Chapter VII
Link explained to Blade, as quickly as he could, what he knew of what happened to Snipe.
The healing light thing had been energy of pure good. When something so powerful touched (at such close range) someone whose heart was not entirely pure, some good of what they had was taken. Link had read this in Hyrule.
The way to fix this was another blast of pure good. Link didn't really know how to get this, except to mortally wound himself while touching Snipe. And Link didn't know if the Triforce of Courage had enough energy yet to heal himself, and he knew it wouldn't work if he knew he was about to be healed anyway.
They would have to be content with Snipe as he was now, then, at least for the time.
But that could be harder than they thought…
Gorin stared at the symbol. He had never something like it before, in Zyriach. It did seem familiar, though.
His fencing opponent stared as well. "Go see Ninel. She knows about this kind of thing." Gorin nodded, sheathed Thalalok, and walked towards the house in which Ninel, the sorcerer and doctor, lived.
The sound from the brass knocker vibrated Gorin's flesh, as it always had. But his left hand seemed unaffected.
Ninel opened the door. She was a half-dragon, like so many other people in Zyriach, Gorin included. Her scales were a brilliant red, such a contrast to Gorin's own silver. Her wings were too small and shriveled for flying, however. Gorin's were large enough.
Ninel greeted him, and asked what his problem was. He held out his hand.
She gasped, but told him she had no idea what it was.
Rasoginim laughed. He had thought that the magic assisting the Triforce would be too much. How could it, when two of the parts of the Triforce itself weren't even in this universe!
The black sphere floated in front of him. This, the ultimate force of the dark, could easily overpower all that magic. And now that there were only two wielders of the Triforce, it would be even easier.
Black as midnight, the Darksphere floated.
The forty-seven left the Water Temple quickly enough. They swam to the edge of the lake, and walked out.
Once out of water, you could see that they were not truly liquid at all, but some kind of magical substance, flowing like a liquid but solid enough to stand.
The forty-seven Najibreza headed to the desert. They knew of the Odentians. That was why they were here.
The Darksphere (what an unoriginal name, Rasoginim thought) still floated. It, however, was becoming even darker. Soon the room was pitch-black. The Darksphere even absorbed light.
The dark was expended, though, and the room was light again. The Darksphere still floated.
A flash of evil spread over Acimera. It was only seconds before it reached Aidas. The city was black in a second.
In only an instant, though, a golden sphere shot out. It lit the building Link was in, but no more.
Slowly, the sphere collapsed in on itself. The dark was slowly overwhelming the light.
The sphere had been pushed in so far, it only contained an area about five feet past Link's hand. Link had curled up so it contained all of him. Blade and Phoenix were close enough, as well. Snipe and Lightning hadn't been in the same room.
The gold sphere collapsed. As it did, though, Link, Blade, and Phoenix vanished.
Gorin walked out of Ninel's house. She hadn't been able to help.
As Gorin walked down the street, not really paying attention to where he was going, he tripped.
Gorin fell forward, but broke his fall with his hands. He stood up immediately, and looked at what he had tripped over.
Three people lay sprawled on the ground, probably unconscious. As Gorin asked them if they were all right, he decided they were definitely so.
Gorin tried to wake them up. The one in green woke first.
"Where am I?" He asked in a far away sort of voice. His eyes widened, though, as he saw Gorin. "What the heck are you?"
Slightly offended, he replied, "A half-dragon. My name is Gorin Zachian."
The person stared still. "I'm Link. Where am I?"
Gorin stared for a second. How could he not know where he was? Well, maybe he had amnesia. "You're in Notilck."
"And where is Notilck?"
Definitely amnesia. "It's the third-largest city in Zyriach."
More staring. What was with this guy?
"Where's Zyriach?"
Amnesia, for sure. How could he not know the name of his own country?
"It borders Brokodia and Fasnor, and is across the Sea of Life from Gyrdia."
"Oh! I know where Gyrdia is."
Gorin rolled his eyes, but woke the amnesiac Link's companions.
The one dressed in gold jumped to his feet as he was woken, cursing and drawing his sword when he saw Gorin.
"A half-dragon! Link, don't trust it!"
The red one woke from the gold one's shout. "Blade, what's—a half-dragon!"
Red leaped to his feet and drew a quarterstaff hastily.
"What's wrong?" Link asked, confused.
"Gyrdians?" Gorin asked, knowing the answer.
"We're in Zyriach, aren't we." Blade observed dryly.
"What do you have against him? You've never met!" Link exclaimed.
"Not him, but others. All his kind are alike." Red said.
"Phoenix, how do you know?! I don't think all Gyrdians are little…" His voice trailed off, seeing the look in Blade's eyes. "Overexpensive people just because my first offer was for one warrior and one sorcerer, and it would have cost me eight million rupees."
Phoenix looked at Link. "You don't know what they've done."
"But how do you know he's done anything?"
Blade replied with, "He probably hasn't done anything. And we'll make sure he doesn't!"
Blade's sword flashed.
The Najibreza moved quickly over the sand. Their flowing forms had easily defeated the forty or so Odentians, though they had lost three of their number in the battle.
The Najibreza headed to the Spirit Temple to complete the requests of their fallen master, Ganondorf. They already had two of the six medallions. It would be only a short time before Ganondorf would live to see their perfection.
Rasoginim had conquered Acimera easily enough. Now that the bearers of the Triforce were gone from this dimension, he could conquer Hyrule easily enough. The Odentians had such puny magic.
It would only be a short time before he could have the Triforce, invoking the summoning magic from the Sacred Realm. And with the Darksphere, he could corrupt the power of the Triforce. With all that power, he could rule every universe there was a gate to. Everyone would bow to him…
Diurdom frowned. His scouts had brought word of the fluid warriors who had so easily defeated his forces in the valley. And four of the forty had been elite…
These warriors must be defeated. Half the Odentians in the country should do it, though with heavy losses. With more, the losses would be heavier—his scouts had reported that these warriors did better when fighting a group.
Well, his country would survive. If not, the remainder could flee—the gods were hungry. Being distantly related to the gods (a well-proven fact), he could tell when the gods demanded sacrifice.
These fluid warriors would die, along with their country.