Interlude:
Masque of the White Thief
The world hung from a thread, it's crystalline surface reflecting the sun and glittering diamond stars. Two pairs of eyes, ruby and sapphire, watched intently. Two white-gloved hands caressed the globe possessively and then found each other. The moon, made from moonstone and encrusted with opal began to wax. Slowly, torturously slow, the shadow on the moon began to dissolve away, and the silver light poured itself on two figures.
The fingers untwined and there was the harmonious wail of metal of two swords drawn from their sheaths and the clang as the blades met. Over and over again metal flashed. except it was not metal. metal did not glitter as these swords did. These blades. must have been forged of diamonds.
The swords flashed again, this time in opposite arcs forming a circle that seemed to burn itself into the eyes and memory of anyone who saw it. Silence reigned for a short eternity, and then the only sound were the dull thuds of two heads rolling to the ground and the sharp clatter of two diamond swords.
The string snapped, and everything went to Hell.
Link sat up, pale, sweating, and gasping. A dream. It had all been a dream.
He looked to his side for Sheik, needing the comforting warmth more than anything at the moment.
Where Sheik should have been, there was a note.
You have eleven days.
Love from,
"Shiroi."
The world hung from a thread, it's crystalline surface reflecting the sun and glittering diamond stars. Two pairs of eyes, ruby and sapphire, watched intently. Two white-gloved hands caressed the globe possessively and then found each other. The moon, made from moonstone and encrusted with opal began to wax. Slowly, torturously slow, the shadow on the moon began to dissolve away, and the silver light poured itself on two figures.
The fingers untwined and there was the harmonious wail of metal of two swords drawn from their sheaths and the clang as the blades met. Over and over again metal flashed. except it was not metal. metal did not glitter as these swords did. These blades. must have been forged of diamonds.
The swords flashed again, this time in opposite arcs forming a circle that seemed to burn itself into the eyes and memory of anyone who saw it. Silence reigned for a short eternity, and then the only sound were the dull thuds of two heads rolling to the ground and the sharp clatter of two diamond swords.
The string snapped, and everything went to Hell.
Link sat up, pale, sweating, and gasping. A dream. It had all been a dream.
He looked to his side for Sheik, needing the comforting warmth more than anything at the moment.
Where Sheik should have been, there was a note.
You have eleven days.
Love from,
"Shiroi."