Spiritual Curse, Chapter 1

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The Spirit Temple was bathed in blood.  Nabooru followed the trails through the twists and turns of the temple, up the winding staircases.  She came to a stop before the great statue of the Goddess of the Sands, the face still missing from when the young hero had come through several months before, ridding the temple of Koume and Kotake, the Twinrova.  The chamber was deathly silent save for the strange dripping noise that caught the Gerudo's attention.  Crimson drops fell from the opening in the face of the statue, landing in a growing puddle at her feet.  Nabooru swallowed hard, stepping onto the platform as it began to rise.  She was not necessarily scared of what she would find up there…she just couldn't stomach the site of blood.  She never could really, she just held herself well before others.  But here in the depths of her temple, she was entirely alone.

            She reached the top quickly, the trail of blood flowing from under the door leading to the highest chamber in the temple, the Chamber of the Goddess.  A loud cackling shattered the silence, followed by a second of higher pitch.  She drew her scimitar, kicking the door in.  The Twinrova circled high above the stone platform in the center of the room, laughing hysterically.  Nabooru was unseen as she sped to the side of the platform, shielding herself from there vision.  They had imprisoned her for seven long years, brainwashing her to do their bidding.  She would have her revenge and keep them out of this world.  She sheathed her sword quickly, climbing up the side of the platform's wall.  The blood trickled down beside her, but she did not notice.  A fire burned within her, calling her to take revenge.  She reached the top, drawing her scimitar once again.  It did not stay in her hand for long, though, as her eyes fell upon the source of the blood.  The blade clattered to the stone as her hands went to her mouth.

            "You're too late, little girl," Koume said, circling high above her.  Kotake followed, circling opposite above her.

            "He cannot save you this time," Kotake said.  "Hyrule is ours!"  They each charged a ball of magic in their hands, one of fire, one of ice, hurling them at her.  Nabooru flipped out of the way, through the trail of crimson.  She landed next to the slain body of Link in disbelief.  He had defeated them once before…what happened this time?  Nabooru looked up as the witch sisters closed in on her.

            "The blood of the hero slain to bring us back," Koume chanted.

            "From the one he least expected the attack." Kotake finished. 

Her eyes fell upon a figure cloaked in shadow, flourishing two swords.  Her eyes quickly shot back up to the Twinrova as they charged their magic again, this time hitting Nabooru.  Their laughter filled the chamber as she screamed and writhed in pain.  She sat up in bed, screaming.  Her sheets clung to her body as she threw them aside, the laughter of the Twinrova echoing in her ears.  Her door slammed open, two Gerudo guards rushing in, brandishing their spears.

"Nabooru," one asked.  "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine…" she breathed, not really sure if she was.  "It was… just a dream.  A terrible… terrible dream." The guards looked at her wearily, but bowed out nonetheless.  Nabooru looked out her window, over the shifting sands of the Haunted Wasteland to the Spirit Temple.  It stood black against the dark sapphire sky, two tiny pinpoints of light shining from the center of the black. 

She took a deep breath, lying back down upon her bed.  It was just a dream.