Back in the Mainland, a few days had gone by now. At first it was cheery, very upbeat…but then the minions from Hell began to appear once more. And as before they banged on the gates and pounded at the outside walls. There oddly weren't as many as there was once before, but they kept trickling in slowly but surely. …It seemed like it would never end…
It was Hylia's army defending against Demise's and they had to hold out until the White Goddess's return. The men were forced to keep strong and combat focused. Little rest…
It felt like a week went by…but it had only been about two days.
Everything was silent now except the almost sorrowful, ghastly wails the creatures let out and the sounds of crossbows, swords and other medieval weapons cutting them down. Of course the Gorons were around too making a fuss –catapults in themselves, the way they were hurling rocks down at the things… It was truly astonishing…
Chapter 18d: The Great War (Part 4): Corrosion
Link sat down in the grass leaning upon the wall. He continued to hold the Blade he had been using, looking it over –'Master Sword' did she call it? It looked a bit different now from the recasting but- He turned his wrist to see the weapon's other side. –It doesn't much feel like some great treasure quite yet… Nothing to 'cleave the earth' and 'act as a pillar' of some kind –nah…
Some fellow soldiers sat close by: "Hey, what's wrong, Sir Link? Something the matter with the Blade?"
Link looked up at him with deeply tired eyes: "Huh? –Oh, no, nothing's wrong. –Least I don't think. Just…tired I guess…. I haven't let it go now for three sunsets." He felt his eyes flicker as if reality was changing; he blinked.
Knights: "Yea, you look pretty beat…" "Maybe you ought to get some sleep."
Link laid the sword across his leg: "I may not have a choice… I," he blinked again, "I think I'm about to lose consciousness…" His head drifted forward and back.
Knight: "Get some sleep. We'll let you know if something comes up."
His eyes were shut now and his lip hung slightly a jar; he mumbled under his tired breathe: "Right…" But his hand never left the hilt of that blade.
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They came in waves allowing time for some recuperation, regrouping and rebuilding, but… Nonstop, these things…
As day four came so did loud footsteps and cackles. Some of the larger, faster beasts were pushing through now. The outside town walls were finally breaking down –holes; they were finding spots to penetrate and enter into the fields. Spots near the mountains… Many of the Gorons insisted to take care of it there, and they did. The humans, with their steel and armor, experience, teamwork and desire to live out Hylia's promise tore through the rest…but there was a cost… This was not as easy of a battle as I may make it sound to be; there were casualties… But as the days went on, and the stronger, larger, greater beasts came forth…so greater would the destruction and death they'd bring be…
And this is how it went for even longer…
Fatigue had long set in. People were starting to make mistakes.
Hylia herself seemed to be growing weaker… The binds she had lied down were starting to bend and break: the dark creatures were starting to come in heavier and heavier as the Demon King himself grew strong and prepared to come forward to claim the rest of the Land.
