New chapter, hope you like it, my neck hurts.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: And it begins…

Sheik stood her ground against the onslaught of nightmares that Ragnarok was firing at her.

At first, she had cowered in fear as the nightmares, now reality, attacked her, tore at her, injured her. Now, an entire week later, she had overcome that fear. Every time they had bitten her, she had bitten back. Every time they had scratched at her, she had scratched back.

Once, exhaustion overcame her and she fell asleep, a dagger in each hand. When she had awoken, every weapon she had but the daggers had been stolen. Since then, she had resolved not to fall asleep until she was sure she was safe, and not let a single enemy attack her.

Too bad most of her clothes had been torn off, and all that were covered were the (ahem) bare essentials.


The Chronostar was flying through the void. The entire crew, as they had decided they would stick together to the end, were preparing for battle.

They knew that it was likely that some of them would not survive, but they also knew that whatever they were up against had to be stopped.

HoT was at the console, checking the monitors, checking for signs of life, or rather, signs of Sheik.

At first, all he could see was darkness. And then a small figure could be seen on screen. Using the zooming control, HoT tried to see if it was Sheik.

At first, all he saw was a small, humanoid being, almost naked, with large cuts on her legs and arms, then he saw the face, which, although covered in small cuts, was easily recognisable as Sheik.

"We've found her," HoT said, not turning away from the console, and checking the screen for the coordinates shown on the screen, before scrawling them down on a piece of scroll.

HoW was the first to the screen, and when he saw Sheik's mutilated body, he filled up with rage. Whatever this thing was, it was going to pay, dearly.


It came towards her from above. It looked like a Keese, but much larger, and a lot more humanoid.

As she jumped back, she realised it was the person she had run away from when she was just eight years old, the person who had a dagger put through his leg when she had last seen him. Morgrym.


HoW was now at the console, and he saw the dark figure descend upon Sheik before the image disappeared. HoW hit the screen, trying to bring the image back, and then he looked down at the piece of scroll HoT had written on.

Keying the coordinates that had been written down into the Chronostar, HoW pulled a lever, and the Chronostar started hurtling towards its mother.