Evil's Bane
V 3.6
By (o'.')o ( pc_prettycool@email.com )
Disclaimer:
Ahhhh. Why do I keep writing these? It's painful. Must….keep….thinking. I know! If you don't believe me when I say that The Legend of Zelda is property of Nintendo, then all your young kids, or sisters or brothers or cousins will play Conker's Bad Fur Day and become Morally corrupted!!! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Hu..?
Note from the Author:
Needless to say, I've been away…for a very very long time. I'm sure everyone's lost interest in the story. I'm sorry. I've been busy, but I still should have been working on it. Hopefully, this installment will persuade you peeps to forgive me.
I also promise that the next one after this will come in very soon afterwards (I hope). It's almost finished folks.
Well… that being said, on with the tale.
Last Chapter:
The battle was joined. It was the young Link (who had crossed the Giants Valley via a strange metal Dragon named…..uh…well..Dragon. ) against a fist of Neo-Ghanims. Surely not a fair battle, but the Master Sword was sure to work in the elf's favor. However, the true intention of the Sword was known as soon as it was released from it's scabbard, and before long, Link found himself in the middle of a horrific scene of violence and blood, created by his own doing. Mortified, Link stopped all rational thought, and put the Sword to his own throat to drink again, but he was saved from himself from his temporary fairy, Esea. Now, as Link moves forward towards the Ghanim base, the task is to destroy Knatagahnim, without unleashing the Sword of Evil's Bane.
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The land was parched and dry, cracked and broken. Each step Link took seemed to split the earth into a million pieces, so much that he thought he'd be swept under. A few times, he did fall or stumble. Each time he did, it took him a little longer to get back to his feet.
Link was exhausted. He had not stopped to rest once his vision had come back. Though it might be thought that rest wasn't on his mind, in truth, rest was the only thing on his mind. Link wanted only to destroy Knatagahnim, finish his task, and rest forever.
So he had started his grim march towards what he felt was Knata's direction, not knowing if he would find another group of troops, and not caring either. He marched for miles, without stopping for rest or food, despite Esea's protestations. Several times she screamed at him in his sensitive elven ears, blinded his eyes, anything to get him to stop.
It was painful, but not worth stopping for.
In fact, Link had only stopped once throughout the march, and that was to bind the Master Sword to its sheath with a strand of leather linen from his tunic.
Esea was afraid Link was going mad. She tried anything, everything to get him to listen to reason. "What if you have to fight a bunch of soldiers again!?" She pleaded. "You'll need the Master Sword."
"No." he said. "I won't."
"Wh-What about when you face down with that Ghanim!" Esea cried. "He'll chop you into pieces! You'll need the Master Sword to defeat him!"
Link shook his head, never stopping with his march. "I'll…beat him. Ever since I touched the….it, I've been able to use the spells…." He was referring to the three Battle Spells of the Goddesses. Link was able to use Faeores' Wind and Dins' Fire, but not the healing spell Nayrus' Love. That confused him, just a little bit.
Esea flew around and faced him angrily. "And what makes melting him into a puddle or blasting him to ashes better than using the Master Sword!?", she asked with a sting.
Link blinked. "Was she right?", he thought, "No!"
"Well?"
"You're twisting things!" Link said through grated teeth. "You're trying to confuse me!" He shuddered weakly, then continued. "As long as I haven't used the Sword, I won't have committed any crimes."
The fairy gaped, sputtering a moment before she regained composure. "Crimes? You haven't committed any crimes!" She tried to get closer, but the lad brushed her away with an angry wave of his hand. "Why would you have needed the Master Sword if it was a crime to use it!?"
"Access…." Link gasped. "To…..the spells…" His mouth was so dry, it was becoming painful to breathe. But he couldn't stop, he needed to kill the Ghanim . Then he could rest….
"Link, you won't be able to do anything without it. He'll strike you down before you can blink."
Link shrugged. Either way, he'd get to rest. "Esea….I don't want….. what happened back -cough cough- there…. to happen again." The smell of the slaughter still wafted around him. Blood and ashes permeated into his tunic and leather shorts. It was a constant reminder of what would happen if the Sword was unleashed once more.
"Ah, you stupid Elf! What did you think you were going to do? Negotiate!? Talk them out of chopping off your head and presenting it to that Ghanim on a silver platter? They were dead as soon as they made the decision to attack you!" Esea huffed. She hoped the logic of the situation would finally dawn on him, and she wished she were larger…large enough to just tie him down and force water into his throat. She felt so helpless it was depressing.
He didn't respond, and just kept on marching. He looked straight ahead, his eyes heavily lidded. Soon, he would find his prey, and then he'll rest. Rest.
"F-forget it…..Ese….Ese…" the elf grumbled. He blinked tiredly, and a strange wave began to take his body.
Link barely heard Esea gasp, before his tired eyes drifted shut, and he was aware of nothing.
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Workmen and neo-Ghanims practically flung themselves out of the way, as Knata briskly walked down the corridor of the grotesque base, towards the heart of the creature.
He marveled at the power of the Master, to be able to create a vessel from pure will, even from as far away as the Master was. The creature was long dead; indeed, it never was alive to begin with. Still, black blood pumped and oozed from large veins that laced the infrastructure. The creature would soon be strong enough to take off from the ground, and towards its hated target.
Knata smiled to himself. That would be a sweet hour indeed. Still, travel wasn't the only purpose the ship served.
The young demon waved his hand, and a section of the wall oozed away. He walked into a room that was pitch-black, except for the pulsing red glow that emanated from a twisted mound of flesh.
"Its' heart." Knata grumbled in his mind, "and the portal to which the Master will return….but…." He grimaced and slammed his hand down on a nearby control panel. The impact shattered the instrument, sending sparks and black blood across a short way, and scaring the hell out of a Scientist that was working nearby.
The Ghanim turned and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Why doesn't it work?" Knata growled menacingly. "Why is the Master not here?"
The woman gasped in pain. Knata's grip was strong enough to crush rocks. "We-Well…I….", the scientist, a neo-Ghanim herself, stammered. She wanted to relay the news in the best way that would not result in her own head resting upon a spit. "The device is ready, but it won't work. We-We're missing something, something strong enough to draw him out." She gulped.
Knata growled and released her. "Weakling " he thought viscously. "Why do I even keep her alive? Still, she said 'something to draw him out…" He turned to her and smiled, causing the girl to cringe. A smile from a young boy, but a hideous smile nonetheless.
"Like the Hero…." He said. The smile evolved into a hideous, full-toothed grin.
The scientist blinked. For a second, she thought Knataghanim had become some sort of Demon Pig. "Truly this boy does have the Master's power flowing through him…." She thought in fright.
Knata glanced at her and lost his smile. He grunted and stormed out of the room. He knew that there was nothing he could do, except wait for the boy to come to him.
The young Ghanim made his way to the base of the creature's skull, the bridge, and waited for Link to arrive.
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The moon had replaced the sun in the clear sky when Link regained consciousness. He smacked his lips and winced as he tried to get up on his shoulders. There was a fire burning, somewhere. The side of his face was strangely warm.
He wondered if he were catching some kind of fever because it was feeling a bit chilly and drafty. Link figured he shouldn't feel like that since he had clothes on.
And of course, he didn't. Links eyes widened as he realized he was wearing nothing but his smallclothes. Even after that realization, the boy still couldn't fathom what in the world had happened. Surely Esea wasn't strong enough to….
Link glanced over at the fire, and gaped in horror. There, cooking a thin lizard over the flame, was that red-haired little warrior that Link was positive he left behind…where NO one should have been able to follow.
Nabooru glanced over at him briefly, then returned her attention to the lizard. "The idiot wakes." She murmured. "You know, we've got to stop meeting like this."
Link continued to gape and his eyes widened. He blasted the cobwebs from his mind and stared…thinking of how this was possible. Link had had to destroy the Giants Tower and use Dragon to get across the Valley. How in the world….
"I should kill you, " Nabooru growled silently, "I really should, for what you did to Zelda and the others." She turned to him and glared with him with such vehemence it was palpable "You treated them like dirt. It was callous. It was dishonorable!"
"Go back." Link said quietly. "I don't care how you got here, just get the hell out of here."
"You think you can talk to me like that?" Nabooru said, narrowing her eyes. "I guess I've been thinking too highly off you."
"Think what you want! Just go!" Link yelled. "I don't want you here, understand? Go or you're dead!!"
Nabooru kept her composure, roasting the gecko evenly. "You can't bully me, Link." She sighed and turned to face him. "Esea told me everything. If you ask me, I think you're being babyish. You couldn't have done anything less than defend yourself." When the boy shook his head angrily, Nabooru rushed on. I'd have done the same in your shoes, so what does that make me?"
Link looked at them, the Gerudo girl and the fairy that was hovering near. "What does Esea think she saw?" Link wondered sadly. He wondered if Esea had seen the one kid, the kid who was so terrified, he didn't even lift his sword. He wondered if she saw as the boy had not attacked him, had only wanted to run after watching how Link had dismembered the rest of the troops.
Link wondered if Esea saw how he murdered the boy without a second thought. The visions caused him to press a hand to his head. He wished he could tell them…. but what would they think of him if he did?
Nabooru was looking at Link's side, where the Master Sword was strapped to his back. It was still bound tightly to its sheath.
"That was stupid." She said simply. "I wanted to undo that, but every time I got near that thing…I had this…huge feeling of dread…" Nabooru sighed. "Maybe there is something wrong with it, but that doesn't mean-"
"I'm giving you plenty of chances, Nabooru." Link said quietly. "Go back. We'll all meet together when I return."
"Return." Nabooru said mockingly. "With your main weapon tied to your back? How do you intend to kill your enemy, with your good looks?"
Link's jaw stayed firm as he spoke. "Do you know why I deceived you - all of you?" he spoke evenly. "I did it because, as much pain I received when I did it, it would be nothing compared to the pain I'd feel if you or the others died because you joined me on this…this stupid quest!". He was trembling. He wondered if it was because of the cold. "Nabooru, this isn't a game. You might die if you stay."
Nabooru laughed. "I can take care of myself." She reached over to her side and felt the cloths that lay there. She then took them and tossed them to the elf. "Your clothes. Don't think I'm going to be making that a habit." The Gerudo smiled. "I am not a domestic woman."
Link put them on quickly. They were nice and clean; free of the blood that had fouled them earlier. They felt good against his skin. Still.. "Nabooru, you can't help here. Please….I don't want to beg…"
"Don't. Not on my account. Besides, begging wouldn't send me away." Nabooru answered. She took a small knife from her waist and began to cut up the meat for the meal. She then offered him a slice.
Link wished he could have taken it. Instead he got to his feet. "I will try…" he started, voice shaking. "I will try to protect you. I will, but if you die, I'll know I tried my best." He started walking away from the small camp. "I won't cry for you if you die. Nabooru, I tried."
Nabooru watched him saunter away, confident enough that she could catch up to him later. "That's so funny." She thought to herself. "The way you're acting, you'll be the one who needs protecting."
She sighed and started to eat, watching the other slowly build the distance between them, in more ways than one. "Link. What's happening to you?"
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He had to admit the forced rest had really helped him. The sun was starting to creep over to horizon as Link continued his solemn march towards where he felt, where he knew Knataghanim was.
The boy stopped for a second and fought the overwhelming urge to look behind him, to see if Nabooru and Esea were following. He sighed sadly, dropping his shoulders as if in defeat. "I guess that was harsh." He thought with a bit of melancholy. "If anyone can help me, Nabooru can. She did defeat Knataghanim the first time, not me."
He started drudging along again. "Maybe she's right. Maybe she's tought too highly of me." His eyes suddenly brightened. "Hey! Maybe I pissed her off enough to leave! If I've lost her as a friend, at least she'll still be alive." Shrugging, he continued onward.
He took a step, and the ground rumbled. Link moved quickly to regain his balance, as the ground suddenly came to a still. The elf looked around in confusion. Another step forward and the ground shook again, a little more violently.
"What's going on?" He pondered, looking up into the sky again. Several yards away, a grotesque creature was resting in the clouds, defying gravity. It was huge, the size of Lord Jabu-Jabu. It reminded Link of a giant fish, except that it had no eyes, and four misshapen fins. Its gigantic maw was wide open in a twisted scream, teeth and jaw seemingly misplaced, as if it's body had twisted and frozen in death.
"It's dead." Link realized. Yet, it still floated. It was moving, and that was causing the small tremors in the earth. Link saw that it was coming towards him.
Link scowled harshly. "Could that be the Ghanim's base?". Without any thought, he whipped out the Ocarina.
Nabooru and Esea were catching up to him, when they too noticed the monstrous form in the sky. "Link, what is that!?" The Gerudo girl shouted.
The ground was shaking severely as the base moved faster towards the green-clothed elf. He ignored her and played the Oath to Order on the Ocarina.
A light blinked near the base's mouth, and the ground exploded only a few meters away from the boy. He was thrown back by the impact; dry earth and rock spraying over him.
Nabooru gasped, as he slammed hard against the ground. "Link!" she called, and started towards him.
Link got to his feet quickly , pulled the Ocarina closer to his chest, and roared, "DRAGON!"
Apparently, he didn't have to call twice. The large armored form of Dragon appeared immediately above him. It blasted all 4 of its huge wings, before settling quickly by Links side.
Nabooru skidded to a halt as soon as she beheld the wonder. "By the Goddesses….." she whispered.
Esea buzzed angrily around her head. "It's like I told you! Geez, you kids never listen to me!"
Link climbed on Dragon's back quickly and pointed towards the base. Nabooru yelled and sprinted after him. She was a few steps away before Dragon flapped its wings in a gale, and took to the sky.
She halted again and looked at him with dismay. "He needs the Master Sword, or he'll get himself killed. She clutched her knees, gasping as her long ponytail fell down the side of her face. "What do I do?"
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Knata watched all this happen from the ship. He wasn't surprised. He pondered the Dragon carefully, fully assessing the possibility of a threat. He didn't even notice the Gerudo girl that standing sadly far below.
He decided that the threat was negligible. Taking up his Swallow from its perch, Knata waved his hand opening a fleshy wound that exited the creature.
The young demon was smiling as he fell through.
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Link was gaining more and more ground, and was only a few feet away from the mouth of the creature when something exploded from it's temple and blazed in the sky.
Stunned, he reared Dragon about and chased the blazing red light. The flames that had engulfed the figure withered away with a 'woosh', revealing the dark form of the young elf known as Knataghanim.
He smiled towards Link and the Dragon. "Hero. Ah, I spread Greetings to your little pet. You've done vey well to get here." The young demon pursed his lips and regarded Link carefully. "My compliments on how you dispatched my men so easily. Their blood looked good on you."
Link ignored the rebuke, and was instead surprised, to say the least. "He can fly too?" He wondered if Knataghanim was more than just the powerful leader of a Ganon-worshipping cult. He remembered how Malon, Talon and Ingo had described him as looking like some sort of Demon-pig, but Link never saw it. "He's just a punk to me," He raged in his mind, "and I'm going to kill him."
Knata floated quietly, minutes running by him as he just stared the other down. Then, in a flash, he was on him. The Ghanim covered several meters in seconds as he rushed towards Link, bringing the Swallow down…
Link was ready. The veins in his neck tensed and bulged and his eyes widened as he invoked the spell of Din's Fire. A flood of white-hot air cumulated briefly, before careening towards the Ghanim at full speed.
Knata had only a second to curse before he was rocked by the power of the spell.
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Nabooru watched the explosion in the sky, and the subsequent shockwave that followed, as it caused her hair to billow for a good ten seconds. She brushed the dust away from her eyes and looked up. The debris cloud was still falling, but she could see no sign of the young demon.
She smiled widely. Esea let out a little squeal and clapped her hands fretfully. "That little S.O.B, he did it!" She bobbed up and down. "I knew he could do it. Finally! Maybe we can all go-"
Nabooru put her hand up to silence the fairy. Link was rushing away quickly on Dragon, and for good reason.
Knataghanim wasn't dead yet.
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He was alive, but injured. It took all of his strength not to get disintegrated by the force of that spell. Needless to say, he was hurting badly. His dark clothes were tattered, boils and blisters were painfully bursting on his skin. He needed to get back to the base; he needed to recuperate.
But he needed to do something else even more. He needed to hurt the elf, badly. Link had rushed away as soon as he realized that Knata still stood. The Ghanim roared and gave chase.
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Link needed to rest, even if it was just for a moment. He sped Dragon away, quickly around the base and brushing against the ground, anyway he could to get Knata tired or unbalanced. Link needed time to recuperate for another spell.
Dragon was extremely agile, and it pulled off high-speed maneuvers that Link thought were totally insane. Still, he wasn't able to shake off the Ghanim so easily.
Link turned to see the blood-red eyes of the demon. He was enraged.
Dragon spun around 360 degrees in the air and smashed Knata down with one of its armor-plated wings. The Ghanim hit the ground on his hands and his feet, and leapt back into the air again.
Link turned around, ready to have Dragon attack again. He needed only a few more moments. Knata sped at him with a murderous glare, intending to crash into the metal beast.
Dragon flipped around again, and Knata flew harmlessly past. Link urged him into the higher into the air until he was a good 40 feet off the ground. He turned to look for the Ghanim . He had vanished again.
Frantic, Link searched left and right and above. He glanced down and saw the demon coming at him at such a furious speed, there was no time for Dragon to move.
Link reached behind him and grasped the handle of the Master Sword. Immediately he felt the fury and craving of evil blood the sword wanted flood over him. He pulled to release it…
…and the sword did not budge. When Link realized what he had done, that's when Knataghanim attacked, charging shoulder first into the chest of the dragon.
A huge shockwave of air and sound blasted from the center of the impact, and Dragon was thrown away. The metal creature twisted and flapped in vain before it slammed into the ground.
Link didn't go with him. He and Dragon had been resting perfectly still in the air when the attack came, and when it did, it only affected Dragon. Link was left 30 feet in the air, and he plummeted.
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Knataghanim held his right shoulder. It was shattered down to the core, but he laughed anyway. There would be no more fighting.
He had wanted Link alive. He had wanted to know how the Hero would affect the Masters return into the world of Elves. Now he didn't care. Now, all Knata wanted was to see Link dead. His laughter intensified. He wouldn't even have to lift another finger to do it.
The ground would do the work for him.
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Nabooru watched as Link plummeted to the earth.
Her mind was racing. It seemed so unbelievable to her, that this could be happening. She had prepared herself for anything, but now that it's happened, she felt…..afraid.
She looked to her left. Dragon lay there, steam pouring out of flaps in its armored skin. She wondered if it was dead. She wished it wasn't. She wished she could use it.
It was a nightmare. Nabooru cringed inwardly. There were no more options.
Link was going to die.
She would anger many of her people by doing this, especially Mother, but she had no choice. She couldn't let him die. She couldn't, not at any cost.
Nabooru clasped her hands together, and released the Gerudo's Keepsake.
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A brilliant light flooded Link's vision, so bright and intense, he thought he had hit the ground sooner that anticipated.
He felt so stupid. Link had honestly thought he could've continued without unleashing the Master Sword. He thought his magic was enough. It almost was.
"But almost doesn't cut it." he thought to himself. "Now that freak is going to hurt the girls and the guys at the farm….everyone, because I felt sorry for myself. I should have been willing to become the Beast himself to protect them." He sighed. "I'm an idiot. I'm sorry."
When the light finally diminished, Link realized his falling had slowed. He blinked rapidly and looked around him. What he saw shocked him to the core.
Nabooru was holding him, and she had grown….something, from her back. They looked like wings, but they shimmered wrongly….some of the feathers seemed, strange.
The vision cleared for him, and he saw what was holding them up. They weren't wings. They were Gerudo. Twenty, thirty of the ephemeral female warriors, gathering around Nabooru's back, by the nape of her neck, slowing down their decent.
"Wh….What, what is this?" Link breathed. Were they angels of some sort? Why had they come now? What was happening? Link looked at them closely, realizing they all bared some resemblance to the girl that was holding him in the sky. "Descendants?" he wondered aloud.
As soon as he said the word, he realized what this was. It made sense to him now, his rapport with the Links of the past, his own heritage, what was happening here today. He peered into Nabooru's eyes. She knew now that he understood.
She smiled softly and she held on to the boy for dear life. "The things I do for you."
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Knata watched in wonder. The girl seemed to explode with light, and then she was in the air, faster than even he could travel. She looked like she was holding onto the air with huge diaphanous wings, but they seemed…..wrong somehow.
When his vision cleared, he saw them. Gerudo wenches. Long dead, but still alive enough to hold the girl in the air as she descended with the Hero to the earth.
Knata growled and prepared to rush them both, when his mind clicked. Gerudo, the ghosts, spirits drawn into this world. He understood completely. It was so sudden, he let out a genuine laugh before he knew it. The answer was his. There was no need for the Hero, it was now just a matter of time.
The Ghanim let out a victorious howl and prepared to head back to base, when he glanced again at the two descending to the ground.
That girl, he realized, hurt him before. Hurt him badly. He grasped his chest, where the pain of the arrow piercing his heart still throbbed. Knata licked his lips and started forward.
He wanted Link. He wanted the Gerudo bitch. Knata would have them both.
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They were only 20 feet from the ground when a shiver overtook Link's spine. He fought to look away from Nabooru's smile, and when he turned and saw death coming at him at full force.
The Ghanim whipped around his Swallow with expertise, and brought it down. Link tugged again at the Master Sword at his back before he realized again that it was useless.
He also realized that he wasn't the target of Knata's rage.
The blade of the swallow bit hard into Nabooru's shoulder. Her eyes widened and she let out a small gasp, and the blade continued, crunching to bone and muscle, curving inside and entering her heart.
The scene seemed to slow to a crawl. A crimson spray erupted from Nabooru's chest and neck, filling the air around them with a red mist. The wings, the spirits of Gerudo warriors that had been holding her dissipated, abandoned them for the world of the Dead. Link and Nabooru fell.
The air in Link's chest blasted out of him as he hit the ground with a crunch. Pain exploded from his back and legs. He could feel ribs broken and shredding his insides. He couldn't feel his left arm. He could hear Knataghanim laughing in the air above him. Link felt it all, and he didn't care.
Nabooru was the only thing on his mind. He knew she was beside her, but he couldn't seem to move. Tears of pain and rage formed in his eyes, streaking down his dirty, bloody face. He screamed in fury.
A small heat was floating over his chest, and he felt pain draining from him. "Esea!"
he said silently. "No! Forget me, save her! Save Nabooru!"
Link thought he was speaking in his mind, but Esea answered him. "I can't, Link. She's beyond help. I'm so sorry." Pain continued to leave him, siphoning away from him in little bits and pieces. It couldn't be too late!
Finally he was able to move again, and he sat up in a fervor, searching. Nabooru was a few feet away from him. She lay silently, and there was so much blood pooled around her, it couldn't have been possible she was even holding that much.
Link crawled to her and pressed a hand against her ghastly wound. He knew it was useless to stop the flow of blood, but he had to be able to save her. "I'm the Hero damn it. I have to save her! Please!"
Nabooru's face was relaxed, her eyes open and fixed. Link closed them gently and drew her to his chest. He cradled her and sobbed, racking, terrible sobs. "No! Nabooru please. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
He looked into the sky and wailed. "DIN! FAEORE! NAYRU HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE!" The effort stretched his bruised lungs against his shattered ribs, causing pain to screech through him. He didn't care. He shouted the plea again, with more force, more humility. "PLEASE HELP ME! NAYRU PLEASE, GODDESS HELP ME! HELP ME!!!!"
The spell fell upon him like a heavy waterfall. The immense feeling of healing took him. Link felt his bones knit and fall back into place. He felt rupture blood vessels and cut skin and flesh close. His vision cleared completely, and the pain lifted from him like the lifting of a fog. He looked down.
Nabooru lay still.
"No…" Link whispered. Nayru's Love, he realized, would heal no one else but him. He cradled Nabooru's head and sobbed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." he repeated, over and over again, gasping and crying, falling into complete despair.
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A tray of tools and gadgets fell to the ground, as Zelda held both of her greased up hands to her head. She fell to her knees, gasping heavily.
Evit and Malon, who had been working on the hull of the vessel, stopped their work and ran to her side.
"Easy now there lass." Evit said playfully. "Geesh, if I thought carryin' trays was too much work, I would have had you do somethin' simpler. Sing perhaps?"
Zelda wasn't laughing. The princess of Hyrule put a hand to her own heart, trying to feel if she were still alive. Malon looked at her worriedly.
The farm girl brushed a strand of red hair from her pleasant face, and put an arm around Zelda. "Are you allright Zelda? Maybe you need to lie down?"
Zelda shook her head. "I'm…OK….I think." Malon frowned. Zelda obviously didn't believe it. "Evit, we need to get across Giants Valley. Something……something terrible…."
Malon's eyes widened, and the blood drained from her face. Had something happened to Link?
Evit saw the look in her face, and became all business. "I'm working overtime here, but I'll work harder, if ye'll help." He wiped a sweaty, greased stained brow and pushed his glasses further up his nose. "We'll be off before evening, I promise you."
Zelda nodded, and Malon helped her back up. She didn't know what happened, but she had been hit with an intense feeling of sadness. So profound it shook her to her foundations.
Whatever happened, she thought for Link and Nabooru. She hoped deeply that they were OK.
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When the gigantic base above them moved away, slowly making its towards Hyrule, only Esea noticed. And then…only just.
While Link continued to hold Nabooru in his arms the sun crawled over the horizon, acknowledging the new day.
NEXT CHAPTER:
It ends! The enemy has hold of the Secret of the Gerudo, and they plan to use it to release a horror that the kingdom has known on and off for millennia! As the Ghanim cult prepares to stage a full assault on Castle Hyrule, the group must overcome their intense grief and anger to pull together and annihilate the threat once and for all. Will any more warriors fall? What of betrayal? Will Evit help in destroying someone he thinks is still good inside? Will Link even be able to function. It all comes to a head with Evil's Bane 3.7. Hope to see you there, and I think it'll be a good one. (o'.')o