A/N: omigod- ****9****!!!!!!!!!! WOWIEEE!!!! I am on a ROLL! WOOOOO-HOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
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"Keese, penta."
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The five keese went down like flies, only one getting a chance to drag several claws across Kyrie's shoulder. It quickly was cut down.
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"Keese, tri, Ice Keese, tri, Fire Keese, tri." The owner of the voice smiled wryly.
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Kyrie knew that it would -not- be good to let one of the elemental bat-things touch her, so she made sure to dodge before cutting, instead of risking the thing smacking into her head on. She won, flawlessly, and continued.
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"Gibdo, Redead..." The speaker was confident that the rival would defeat these, though with slightly more difficulty than she had the others. She was pleased that Ursa and perhaps she herself would get a chance at her.
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Kyrie paused before she opened the door. She knew it was the last; all the torches on all the other sides were lit up. She looked up, up, through the grate. The she looked down, through the last two layers of black rimmed diamonds. She shivered. It had gotten cold and so damp the further down she went. She jumped slightly as she heard a groan coming from behind the door. She knew that groan. She had to do all in her power to keep from trembling. How was she going to kill the reDeads? She had no Sun's Song. No ocarina. But Link... if she didn't get to him soon... Or it could already be too late. She raised a shaking hand and stared at it. Then she slapped herself, right across the face. She shook the sweat from her face and wiped her hands off on her clothes. Then she entered.
As soon as she came in, she touched the torch that she knew would be there. In the dim light she could see what was there. A reDead, and a Gibdo. The iron bars had slammed down behind her as soon as she had entered, so she knew there was no way back. And if she took only one step closer, there was no doubt that one of the zombies would attack. She resisted the urge to scream. The zombies were emanating some sort of horrible, terrifying feeling. An aura of dread. Carefully, slowly, silently, she slid along the wall. Sweat poured down her face, dripping off her nose and seeping into her lips. She licked them, and blinked the stinging of the perspiration out of her eyes. She felt sure that the monsters could hear her heartbeat. But no, that was stupid. They couldn't even hear the iron bars seal the door. All the same, she swallowed and made her breath silent by pulling the air in with her diaphragm, rather than her lungs. She almost died of fright when the reDead moaned again. Shaking uncontrollably, she finished inching around the wall behind the reDead, then went over her plan. Hit it with the sword, get on the side opposite the Gibdo while the reDead is dazed, then hit it until it's dead... Do the same with the Gibdo. She stifled a nervous laugh as she thought, Kyrie, girl, you are so totally DEAD.
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She jumped it. She hit it once, and heard it shriek. As quick as she could she pivoted to the other side and it shrieked again. Kyrie slowed, than froze. She'd been paralyzed. She couldn't talk aloud, but she screamed in her head. Did she ever scream. She strained, and sweated, and broke away just as the reDead leaped. She hit at it, once, twice, and again, and it fell with an unearthly wail. She went after the Gibdo, panicking. She only cut it once, then it leapt and wrapped itself around her.
It was the most horrible sensation she had ever experienced, and one that in later years she would dream about, screaming as she woke, imagining the cold, dead hands enveloping her and sucking her life away. She choked and hacked, screamed and shrieked as she felt her energy-her very life- flowing away from her into the evil beast. She wriggled her body, trying desperately to throw it off. Her eyes started to flicker shut and she felt herself growing weaker with every attempted breath. Dying would be so much easier... She started to relax.
No... she couldn't. She couldn't die! Link was counting on her, Zelda and Hyrule were counting on him, she could not die!
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, and the mummy flew off of her, smacked away by some unseen force. Kyrie heaved the Master Sword up, using reserves of energy she didn't even know she had to cut once and twice, screaming.
"F**K-" she howled, and, with the last cut, "OFF!!!!" The mummy crumpled, and so did Kyrie. She scrambled away, crying like a baby, making small whimpering noises that she thought she would never use. She thought she was braver than that.
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It took her a while to get hold of herself. Time was impossible to tell in the dark depths. When she did, she hurriedly wiped her eyes and staggered over to the chest that had appeared. She removed the key and stumbled to the trapdoor. She opened it and started to climb down the ladder, but halfaw down, her feeble hands could not hold on anymore. She fell, and was too weak to get up. If there was anything else she had to fight, there was absolutely no way she could win.
She had no idea how she did it, but somehow Kyrie managed to crawl through the octangular room and into the eighth small room. As she opened the door, she couldn't even brace herself for whatever might be inside. She only prayed, and opened the door.
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Link's head snapped up as he heard the door open. The iron bars had lifted earlier, but he still hadn't been able to leave, seeing as how he was manacled to the wall. He squinted against even the small amount of light, and for a moment nothing happened. Then the door swung completely open, and Link couldn't see, because he was dazzled by the light. When his eyes cleared, he saw Kyrie leaning against the doorway, eyes red-rimmed, shoulder a little bloody, clothes crumpled, hair mussed, and bandage slipping down over her eyes. He stared as she spoke.
"Hiya Linkster-man." She stumbled as she tried to walk over, and dragged herself along the side of the wall to sit next to him. He was startled at her grayish tinged face and slurred speech. Her hand spasmed, still holding the sword. Her muscles had locked around it, and she couldn't let go if she tried.
"Kyrie!" Link said. "What happened?" She dry-retched, turning to the side as she gagged, then looked at him.
"Hell," she said. "Y'okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I got knocked out, but you... what happened?" He knew he had already asked that question, but Kyrie looked half-dead.
"Oh, nothing," she slurred. "Just Babas, Keese, Wolfos, Stalfos, Lizalfos, and a couple o' zombies." Her head bobbed forward. She struggled to her feet. "As long as I can still hold the sword, I guess I should get rid of those chains." Seeing the worried look on Link's face, she added, "Hey, I just sliced up a Gibdo. My aim's fine." Link turned his head away, and pulled the chain taut. Kyrie managed to lift the sword once more, then fainted as she swung it. Luckily, Link had the sense to scramble away before the sword fell on him. He caught Kyrie, than eased her down. He pulled the chain out of the manacles and took them off, then massaged his wrists.
"Kyrie? Kyrie!" She wasn't breathing very well. She had only made it far enough to release him, and now she would sleep for days. Unless... He reached into his pouch and pulled out the bottle of red potion he had saved. Miraculously, it was still whole. He propped her head up gently on his knee, then touched her throat. Impa had showed him a pressure point that closed the wind pipe and opened the esophagus so potion could be administered to an unconsious person. She swallowed reflexively.
"Uh..." Her eyes fluttered open. She slowly got up. "Ouch. Butt hurts." Link sighed and stood up, sheathing the sword that Kyrie had dropped after he ahd given her the medicine.
"Good, you're alright." Kyrie struggled to her feet and shook her head. "Better, now? I'm glad I saved that red potion."
"Yea, I guess. Thanks." She looked around. "I guess we should get out of here, then."
"Of course." Together, they walked through the doorway. Link started to walk, then stopped suddenly, looking up and to the right. "Kyrie, LOOK OUT!" He pushed her down as an arrow whizzed by. Link gasped and grabbed his arm, where redness was seeping through the white of his sleeve.
"Link!" Kyrie unwound her own tattered bandages and tied them around Link's wound. "Are you alright?" He got up.
"I'm fine, it just grazed me." A dark figure landed gracefully, near where Link had looked. She had jumped down from the ledge she had been perched on as she waited for them. She -Ursa- readied another arrow and aimed it at Kyrie. "Kyrie, get back." She almost protested, but thought better of it. Link drew his sword and readied his shield.
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A/N: FIGHT TIME!!!!!!!! Wow, did u know that this fic is 13,000+ words? Shme….That's amaaaaaaaaazing 4 me!!!!
Next episode: Farin's Arrows
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"Keese, penta."
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The five keese went down like flies, only one getting a chance to drag several claws across Kyrie's shoulder. It quickly was cut down.
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"Keese, tri, Ice Keese, tri, Fire Keese, tri." The owner of the voice smiled wryly.
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Kyrie knew that it would -not- be good to let one of the elemental bat-things touch her, so she made sure to dodge before cutting, instead of risking the thing smacking into her head on. She won, flawlessly, and continued.
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"Gibdo, Redead..." The speaker was confident that the rival would defeat these, though with slightly more difficulty than she had the others. She was pleased that Ursa and perhaps she herself would get a chance at her.
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Kyrie paused before she opened the door. She knew it was the last; all the torches on all the other sides were lit up. She looked up, up, through the grate. The she looked down, through the last two layers of black rimmed diamonds. She shivered. It had gotten cold and so damp the further down she went. She jumped slightly as she heard a groan coming from behind the door. She knew that groan. She had to do all in her power to keep from trembling. How was she going to kill the reDeads? She had no Sun's Song. No ocarina. But Link... if she didn't get to him soon... Or it could already be too late. She raised a shaking hand and stared at it. Then she slapped herself, right across the face. She shook the sweat from her face and wiped her hands off on her clothes. Then she entered.
As soon as she came in, she touched the torch that she knew would be there. In the dim light she could see what was there. A reDead, and a Gibdo. The iron bars had slammed down behind her as soon as she had entered, so she knew there was no way back. And if she took only one step closer, there was no doubt that one of the zombies would attack. She resisted the urge to scream. The zombies were emanating some sort of horrible, terrifying feeling. An aura of dread. Carefully, slowly, silently, she slid along the wall. Sweat poured down her face, dripping off her nose and seeping into her lips. She licked them, and blinked the stinging of the perspiration out of her eyes. She felt sure that the monsters could hear her heartbeat. But no, that was stupid. They couldn't even hear the iron bars seal the door. All the same, she swallowed and made her breath silent by pulling the air in with her diaphragm, rather than her lungs. She almost died of fright when the reDead moaned again. Shaking uncontrollably, she finished inching around the wall behind the reDead, then went over her plan. Hit it with the sword, get on the side opposite the Gibdo while the reDead is dazed, then hit it until it's dead... Do the same with the Gibdo. She stifled a nervous laugh as she thought, Kyrie, girl, you are so totally DEAD.
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She jumped it. She hit it once, and heard it shriek. As quick as she could she pivoted to the other side and it shrieked again. Kyrie slowed, than froze. She'd been paralyzed. She couldn't talk aloud, but she screamed in her head. Did she ever scream. She strained, and sweated, and broke away just as the reDead leaped. She hit at it, once, twice, and again, and it fell with an unearthly wail. She went after the Gibdo, panicking. She only cut it once, then it leapt and wrapped itself around her.
It was the most horrible sensation she had ever experienced, and one that in later years she would dream about, screaming as she woke, imagining the cold, dead hands enveloping her and sucking her life away. She choked and hacked, screamed and shrieked as she felt her energy-her very life- flowing away from her into the evil beast. She wriggled her body, trying desperately to throw it off. Her eyes started to flicker shut and she felt herself growing weaker with every attempted breath. Dying would be so much easier... She started to relax.
No... she couldn't. She couldn't die! Link was counting on her, Zelda and Hyrule were counting on him, she could not die!
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, and the mummy flew off of her, smacked away by some unseen force. Kyrie heaved the Master Sword up, using reserves of energy she didn't even know she had to cut once and twice, screaming.
"F**K-" she howled, and, with the last cut, "OFF!!!!" The mummy crumpled, and so did Kyrie. She scrambled away, crying like a baby, making small whimpering noises that she thought she would never use. She thought she was braver than that.
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It took her a while to get hold of herself. Time was impossible to tell in the dark depths. When she did, she hurriedly wiped her eyes and staggered over to the chest that had appeared. She removed the key and stumbled to the trapdoor. She opened it and started to climb down the ladder, but halfaw down, her feeble hands could not hold on anymore. She fell, and was too weak to get up. If there was anything else she had to fight, there was absolutely no way she could win.
She had no idea how she did it, but somehow Kyrie managed to crawl through the octangular room and into the eighth small room. As she opened the door, she couldn't even brace herself for whatever might be inside. She only prayed, and opened the door.
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Link's head snapped up as he heard the door open. The iron bars had lifted earlier, but he still hadn't been able to leave, seeing as how he was manacled to the wall. He squinted against even the small amount of light, and for a moment nothing happened. Then the door swung completely open, and Link couldn't see, because he was dazzled by the light. When his eyes cleared, he saw Kyrie leaning against the doorway, eyes red-rimmed, shoulder a little bloody, clothes crumpled, hair mussed, and bandage slipping down over her eyes. He stared as she spoke.
"Hiya Linkster-man." She stumbled as she tried to walk over, and dragged herself along the side of the wall to sit next to him. He was startled at her grayish tinged face and slurred speech. Her hand spasmed, still holding the sword. Her muscles had locked around it, and she couldn't let go if she tried.
"Kyrie!" Link said. "What happened?" She dry-retched, turning to the side as she gagged, then looked at him.
"Hell," she said. "Y'okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I got knocked out, but you... what happened?" He knew he had already asked that question, but Kyrie looked half-dead.
"Oh, nothing," she slurred. "Just Babas, Keese, Wolfos, Stalfos, Lizalfos, and a couple o' zombies." Her head bobbed forward. She struggled to her feet. "As long as I can still hold the sword, I guess I should get rid of those chains." Seeing the worried look on Link's face, she added, "Hey, I just sliced up a Gibdo. My aim's fine." Link turned his head away, and pulled the chain taut. Kyrie managed to lift the sword once more, then fainted as she swung it. Luckily, Link had the sense to scramble away before the sword fell on him. He caught Kyrie, than eased her down. He pulled the chain out of the manacles and took them off, then massaged his wrists.
"Kyrie? Kyrie!" She wasn't breathing very well. She had only made it far enough to release him, and now she would sleep for days. Unless... He reached into his pouch and pulled out the bottle of red potion he had saved. Miraculously, it was still whole. He propped her head up gently on his knee, then touched her throat. Impa had showed him a pressure point that closed the wind pipe and opened the esophagus so potion could be administered to an unconsious person. She swallowed reflexively.
"Uh..." Her eyes fluttered open. She slowly got up. "Ouch. Butt hurts." Link sighed and stood up, sheathing the sword that Kyrie had dropped after he ahd given her the medicine.
"Good, you're alright." Kyrie struggled to her feet and shook her head. "Better, now? I'm glad I saved that red potion."
"Yea, I guess. Thanks." She looked around. "I guess we should get out of here, then."
"Of course." Together, they walked through the doorway. Link started to walk, then stopped suddenly, looking up and to the right. "Kyrie, LOOK OUT!" He pushed her down as an arrow whizzed by. Link gasped and grabbed his arm, where redness was seeping through the white of his sleeve.
"Link!" Kyrie unwound her own tattered bandages and tied them around Link's wound. "Are you alright?" He got up.
"I'm fine, it just grazed me." A dark figure landed gracefully, near where Link had looked. She had jumped down from the ledge she had been perched on as she waited for them. She -Ursa- readied another arrow and aimed it at Kyrie. "Kyrie, get back." She almost protested, but thought better of it. Link drew his sword and readied his shield.
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A/N: FIGHT TIME!!!!!!!! Wow, did u know that this fic is 13,000+ words? Shme….That's amaaaaaaaaazing 4 me!!!!
Next episode: Farin's Arrows
