Twisted Heroes

Act 21 - Irreversible Mistake

Finally, twists and turns through a darkened castle lead the dark duo to a long red carpet. It wasn't easy for them, but working together seemed to get the job done, so here they were. Inside this room was the final battle, the boss fight to free the land from evil. The sound of an organ could be heard as someone whittled away on its keys, playing a tune that seemed to have swelled the closer they had gotten to it. Pittoo could feel the dark energy like a wave that threatened to consume them both, but he was sure they could beat the evil overlord, together.

As soon as they entered the room, the evil overlord Ganondorf halted his playing and took a long pause before speaking, "And so, you are here... at last." D-Link didn't say a word in response, he just glared at the Gerudo king.

The dark angel summoned up his best weapon, his Silver Bow, and got into his ready stance, a fierce expression gracing his features. Words weren't necessary now. All that was needed was to finish this.

No more was spoken as the battle began, Ganondorf slamming a fist full of concentrated dark magical energy into the floor, causing a sizable chunk of it to break away. The dark duo were able to easily avoid the shock-wave.

Back and forth, the flow of battle ensued, both sides taking the lead and losing it every now and then, but, when things were starting to look up, as if they'd finally be able to kill old asshat, the tide turned, and our heroes were put in a rather dismal situation.

"This is what happens to those who defy me, Dark Link! Now, I shall show you the death of the one you cherish most!" Ganondorf snarled as he used his vastly powerful magic to slowly torch the dark angel's wings while he restrained D-Link in an iron grip. The Master Sword had been knocked out of the dark Hylian's reach as he struggled and squirmed desperately in the evil king's hold.

Pittoo gasped as he felt the heat on his flight feathers, slowly singeing and burning them. He was forced onto his knees from the pain, a wince on his visage. Fuck... Not again...! he thought as he tried to stay as calm as he could; freaking out would only make the agony that much worse.

'See, Darky? I told you he was going to die. Though... I'll give him credit, he's quite tough. The others had to die so, quickly. Heh heh heh heh heh heh...' No... No..! 'Well... Just because I'm your friend... I'll tell you something. There is a way to save Shortie... You know what it is.. Daaarrkyyy...' I... I can't.. I-I won't listen to you! but... Pittoo... No. I'll find another way.

His eyes were lidded now, the pain a bit to much for him. Those delicate nerves in his wings were sending massive discomfort signals to his brain... He hugged himself tightly, panting heavily, sweat beading down his skinny frame. His forehead touched the ground in his bent over position, and, try as he might not to, every now and then, a whimper would break from his throat.

Pittoo! Dammit...! 'You don't have that kind of time, Darky... Do it. Use that magic, and you can save him. You know as well as I do that there is not another way...' Stop it! Shut up! 'Tsk tsk tsk... don't you see, Darky? He doesn't have to die yet... Heh heh heh... Though, he still will... It just doesn't have to be at the hands of your 'daddy' like the others! Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh..!'' Damn! Pittoo... I... I-I just... DAMMIT! 'What are you waiting for, Darky!? The more time you waste, the deader Shortie gets! Heh heh heh heh heh...' ...Pittoo.. I'm sorry... I.. I can't watch you die... not again... I just- I just can't..! D-Link gave in to the voice in his head. He didn't have a choice, really. He had to choose between using dark magic or... letting the love of his life die. Dark energy coursing through him, he interrupted Ganondorf's torturous spell on Pittoo and broke free from the evil overlord's grasp, reaching for the Master Sword.

Pittoo felt a wash of relief over his mind, the pain slowly turning into a dull thrum. But... how? he inquired mentally. Weakly, he lifted his head and looked around, and... his stomach dropped. "D...D-Link..." he whispered in fear. Dammit, Pittoo...! H... he wouldn't have used it if you didn't get hit...! However, his self beat-downs ended abruptly as he slipped out of it all, passing out.

The fight didn't last much longer. In one fell swoop, the dark Hylian managed to take Ganondorf's head off... Though, he couldn't help but feel the evil king had allowed him to... Because, in the single solitary moment just before Ganondorf's head was separated from him, he could've sworn he saw a twisted smile etched in the Gerudo king's facial features... one of satisfaction. Now that the king of evil was dead, he had the chance to observe that he could feel the dark magic flowing through him. That power... felt good but also... hurt. It burned in him like a dull flame flickering slowly out. However, he couldn't worry about that now. He had to see if Pittoo was alright. Immediately, he went over to the unconscious angel, concern in his furrowed brows as he gazed at the slightly burnt wings. He's alive... Seems like only his flight feathers were burned... The rest of his wings look okay... he thought, breathing a sigh of relief.

He had curled on his side when he lost consciousness, his arms still wrapped around himself. His wings weren't pulled tight against his back. Instead, they hung slack, brushing the floor.

'That wasn't so bad, was it... Daaarrrrrkyyyy...? 'Daddy' is dead and... your little angel is still breathing. Don't you see? Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh... I'm not your enemy, Darky...' You're wrong... I've done something... bad. Something that I can't undo... At least... at least Pittoo's still alive... After some thinking, D-Link decided to wait for his angel to regain consciousness. He wanted to be sure that Pittoo wasn't hurt anymore than he had observed.

A half hour later, the dusky avian's eyes fluttered open slowly. He winced as he sat up, stretching his damaged wings, his line of sight traveling down them with a mixed emotion plain on his countenance. He couldn't fly... he knew that much. His flight feathers were gone... and it would take some time for them to regrow. He let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through the feathers he still had.

"Pittoo... are you alright..?"

"...I'm...flightless..." he responded softly.

"...Yeah.. but, they'll grow back... right?"

"In a few months..." was the reply as Pittoo gave a wary sort of look. His eyes shimmered slightly, fearfully. "...You... used dark magic... Gods... Please tell me you're not gonna lose it!" he pleaded, a tiny bit of hysteria slipping into his voice, though he tried to keep it level.

"...Honestly.. I don't know..." he answered, glancing away for a moment.

"For now... let's get out of here..."

"...Yeah."