Well that is better! many reviews i like this new stratagey. From now on i will not update until i get at least one review. I know it is not nice but i want the support and/or for the crude methods
I don't own zelda
My mouth tastes sour and the room smells of vomit. That's the first thing I notice before I even bother trying to open my eyes, to move. The stench of my own filth and the weight of my own guilt. I can open my eyes and I don't want. Teddi doesn't have that choice, and whether or not it's direct I am responsible for that.
And because of that responsibility I cannot deny the reality of the situation I am in.
I open my eyes.
Sure enough, I'm partially lying in my own vomit. But other than the mess I made the floor seems to be clean. It's made of white grey stone tile that's staggered together. It's been polished to the point where I can sort of make out the ceiling. And it's pretty cold. Maybe I'm just really cold. I try to roll over but am unsurprised when I can't. This is beginning to become a theme in my life. Besides, whatever that bastard Lohan rubbed on me seems to be nasty nasty shit. So yeah, the bad news basically goes I'm covered in puke and Nayru in all Her infinite knows what, I have no idea where I am, I can't move, I'm cold, and Teddi is dead.
Happy Fucking Birthday to Me.
I hear a low moan behind me. Great, at least I'm not alone. It's so nice that I landed where there is yet another person to kick the shit out of me. Heaven forbid I break that tradition.
I listen to my companion stir. I guess I must have landed on someone when I well, landed. Or arrived, or fell or however the hell I got here. And apparently I hit them hard. It takes a few minutes for him (or her? I can't tell) to really wake up. They moan and groan for a bit while I lie and listening silently. I can't even talk right now. As I said, Nasty Nasty Shit.
Finally I hear him (or her?) get to his feet, his boots clicking on the tile but still stumbling a bit. I brace myself, or imagine myself bracing, as the figure approaches me from behind. If I could have I would have winced when the hands grasped the arm I wasn't lying on.
"Link?" It's Ganty. I don't know how this happened but it's Ganty here with me. I'm not alone. I know she's sharing my danger by being here but I just can't bring myself to wish that she were elsewhere. I'm so glad I'm not alone. I'm so glad it's Ganty and not Mordred.
"Link, are you okay? Link? Link!" I can hear the urgency and panic filling her voice but I can't do anything, I can't give her a sign. I really can't move.
Ganty pulls on my arm and rolls me off of my side and onto my back. The ceiling here is huge. It's an epically tall building. It really resembles a temple, a fancy amazing temple but a temple nonetheless. The roof is a soft gray, almost a light blue.
Much lighter than Ganty's eyes, which seem to be boring into me. She stares for a few seconds and begins fondling my neck. I think she's looking for a pulse. I hope she finds one but at this time I don't think I really have the capacity to be surprised by anything else. When she draws her hand away her eyes reveal nothing of what she did or didn't find.
Then she spits on her sleeve, tearing the fabric of the white shirt off from the shoulder. Ew. She's giving me a spit bath. Well, I guess it is better then my supper but just, ew. She mops off my face, spitting whenever she isn't satisfied with the performance of her makeshift cloth. Then she moves on to my chest, unpinning and pulling down my tunic when she's done. I think I feel a little warmer, but that might just be wishful thinking. I still can't move.
Which is really bad because I hear more footsteps and Ganty is still kneeling over me. I hope she hears them too, but I'm not entirely certain at this point that it would make a huge difference. She's too stubborn to run and as much as I am glad she's here I really don't want to watch anyone else die tonight, especially not for my sake.
Then Ganty is standing over me, her sword drawn and at the ready. "Who are you?" Her voice comes out clear and strong.
The footsteps stop. "Calm child. I am a friend." It sounds like an old man. A very calm, harmless old man. But sounds can be deceiving.
Ganty thinks so too. Her sword doesn't even waver. "Where are we? What do you want?"
"Peace child. I only wish to help. I am Rauru, the Sage of Light, Guardian of the Essence of Light. See?" I can't but I think Ganty does. She sheaths her sword and starts to jibber.
"Please! My friend, I think he's hurt or cursed. Please, can you help? Please." Her voice breaks a bit. Wow Ganty is really upset. And she called me her friend. Awesome. Not that she's upset. The other part.
I hear the footsteps approach. As he draws closer I can hear a soft swishing. I guess he's in a cloak or robe of some sort. Then he bends over to examine me.
This guy has got to be friends with the Great Deku Tree. He's sporting a thick Franz Josef* that wraps up around his face. It's a snowy white in color, which matches his hair, or at least what he has left. He's got a giant bald spot on the very top of his head. He's also a Hylian, with pointy ears and the classic blue eyes.
I can feel his fingertips lightly pressing into my temples. He mutters to himself soundlessly. I can see his lips waggling underneath his moustache. When he's finally done he looks up at Ganty, obscuring my view with his huge moustache.
"He's alive." I guess that's good news. "He also isn't injured. You were right in presuming it to be the work of spell craft. I can aid him but I will require your assistance." Ganty doesn't say anything, so she probably nodded. Unless she shook her head. "Good." I guess she nodded. "I will show you what I need done. But first." He looks down at me again and I am swept up with his dark blue gaze.
"Sleep."
My first observation is that my mouth still tastes sour.
The second is that I'm still lying somewhere on my back, but it is no longer on a cold temple floor. The most logical reason for this assumption is the fact that I am warm. At least, my outside is warm. My insides still feel delicately frozen in place and that the slightest thaw will melt everything. I can't deal with a melted everything right now.
So I'll concentrate on figuring out where I am. I twitch my fingers ever so slightly, a movement nigh near invisible to the naked eye, and feel material bunch up beneath them. Thank goodness the Kokiri don't believe in fingered gloves or that would have been a bust.
"Link? Link, are you awake?" I guess Ganty can detect nigh near invisible movements. I open my eyes, blinking away the darkness in the soft light.
"Oh Thank the Goddesses! Link, where do you hurt?"
That's a great question. Where do I hurt? Right now I guess its nowhere. I am too numb for the pain of this fucked up situation to even seep into me. Maybe I'm in anti-pain right now, because I sure as hell don't feel pleasant. I think I injured my shoulder again. It doesn't actually hurt but I do feel a heavy weight in it, like it should hurt but my body just doesn't have the resources to finish sending the message. I'm sure I'll get the message sooner or later, whether or not I want to.
Instead of answering Ganty I look around the room. I'm in a small bed in a tiny humble wooden room. Pale light filters in through s translucent window, one where the glass has been frosted. The only furnishings are the small bed I'm resting and the stool Ganty is sitting on. The bed, and myself as well, is covered in a rough grey blanket that seems to be homemade.
"Link�" Ganty whispers my name hesitantly, worriedly.
"Teddi's dead." Not what I wanted to say but I guess it will do. I can feel heat gathering at the corners of my eyes. Shit. I don't want to cry in front of Ganty. I don't want to cry, period. It's always an unpleasant experience.
But it looks like what I want doesn't really matter.
I can feel the drops rolling down my face. I start rubbing my eyes with my gloves, hoping to quell the storm I feel gathering inside. "Sorry," I mummer, rubbing harder. It doesn't seem to be stopping. "Sorry." I apologize again.
Ganty catches my wrists and pulls them from my face. I try to put them back, to wipe those damn tears away, but she won't let me. The moment I stop pulling back she lifts me into a hug, rubbing my hair and holding me close.
That sets me off worse. I keep apologizing, but I don't even know what I'm apologizing for anymore. But I can't stop, just like I can't stop sobbing. She rocking me back and forth, whispering quietly but I can't here her over the harshness of my own breath. I can feel the ice on my innards melting. If feels like everything is floating and crashing and the runoff is what is pouring out of my eyes. I feel nauseous. At least the sourness of vomit has been replaced by the salty taste of tears.
Finally I calm down a bit. I managed to stem the flow from my eyes and get my airflow under control. Ganty isn't touchy and again i feel my face heating up at our touch. I want to stay like this but my body starts feeling funny. "Ganty?" I whisper when I finally trust myself to speak.
"Yes Link?" she responds just a quietly, still stroking my hair.
"I think I'm gonna be sick."
Well here is the end again. And again reviws if you want me to continue. And again as well i am sorry for the terrible method. Adios
Axel18
