A/N: *stares in absolute disbelief* 8... 8... I'm on chapter 8...
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Link didn't notice he had regained consiousness at first; it was so dark. Was he blind? Which way was up? Was he even in contact with the ground? He couldn't answer any of these mental questions. It was just too dark, so dark he was disoriented, and dizzy, too. He tried to touch a throbbing spot on the back of his head, but his hand stopped after moving only a few inches. He pulled, and suddenly realized that his hands were manacled. He had no idea where he was, or where Kyrie was, or the enemy. A spell could get me out of this... He thought. Farore's Wind. He couldn't move his hands, but that didn't matter. He had learned to use the spells without the physical gestures in case he happened to be in a situation like this. He hadn't figured on the manacles being made out of magic-restraining iron. He leaned back against the rock wall, and the silent pressure of the earth felt as if it were closing around him.
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With a soft thump, Kyrie fell on the packed dirt floor. She dragged herself to her feet, painfully, and dusted herself off. Amazingly, she had suffered only a few bruises instead of breaking any bones. She surveyed the cylindrical room, but couldn't make out anything further in front of her face than her hand, which she held out as she shuffled forward. She stopped and looked up at the tiny pinprick of light that was the hole she had fallen through. Slowly, it was covered by something and disappeared, taking with it the little bit of light there had been. She shuffled back again, and felt the wall. Her hand made contact with something metal, then a few gropings up, something wood. Long, and rough. She slid her hand up, not caring about the tiny splinters that embedded themselves in her hand. She reached the tip, and heat flared up.
"Ah!" she gasped as she yanked her hand away. Fire bloomed on the torch she had felt, and a split-second later, she heard a screech and gasping sound of something behind her. Swiveling on one foot, she turned to face the Deku Baba. It's putrid breath washed over her, making her feel faint. She scrambled to grab the sword that lay on the ground, only to find another one of the evil plants. It's head/bud/whatever smacked into her and knocked her sprawling into a third Baba. She yelled and managed to roll away before it could hit her, than crawled to the center of the room. She scrunched her eyes shut as all three lunged at once, but she was just out of range. She looked back toward the second Baba, where the sword was. How was she supposed to get that? Baba B drew back, clapping its violet maw threateningly. Just like in the game, she thought. As it shot forward again, she jumped for the sword. Her splintered and raw hands grasped the sword and she swung blindly. She was rewarded with an unearthly screech as the stalk snapped under the blow. She waited for the Baba A and C to lunge, then made quick work of them, even though the long weapon felt strange in her hands. She smiled slightly. She'd already used it to chop plants, the only difference between the ones before and these was that the others didn't try to kill her.
When she was done, she started as she heard a sound and saw light out of the corner of her eye. She turned again, holing her sword in a Kendo-style stance, but it was just a treasure chest. Kyrie lowered the sword and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. She winced at the pressure on her wound, then walked toward the chest. A key was revealed to be inside.
"Oh, great. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" She had already seen that there were no doors, and she was starting to get really pissed. She sat down and looked around while she caught her breath. Her eyes fell upon the spot where between where the first and third Babas had been. The dirt... didn't look like dirt. She carefully made her way over. "A trapdoor..." She snickered. Of course. The game was designed so it was impossible to be truly stuck anywhere. She slipped the key into the keyhole she found and descended the ladder into more darkness, just as the torch on the first level went out.
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At the bottom of the ladder and across from it, the girl found a door. Thankfully, it wasn't locked. She twisted the doorknob and cautiously stepped out into a big, octangular room, though she couldn't tell. Right beside her was a brazier. Kyrie hoped it wouldn't go out. On the other side of the door was a wall torch, like the one that had been in the first room. It wasn't lit, and didn't light when she gingerly touched it. She looked ahead into the darkness, then at the unlit torch and brazier. Then she looked down and felt dizzy. She was standing on what looked like a chain link fence, but black iron, and unswaying. She took a step, carefully, and found that it didn't give. She sighed in relief and lay down on her stomach, peering through the diamond spaces. It was impossible to see anything except the slight glow of wall torches farther down. They were on the same side as where she had come out. Besides that, nothing but black void, below, above, and before her. She looked forward again, straining to see throught the darkness. A few feet ahead of her she could swear...
"Yes, there is..." She mumbled. A post stood up ahead, the arrow pointing straight ahead of her. "Um. I think I got the point." She went back and lifted the wall torch from it's metal foundation built into the rock. She lit it using the brazier, and walked hurriedly forward, using the post and the next consecutive ones to travel in a straight path.
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The dark voice spoke into her own realm of darkness.
"Stalfos." Her slender, pale hand snapped its fingers. "Be ready for her." She didn't really believe the pile of bones could defeat Kyrie, but she wanted to judge the rival's exact strength. Then she would know exactly how much force to use when she -or Ursa, even- eliminated her.
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Kyrie knew how to defeat a stalfos. They were one of the easiest baddies in the game. Just block and swipe. Unfortunately, she could only swipe, as she didn't have a sword. It took her almost 10 minutes to send the skeleton to its grave, and she was weary as she climbed down the second ladder and then went throught the door to the main room again.
The light was just slightly better, as the torches all up and down the side opposite the Baba room were lit. She looked for a wall torch and found it, then made her way not across the room this time, but to the right instead. She found another unlocked door and entered.
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"Lizalfos."
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The Lizalfos wasn't too tough. In fact, it was almost easy, for a monster. It was a simple manner of dodgning, then cutting. Surprising to her, after she had butchered the thing, she didn't feel sick. Must be all the times I've done it in the game, she thought.
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"Wolfos."
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The amount of ease with which she defeated the wolfos startled her. They were definitely the easiest of the '-os,' but it still should have been difficult in real life. She knew this pattern. Easy, easy, easy, then BAM; they hit you when you least expected it. She wondered about this as she left the mini room and traveled across the main one with a torch. The room was much lighter, relatively speaking. She was now able to see about four feet in front of her face, instead of one. She wondered just how deep she would be going, and how long it would take. She almost fell down as the familiar sinking feeling she got when her worrying started up. It started low in her gut, then wrapped itself around her, all the way up her throat and choking her. She rarely worried, so it made it even worse when it happened. When she realized that Link could already be dead. She ran.
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A/N: That was so-so, ne? I'll do some work on it when I redo the story. Is the suspense building??? Pleez tell me it is, it'll make me feel better... about 4 chapters left and HELL-o!- I have time to work on 9! Usually I can only do one a day, but I think I'll go ahead and start on:
Next eppie: Found
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Link didn't notice he had regained consiousness at first; it was so dark. Was he blind? Which way was up? Was he even in contact with the ground? He couldn't answer any of these mental questions. It was just too dark, so dark he was disoriented, and dizzy, too. He tried to touch a throbbing spot on the back of his head, but his hand stopped after moving only a few inches. He pulled, and suddenly realized that his hands were manacled. He had no idea where he was, or where Kyrie was, or the enemy. A spell could get me out of this... He thought. Farore's Wind. He couldn't move his hands, but that didn't matter. He had learned to use the spells without the physical gestures in case he happened to be in a situation like this. He hadn't figured on the manacles being made out of magic-restraining iron. He leaned back against the rock wall, and the silent pressure of the earth felt as if it were closing around him.
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With a soft thump, Kyrie fell on the packed dirt floor. She dragged herself to her feet, painfully, and dusted herself off. Amazingly, she had suffered only a few bruises instead of breaking any bones. She surveyed the cylindrical room, but couldn't make out anything further in front of her face than her hand, which she held out as she shuffled forward. She stopped and looked up at the tiny pinprick of light that was the hole she had fallen through. Slowly, it was covered by something and disappeared, taking with it the little bit of light there had been. She shuffled back again, and felt the wall. Her hand made contact with something metal, then a few gropings up, something wood. Long, and rough. She slid her hand up, not caring about the tiny splinters that embedded themselves in her hand. She reached the tip, and heat flared up.
"Ah!" she gasped as she yanked her hand away. Fire bloomed on the torch she had felt, and a split-second later, she heard a screech and gasping sound of something behind her. Swiveling on one foot, she turned to face the Deku Baba. It's putrid breath washed over her, making her feel faint. She scrambled to grab the sword that lay on the ground, only to find another one of the evil plants. It's head/bud/whatever smacked into her and knocked her sprawling into a third Baba. She yelled and managed to roll away before it could hit her, than crawled to the center of the room. She scrunched her eyes shut as all three lunged at once, but she was just out of range. She looked back toward the second Baba, where the sword was. How was she supposed to get that? Baba B drew back, clapping its violet maw threateningly. Just like in the game, she thought. As it shot forward again, she jumped for the sword. Her splintered and raw hands grasped the sword and she swung blindly. She was rewarded with an unearthly screech as the stalk snapped under the blow. She waited for the Baba A and C to lunge, then made quick work of them, even though the long weapon felt strange in her hands. She smiled slightly. She'd already used it to chop plants, the only difference between the ones before and these was that the others didn't try to kill her.
When she was done, she started as she heard a sound and saw light out of the corner of her eye. She turned again, holing her sword in a Kendo-style stance, but it was just a treasure chest. Kyrie lowered the sword and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. She winced at the pressure on her wound, then walked toward the chest. A key was revealed to be inside.
"Oh, great. What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" She had already seen that there were no doors, and she was starting to get really pissed. She sat down and looked around while she caught her breath. Her eyes fell upon the spot where between where the first and third Babas had been. The dirt... didn't look like dirt. She carefully made her way over. "A trapdoor..." She snickered. Of course. The game was designed so it was impossible to be truly stuck anywhere. She slipped the key into the keyhole she found and descended the ladder into more darkness, just as the torch on the first level went out.
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At the bottom of the ladder and across from it, the girl found a door. Thankfully, it wasn't locked. She twisted the doorknob and cautiously stepped out into a big, octangular room, though she couldn't tell. Right beside her was a brazier. Kyrie hoped it wouldn't go out. On the other side of the door was a wall torch, like the one that had been in the first room. It wasn't lit, and didn't light when she gingerly touched it. She looked ahead into the darkness, then at the unlit torch and brazier. Then she looked down and felt dizzy. She was standing on what looked like a chain link fence, but black iron, and unswaying. She took a step, carefully, and found that it didn't give. She sighed in relief and lay down on her stomach, peering through the diamond spaces. It was impossible to see anything except the slight glow of wall torches farther down. They were on the same side as where she had come out. Besides that, nothing but black void, below, above, and before her. She looked forward again, straining to see throught the darkness. A few feet ahead of her she could swear...
"Yes, there is..." She mumbled. A post stood up ahead, the arrow pointing straight ahead of her. "Um. I think I got the point." She went back and lifted the wall torch from it's metal foundation built into the rock. She lit it using the brazier, and walked hurriedly forward, using the post and the next consecutive ones to travel in a straight path.
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The dark voice spoke into her own realm of darkness.
"Stalfos." Her slender, pale hand snapped its fingers. "Be ready for her." She didn't really believe the pile of bones could defeat Kyrie, but she wanted to judge the rival's exact strength. Then she would know exactly how much force to use when she -or Ursa, even- eliminated her.
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Kyrie knew how to defeat a stalfos. They were one of the easiest baddies in the game. Just block and swipe. Unfortunately, she could only swipe, as she didn't have a sword. It took her almost 10 minutes to send the skeleton to its grave, and she was weary as she climbed down the second ladder and then went throught the door to the main room again.
The light was just slightly better, as the torches all up and down the side opposite the Baba room were lit. She looked for a wall torch and found it, then made her way not across the room this time, but to the right instead. She found another unlocked door and entered.
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"Lizalfos."
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The Lizalfos wasn't too tough. In fact, it was almost easy, for a monster. It was a simple manner of dodgning, then cutting. Surprising to her, after she had butchered the thing, she didn't feel sick. Must be all the times I've done it in the game, she thought.
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"Wolfos."
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The amount of ease with which she defeated the wolfos startled her. They were definitely the easiest of the '-os,' but it still should have been difficult in real life. She knew this pattern. Easy, easy, easy, then BAM; they hit you when you least expected it. She wondered about this as she left the mini room and traveled across the main one with a torch. The room was much lighter, relatively speaking. She was now able to see about four feet in front of her face, instead of one. She wondered just how deep she would be going, and how long it would take. She almost fell down as the familiar sinking feeling she got when her worrying started up. It started low in her gut, then wrapped itself around her, all the way up her throat and choking her. She rarely worried, so it made it even worse when it happened. When she realized that Link could already be dead. She ran.
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A/N: That was so-so, ne? I'll do some work on it when I redo the story. Is the suspense building??? Pleez tell me it is, it'll make me feel better... about 4 chapters left and HELL-o!- I have time to work on 9! Usually I can only do one a day, but I think I'll go ahead and start on:
Next eppie: Found
