, where a large bump was. As he moved his hand, a sharp pain flashed in his forearm. Rusl blinked a couple of times, clearing away his blurriness. As he did, two hazel eyes were directly over him, unblinking and emotionless.
"Ah!" Rusl cried out, jumping back as best he could while he was still lying down. The owner of the eyes laughed shrilly, backing up and giving Rusl some space.
As the person backed away, Rusl finally could see who it was. "Aspen?" he began, clearly confused on why he was here in the first. He thought he was training Colin on archery.
"Oh thank Farore you're awake; Princess Ilia was most worried!" Aspen cried out in dramatized shock. She had her hands clasped together under her neck, her eyes ridiculously wide.
"But Ilia isn't a princess…" Rusl said slowly, eyeing her like she was insane. He put his arm under himself and pushed up into a sitting position. Pain bit at him from his arm, and as he turned to look at it he saw that it was wrapped up messily, but effectively.
She dropped her act as soon as Rusl said that, mumbling more to herself, "Awake and alert; good." She wrote something down on a piece of parchment, then once she was done, she tucked it into one of her pockets.
"I'll be right back, round ears," Aspen said, turning around and leaving the room. Once she was gone, Rusl took a look at his surroundings. Why does this look so familiar? Rusl thought, scanning around the cloth room. It was when Rusl saw the green hat on the table did he realized where he was.
"Link's room?" Rusl whispered to himself, wondering why he was here and, more importantly, where was Link. He tried to get up, but just like his arm, pain radiated from his thigh. Rusl hissed, reflexively putting a hand on the pain.
"Dad, you're awake!" Colin's voice boomed out weakly in the near silence of the tent. Rusl looked at the direction of the voice and saw his son standing in the doorway, a grin on his boyish face. He looked fine except for a dark bruise on his hairline.
"Colin!" Rusl called out, happy to see his son. Colin rushed over, but right as he was about to launch himself on his dad, he suddenly restrained himself.
"Oh, right, your wounds…" he said quietly, wringing his hands in front of him. He bowed his head, but kept his eyes on his father.
Rusl looked disappointed; he was looking forward to that hug. "Maybe later?" Rusl suggested. Colin brightened up that, happy he could hug him later.
"So, uh, could you tell me why I'm lying in Link's bed?" Rusl asked finally. The question had nagged at him for some time, but he couldn't remember why he was here in the first place. "I remember teaching you about the bow, then, nothing…"
"You don't remember?" Colin asked, surprised. After Rusl shook his head, Colin went on, "We were attacked! I got knocked out, and I guess you took us back to the camp or something. All I know is that that snappy healer found you unconscious on Link's bed with your injuries wrapped up. I just woke up a minute ago," he finished.
It all came back to Rusl; the fight, the running, the desperation. He gasped, the sudden remembrance too much for him. He had come to Link's room for some reason, and that's all he remembered. "Who patched us up..?" Rusl asked, uncertain if he wanted to know the answer.
Colin shrugged, and then said, "Well, Link isn't here. Do you think he did?"
Rusl shook his head. "But he's been sleeping for weeks. What made him wake up now?" Rusl replied.
"He had to wake up some time, dad. Maybe we just got lucky!" Colin responded. "Besides, I don't think he's here. He's not in the main room, and all the other rooms have someone already in it." Colin sat down against the bedpost, resting his weary head.
Rusl sighed, and fell back on the pillow. He examined his arm, the piece of cloth tied with the skill of an expert. Did that knot look familiar?
"Yes, now push it through… Yes that's it!" Rusl cried out happily. He was sitting on the grass of the ranch, his son sitting next to him. He was around five and had a piece of string in his hands. The string had a knot in it, a bit more complex than the simplest knots. Colin looked overjoyed to see he did it though.
"Great job!" Rusl said, patting his son the back. Colin grinned, examining his work.
"Link! Link, I did it!" Colin boasted, holding out his piece of string out. Link, who was currently on Epona and herding goats, looked up and gave Colin the thumbs up. Link was around twelve years old, still the only Ordonian with hylian ears.
Colin laughed at the praise, and stood up. He raced forward towards Link, ready to show him his work in more detail. Rusl tried to grab him, but his short legs had already brought him too far. Once Rusl had stood up, Colin was already halfway to Link. Rusl stayed put, hoping his son would make it to Link.
But apparently, the goddesses were in a foul mood. As Colin ran, a raging goat was bolting towards the intruder, horns pointed directly at the toddler. Colin didn't notice it though, too excited to look around.
But Link noticed it though, years of goat herding improving his hearing and sight greatly. Before Rusl could shout out, Link dug his heels into Epona's side, urging her to go forward. She complied and was soon racing forward. Colin looked confused as to why his friend was leaving him behind. He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. He followed Link with his eyes and soon saw the charging goat. Colin shrieked, too scared to move.
Rusl ran to his son, hoping that he was faster than an angry goat. Rusl got to Colin in no time though and grabbed him. He used himself as a shield for his son afraid that if he moved his son would get hit. But no impact came, and Rusl opened his eyes, bracing himself for the face of a raging goat.
Well, he did see an angry goat, but it wasn't going anywhere. Rusl gasped when he saw rope tied around its neck, holding it back from charging. The knot looked to be improvised, combined with other types of knots. Rusl looked around and saw Epona standing a bit away, no rider on her back.
The goat shifted its direction, and Rusl was shocked to see Link holding a rope connected to the goat. He was digging his heels into the ground, gritting his teeth as he pulled back on the goat. He had his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, but with one last strong pull from the goat, his eyes flew open and he gasped. Link's hands suddenly let go of the rope, and he fell backwards. Luckily the goat had lost interest and went back to eating grass before it could ram into Rusl.
As the goat bent its head down, Rusl stood up straighter. He looked down at Colin, who had his eyes closed in fear. As his dad left him, Colin peeked open an eye, and looked around. He was surprised at first, then happy when he saw no goat. He let out a whoop, happy he didn't have to meet a goat.
Rusl smiled at his son's antics and ruffled his hair. Colin protested, but was powerless to stop his stronger father. Rusl turned to Link, ready to thank him but saw that Link was still on the ground. He was sitting up, but was holding his shoulder and had his eyes screwed shut in mostly likely pain. Rusl gasped, something he had been doing too much lately, and started towards the almost teenager. Rusl thought he saw something shine on Link's left hand, but he ignored it, thinking his eyes were just playing tricks on him.
Rusl reached Link and bent down, extending a hand to him. Either Link didn't notice or just ignored him, because he stayed in the same position. Worried, Rusl bent down, and looked at Link's shoulder. He gently removed Link's hand. Link didn't do anything as Rusl examined it, lightly touching the bones.
"It's dislocated," Rusl announced. "I'm going to have to put it back," he said somewhat grimly. "It'll hurt a bit. Then it'll be fine, okay?" Rusl asked. Link nodded once, his eyes still shut.
Rusl sighed, and then grabbed his arm, careful not to cause him any more pain then needed. Drawing in some breath, Rusl thrust forward, getting over it and snapping the bone back in place with a 'pop'. Link hissed through clenched teeth and dug his fingers in the ground.
After a while though, Link removed his hand from the ground and opened his eyes, the pain fading away as another memory. He tried to move his shoulder, but just barely moved it. Link winced as he moved it though.
"It'll be sore for a while, but it'll it be fine soon," Rusl reassured. Link turned and nodded, smiling as thanks. "Aw, no problem. And thank you, Link. If it weren't for you, I'd have more than a dislocated shoulder!" Rusl grinned at Link, who grinned back wider.
Link turned to Epona, but stopped and stood at her side. He looked at her, trying to figure up a way on her without hurting shoulder. Rusl saw this and walked up to him.
"I think that's enough goats today, don'tcha think?" Rusl asked jokingly, slapping a hand on Link's uninjured shoulder. Link turned to him, and smiled, nodding. He slipped out of Rusl's hand and grabbed Epona's reigns with his good hand, and started to lead her out to village.
"Aye, Fado! Herd up the goats today, will yeah?" Rusl shouted out before he left. Fado peeked out from the barn he had been cleaning, and looked at Rusl, confused. "Link's out for the day! He'll be back tomorrow, I'm sure!" Rusl assured, knowing Link's stubbornness and desire to earn his keep.
Fado nodded, and then shouted back, "Tell the tot I hope he gets better!"
"Alright!" Rusl shouted back. He looked away from Fado and called his son, who had been standing a distance away. Colin snapped out of his thoughts and raced to his dad, joining him in walking out of the ranch.
This knot looked too made up on the spot, mixed up with other types of knots. Rusl picked at it, but found that it was tied tight. Rusl doubted he could ever really untie it.
As Rusl poked at the knot, Aspen rushed inside the room. Rusl looked up at her, watching her actions with some interest. She was grabbing some gauze and red potion, mumbling to herself about idiots and their recklessness. She left the room again, leaving the stuff on a table.
Rusl furrowed his eyebrows together, wondering what she was doing. She came back again, this time with guests. Queen Zelda came after Aspen, who was followed by Ilia and … Link? Rusl gaped when he saw him, not expecting Link to be up and running so fast.
Link grinned when he saw Rusl awake and waved at him. Rusl returned the wave slowly, still not believing that Link was alert. Ilia saw that Rusl was awake as well and smiled briefly at him.
Aspen strode over and grabbed a chair from besides the bed. She swung it around, and ordered for Link to sit. Having no choice, Link walked over and plopped down. As soon as he sat down, Aspen began to unwrap his bandages around his arms. She looked at the now pink wound, and touched it gently. She grabbed some potion and ordered for him to drink. As Link chugged it down, she began to wrap his arm back expertly.
"So… you're okay?" Rusl asked, getting over his surprise. Link glanced over Aspen's hunched form, and nodded.
"Did you bandage me up?" Rusl questioned, bringing up his wrapped forearm. Link hesitated for a moment, and then nodded again. Colin, who hadn't moved, looked up at his father and smiled smugly.
Rusl had only one thing to say to him.
"Oh, shut up you."
So, did you like my cutie chapter? Nothing big happening, but it sure was a nice break from killing, right?
Not much to say. Its 2 in the morning. Going to bed.
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"Let me face the peril!"
"No, it's too perilous!"
-Monty Python and the Holy Grail