Hello everyone! Here's a new chapter. I hope you enjoy it!
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Sasani huffed angrily, doing her best to not shout out in pain as she bandaged a large shallow rough cut that ran from the bottom of her left side ribs to nearly the small of her back. She let out a hushed hiss of pain as the disinfectant ointment she'd lathered onto the wound burned like a splash of hot oil. She took a slow steady breath, trying her best to remain calm through the pain. The smattering of throbbing purple bruises across her arms and legs made the job harder than it should have been. The soft glow of the small rusted oil lamp beside her, turned down to its lowest setting, giving her just enough light to work with. Her concentration was broken by the soft sound of the man she'd rescued shifting slightly on the thin sleeping mat she'd placed him on. Apparently having a fairy nestling in your hair for hours was enough to heal most of his wounds and broken bones. With a small huff she went back to patching herself up, wincing again as she finished. Another sound caught her attention in the small tent. The soft twinkling of the fairy sounded out from where it sat, nestled in the man's grimy blond hair, bobbing in an almost happy manner.
"I don't know why you seem so happy." she snapped waspishly at the fairy quietly, grimacing slightly as she turned slightly towards it, several bruises on her torso protesting angrily.
"I wouldn't be here putting myself back together like this if you hadn't continually distracted me!"
she sent another scathing glare at the fairy, Its little wings drooped as a soft, almost sad sounding twinkle rang out from it.
"Don't give me the sad act fairy." She angrily whispered. The fairy seemed to droop even more, trying to nestle deeper into the males dirty hair.
"You went from Awe inspiring to infuriating so quickly it's almost awe inspiring!" She continued, still furious. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
After her fight to defend the man, she'd managed to head back to camp without drawing too much attention to herself. With practiced ease, she'd packed her stuff up as quickly and efficiently as she could, taking the time to address the man's wounds, or rather, what little wounds were left from whatever the fairy was doing. She'd decided to leave the man in the hands of the local guard at the oasis and try to get counsel from the Chieftess. If anyone could help her figure out what to do, it would be Urbosa.
Everything had been going fine until she'd passed over Manhala Bridge and began making her way past what looked like the smoking ruins of Hyrule's coliseum. There, she'd been ambushed by a green lizalfos. It had been armed with a double bladed serrated spear. She'd had to drop the man none too gently so she could grab her shield before she would've been skewered. The fight had been going in her favor, and she'd been about to close in to deliver what she'd hoped would be a killing blow. Not even a second before she'd have attacked, That stupid fairy had floated up in front of her face and distracted her, giving the lizalfos an opportunity to attack. If it had managed to thrust its spear even an inch to the left, it could've pierced her stomach or her torso.
Needless to say, she was beyond furious at the fairy. So after she'd finished off her foe she had tried her hardest to both nicely and politely explain to the fairy that flying into her face while she was fighting a foe was a very bad idea. When it happened a second time, and then a third time however, she was much, much less nice. She may or may not have at one point threatened to put the damn thing into a jar and toss it into a river.
A soft moan came from the man, disrupting her internal ranting, his sleeping face twisting into a slight grimace as he shifted. The fairy seemingly perked back up immediately, returning to its bouncing, seemingly now oblivious to the glare Sasani was still sending it. Hopefully he would wake up soon so she didn't have to carry him for the last leg of the journey. For someone so short and skinny, he was much heavier than he looked.
—-Dream Pov-
I sit on a throne of Beautifully carved black stone inside a massive banquet hall. All along every wall, carved in breathtaking detail, statues of the faceless heroes of my people's past sit; each inset with shimmering jewels and gems handcrafted by the finest jewelers in the land. Filling the hall, crowding as close to me as they dare, are my subjects. They cheer and celebrate my very presence with all of their being.
Although I'm surrounded by them, each filled with more joy for life than I've ever seen, I've never felt so utterly alone in my life.
"Don't worry…" A voice calls out, cutting through the cheering with a horrible jolt.
A horrible clawing feeling of wrongness fills my stomach as the hall darkens. The great torches of silver and gold that hang from the ceiling seemingly shutter. The warm fires on each of them falter as the shadows throughout the room seem to lengthen and move on their own.
My eyes are drawn to the opposite side of the hall where, set above a great wooden door, intricately carved and crafted from the most beautiful shining gold I've ever seen, is a triangle. Within it sits three waving lines, the top and bottom curling into opposite directions.
I know what it is. Deep in my soul, I know it.
On the wall, glowing with barely contained energy, sits the Triforce of POWER.
The People throughout the room melt into the shadows, their smiling cheerful faces warping into silent screams of agony and fear. The statues of the heroes around the hall shatter and turn to dust, the gems and jewels turning into sand.
From the edges of the Triforce a viscous black liquid seeps, flowing like blood towards the throne. It burns with dark crimson flames that radiate with an unbearable feeling of RAGE AND HATRED.
The black liquid pools at the bottom of the throne, wisps of burning hatred trying desperately to reach me.
From the hatred made liquid the voice calls out again.
"You'll never be alone again."
From the malice bursts a thin, skeletal hand; Its skin is a sickening gray It grabs onto my ankle, and I feel Pain unlike any before as the flames coil around my leg.
"Why don't you join me? There's room for two…" The voice whispers as a head begins to emerge, its shriveled up eyes glowing a sickening green.
With all my might, I slam my foot into the living corpse's head, a flash of golden light forcing it to let go. It sinks back into the malice with a soft yet twisted chuckle.
I awoke screaming.
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Hello everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this new chapter. So, in the next chapter I'm thinking of switching to mostly 3rd pov, though I dunno if it's a good idea. Let me know in the comments.