Dum de dum! I'm back! But, oh well. I've finally got around to doing the next chapter! Go me! But anyway, on with the story!
I don't own LOZ or any of its affiliates or anything along those lines of that nature. Moving on…
Legend of Zelda: Quest for the ArcBlade
Chapter Three – Searching High And Low
Link looked back over his shoulder – back to the gates of Hyrule Castle Town, to see that Krel had gone inside. He fingered the Mirror Relic that hung loosely around his neck as he crossed the stone bridge. Maybe he was in over is head…
"Nonsense!" He thought to himself, clutching the Relic. "I am the Hero Of Time! Everything will work out in the end." Suddenly, he stopped cold, and quickly looked over his shoulder and looked under the ledge above the river. He looked at it funny for a moment. A sense from the pit of his stomach told him that whatever that was – was watching him.
"Hmmmmm…" He turned to the ledge. "I coulda sworn…. There was… come sort of shadow over there…" He came to his senses and resumed his climbing of the Kakariko Village steps.
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As Link walked through the gates of Kakariko Village, he saw makeshift campsites set up along the sides of the main entrance way. He saw some people he remembered seeing from that traveling group earlier that day. He walked past the only tree in the village and looked around. Where to start? Kakariko was only so big, and he had to find a gateway to some parallel universe. Perhaps he should look in places that reflected where he was going? He turned to his right a bit, and looked at the House of Skulltulla. Well, it really wasn't the House of Skulltulla anymore – since he broke the curse the family had, it really went back to being a regular house. Still… it could hold some sort of link. He shook his head. It was a highly unlikely chance, and unless that portion of the village held some sort of importance in a time long since past. Maybe it was further up on Death Mountain? No… Zelda said it was IN Kakariko village. The windmill, perhaps? Link looked up at it.
"Waitasec. Where are all these random thoughts coming from? The windmill holds no relevance to the undead, except for the fact that it's part of an underground maze that begins in the…" Without another word, Link went off to the Graveyard.
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Upon entering the Graveyard, an odd chill came over him. Like he was being watched by some shadow. Again. He looked about him, and sure enough, there was nothing there. He frowned. What if there was something watching him? Heh, and Skullchids will grow wings out of their bony frames and fly. Although that would actually be a pretty cool sight – Winged Skullchids! He shook his head, now wasn't the time to get distracted by odd daydreams. Ignoring the feeling, he started to walk amongst the tombstones. He couldn't help noticing a soft glow coming from the Mirror Relic, and he stopped in his tracks to look at it. The little pendant's diamond-like surface at the front shone weakly in the dim light of the Graveyard. He clutched the Relic and resumed walking around the graves, occasionally glancing downward. He noted that the further away from the entrance of the graveyard – more specifically, around the Royal Family's Tombstone. The light was defiantly brighter around there, even though the atmosphere around him always became darker around that area. So very odd.
"Well," Link said simply to himself, "I guess this is the unanimous gateway to the Undead Realm. How ironic, I was kinda expecting it to be closet to the Shadow Temple." He took out the Ocarina of Time, and played the tune of the Royal Family's messengers – aptly named Zelda's Lullaby. He hoped to himself that Dampé the Gravekeeper wouldn't get too upset for him breaking open the Tombstone again. He rolled his eyes in remembrance of the lecture the old man gave to him about respect for the dead. How drole, he should take up something fun for once in his life – like chess, perhaps. With that final thought, Link jumped down the hole in the earth, trying to remember what exactly was so ironic about undead parallel universes and temples that reflected the life of darkness…
Sorry if this chapter is short, there wasn't a lot to write about. I promise that chapter 4 will compensate for the lack of reading material. Gimmie feedback, even though it might be hard to give – since there really isn't a lot here…