I have a grand total of twenty-six reviews on this story! A new record!
Wohooo! Thank you all reviewers! Now that I have thanked you all properly
I'll get on with the story.
*sighs* *looks over at guitar standing in the corner* Maybe when I finish this chappie, I'll have some time to actually learn to play that thing.
Oh, I almost forgot! I don't own anything, so please don't sue me.
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" I really don't mind
What happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end"
- 3 Doors Down, Kryptonite.
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When the Hylian guards heard that they would be fighting alongside the Gerudo's, they literally went nuts. They went stark raving mad. Then, when the head that they wouldn't actually fight at all, but sit back and le the Gerudo's do the job, their screams of rage could be heard from Lake Hylia to Death Mountain. The Hylian nobles complained, whined and even outright threatened, but Sheik and Zelda couldn't be convinced otherwise, simply because they knew they were right.
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After a while, Sheik tired of hearing the whining nobles, and took refuge on one of the castle roofs. There he sat for a while, pitying Zelda who had to handle these annoying people every day. Suddenly, he realized that they had forgotten to ask Nabooru if she even wanted to help them. They had just assumed that she would. Swearing to himself, Sheik pulled out a wooden whistle form his shirt, and put it to his lips. It emitted a sharp cry, much like that of a hunting hawk. Then he waited. He didn't have to wait long, however. After only a few minutes, a large bird of prey came swooping down towards him. He stuck out his arm, and let it land on it.
It was a nighthawk from Death Mountain. It was black as midnight, and more intelligent than most people Sheik knew. The nighthawks had a long lifespan, and this one had followed Sheik for as long as he could remember. He stroked its feathers, and it turned its head to look at him. Quickly writing a short message on a scrap of parchment, Sheik sent it away again, flying towards Gerudo Valley this time. Satisfied, he sat down to wait again. It seemed to be the only thing he did nowadays. Before he knew what was happening, his thoughts turned towards a certain redhead he had met a few days ago.
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Malon too, was sitting on a roof, but it was the roof of Gerudo Fortress. It had been five days since Sheik left her here, but she had come to think of it as her home. She had quickly fallen into the role as a Gerudo, and found that she enjoyed it. Still, she missed the Ranch, and her father, but most of all, she missed Sheik. It was strange; she had only been around him for two days, but she missed him. He had in that short time become the closest thing to a real friend she ever had. Link didn't really count, as he had never talked to her, and she hadn't met any other people her age. Shaking her head, she turned her thoughts towards the present time.
Nabooru had insisted she learned how to fight now that she was living with the Gerudo, who were a warrior people. Nabooru also held the firm belief that she was really a Gerudo, despite Malon's attempts to convince her otherwise. So now, she was learning how to shoot with a bow, the kind called a cavalry bow. She had tried, and failed, to learn the sword. She was simply not made for it.
Now, she was sitting on the roof, ´guarding´ the Gerudo Fortress. Like they needed any protection. Hah! They could probably beat any army the world threw at them without as much as breaking sweat. She snorted to herself. Nabooru was paranoid. A movement caught her eye. It was a bird, heading directly for the fortress. Puzzled, she continued to look at it. It had something in its claws.
Malon was surprised when it landed right in front of her. She had no time to wonder why though, as it dropped what it was carrying, and took to the air again, this time landing on the large pole that served as a flag-pole for the Gerudo. She picked up the piece of parchment the bird had dropped, and read its contents.
"NABOORU!"
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And y'all are gonna kill me for that cliffhanger. *smiles*
- Metallicafangirl
*sighs* *looks over at guitar standing in the corner* Maybe when I finish this chappie, I'll have some time to actually learn to play that thing.
Oh, I almost forgot! I don't own anything, so please don't sue me.
.
" I really don't mind
What happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end"
- 3 Doors Down, Kryptonite.
.
When the Hylian guards heard that they would be fighting alongside the Gerudo's, they literally went nuts. They went stark raving mad. Then, when the head that they wouldn't actually fight at all, but sit back and le the Gerudo's do the job, their screams of rage could be heard from Lake Hylia to Death Mountain. The Hylian nobles complained, whined and even outright threatened, but Sheik and Zelda couldn't be convinced otherwise, simply because they knew they were right.
.
After a while, Sheik tired of hearing the whining nobles, and took refuge on one of the castle roofs. There he sat for a while, pitying Zelda who had to handle these annoying people every day. Suddenly, he realized that they had forgotten to ask Nabooru if she even wanted to help them. They had just assumed that she would. Swearing to himself, Sheik pulled out a wooden whistle form his shirt, and put it to his lips. It emitted a sharp cry, much like that of a hunting hawk. Then he waited. He didn't have to wait long, however. After only a few minutes, a large bird of prey came swooping down towards him. He stuck out his arm, and let it land on it.
It was a nighthawk from Death Mountain. It was black as midnight, and more intelligent than most people Sheik knew. The nighthawks had a long lifespan, and this one had followed Sheik for as long as he could remember. He stroked its feathers, and it turned its head to look at him. Quickly writing a short message on a scrap of parchment, Sheik sent it away again, flying towards Gerudo Valley this time. Satisfied, he sat down to wait again. It seemed to be the only thing he did nowadays. Before he knew what was happening, his thoughts turned towards a certain redhead he had met a few days ago.
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Malon too, was sitting on a roof, but it was the roof of Gerudo Fortress. It had been five days since Sheik left her here, but she had come to think of it as her home. She had quickly fallen into the role as a Gerudo, and found that she enjoyed it. Still, she missed the Ranch, and her father, but most of all, she missed Sheik. It was strange; she had only been around him for two days, but she missed him. He had in that short time become the closest thing to a real friend she ever had. Link didn't really count, as he had never talked to her, and she hadn't met any other people her age. Shaking her head, she turned her thoughts towards the present time.
Nabooru had insisted she learned how to fight now that she was living with the Gerudo, who were a warrior people. Nabooru also held the firm belief that she was really a Gerudo, despite Malon's attempts to convince her otherwise. So now, she was learning how to shoot with a bow, the kind called a cavalry bow. She had tried, and failed, to learn the sword. She was simply not made for it.
Now, she was sitting on the roof, ´guarding´ the Gerudo Fortress. Like they needed any protection. Hah! They could probably beat any army the world threw at them without as much as breaking sweat. She snorted to herself. Nabooru was paranoid. A movement caught her eye. It was a bird, heading directly for the fortress. Puzzled, she continued to look at it. It had something in its claws.
Malon was surprised when it landed right in front of her. She had no time to wonder why though, as it dropped what it was carrying, and took to the air again, this time landing on the large pole that served as a flag-pole for the Gerudo. She picked up the piece of parchment the bird had dropped, and read its contents.
"NABOORU!"
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And y'all are gonna kill me for that cliffhanger. *smiles*
- Metallicafangirl