Author's notes: Another fairly short chapter, but it wasn't too much of a wait, right? I must warn, though; it gets a bit intense in this chapter. If you have a problem with it, don't be bitching to me; I warned you.
Chapter seventeen
Marth's POV
"Where am I?" were the words that immediately came out of my mouth when I looked around the grand but somewhat eerie room that I found myself in. As I walked through the room, trying to decipher what it was, it seemed as if I wasn't even standing on the floor; it was as if I was floating just above it. I wasn't sure where I was or why I was there, but it didn't seem to be hospitable.
Then I heard a faint voice. It was a cry of sorts--quick and painful, but not very loud. I continued to hear that voice; I could hear it breathing quickly and heavily, while a few distressed grunts were thrown in. A sheet of thin fog danced across the floor, as the voice got louder, and it was soon accompanied by another. It was a low voice, and the sound it emitted seemed to be a mix of a growl and a grunt. It was continuous, although it became stronger and weaker in an almost rhythmic pattern. As I listened to the two voices, trying to make sense of them, I began to notice that one of them seemed quite familiar. "It... Couldn't be... Right?" I mumbled to no one in particular.
The fog began to rise hastily, until I could see nothing. I lifted my arms over my face, as a precaution that there may have been some sort of explosion proceeding it. But there was none; it simply faded away after a few seconds. But as I lowered my arms back down, something seemed different. Looking straight ahead, my breath shuddered and my eyes widened in horror.
Along the wall across from myself, there was more than there had been before. I saw the bearer of the low voice to be Ganondorf, facing against the wall... And to my own fears, pressed against the wall and under Ganondorf's weight was the one who bore the first voice... It was him. For a few seconds, I simply watched in shock, as the wicked man forced himself onto his victim, beating his body weight against Roy's small frame. I moved my eyes to Roy's face; his eyes were shut tight, and he looked terrified, although he didn't seem to express it in anything other than his facial expression. I then examined Ganondorf's own face; he was looking down at his prey, with an almost demonic smirk across his panting lips. It was as if he was feeding off of Roy's fear; like breaking him down into a cowering wreck empowered him, giving him sick satisfaction. A growl escaped my throat and I clenched my shaking fists. "That is it."
Breathing heavily, I reached to unsheathe my sword and immediately charged at the man. "Get off of him, you twisted bastard!" I screamed as I swung my blade, which should have gotten him clean in his left shoulder. But he seemed unaffected, and when I looked back at him, there was no wound. It was as if I wasn't there to him. "I said, leave him alone!" I shouted again, shaking violently as I attempted to attack him again. Once again, he ignored me. "No... You can't do that! Roy!" My voice was quavering and I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes. "Don't let him do that to you; you have to fight him!"
But even to him, my pleas seemed to be silent. All I could do was watch, while within a few more seconds, Ganondorf began pushing into Roy harder, and his large hand clenched around Roy's throat, lifting him from the ground and cutting off his scream from the added pain. While the feeling of terror and helplessness overcame me, my body began shaking too much for me to balance myself, and I fell onto my knees, crying at the sight of Roy being attacked in such a way.
"They cannot see you, hear your or feel you," a seemingly disembodied voice echoed in my head. "In actuality, you are in two different places; they are in Ganondorf's quarters while the only place this takes place for you is your mind," I lifted my head, looking around to find the source of the voice. But still I saw nothing more. "This is what became of the boy you know, and this is what he is left to live with, for as long as that life lasts. In many ways, I am at fault in this equation. But I hope to change that as well as I can. However, I cannot do it alone."
Although my mind told me not to, I glanced back at the two of them. With Ganondorf's hand around Roy's throat, all that came from him were whimpers as the man's free hand snaked down his exposed body. More tears came from my own eyes because of this- that I could do nothing about it--and I considered the words that were being spoken to me. "What do you want from me?"
"If I tried to free the boy, I don't know what Ganondorf would do to him. You must help me. I know that you know where the building is."
"But... What about what happened with Luigi..." I mumbled, not being able to raise my voice much, and almost wondering why that mattered to me anymore.
"The words he spoke were true," the voice began to fade, "I cannot keep in contact with you much longer. The answer to your questions is Stalfos."
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My eyes shot open, and I saw lush green. I pushed my upper body onto my hands, looking around myself to see if they were still there. What I saw was Link and Falco on either side of me. Link put his hand on my shoulder. "You're awake!"
I glanced around, realizing that I was at the camp site. I was asleep? But that didn't seem... "What happened?"
"That's what we'd like to know," Falco replied. "You just went comatose out of nowhere, and you were shaking like hell; we thought you were ill."
I remembered what that voice had said to me... The last thing before I awoke. What did he mean by the answer to my questions...? I slowly pulled myself onto my feet; I still felt as weak as I did in the 'dream.' "What are you doing?" Link questioned, although he still helped me up.
I groaned as I finally made balance, and I looked around the camp site. "I need to talk to Zelda."
Chapter seventeen
Marth's POV
"Where am I?" were the words that immediately came out of my mouth when I looked around the grand but somewhat eerie room that I found myself in. As I walked through the room, trying to decipher what it was, it seemed as if I wasn't even standing on the floor; it was as if I was floating just above it. I wasn't sure where I was or why I was there, but it didn't seem to be hospitable.
Then I heard a faint voice. It was a cry of sorts--quick and painful, but not very loud. I continued to hear that voice; I could hear it breathing quickly and heavily, while a few distressed grunts were thrown in. A sheet of thin fog danced across the floor, as the voice got louder, and it was soon accompanied by another. It was a low voice, and the sound it emitted seemed to be a mix of a growl and a grunt. It was continuous, although it became stronger and weaker in an almost rhythmic pattern. As I listened to the two voices, trying to make sense of them, I began to notice that one of them seemed quite familiar. "It... Couldn't be... Right?" I mumbled to no one in particular.
The fog began to rise hastily, until I could see nothing. I lifted my arms over my face, as a precaution that there may have been some sort of explosion proceeding it. But there was none; it simply faded away after a few seconds. But as I lowered my arms back down, something seemed different. Looking straight ahead, my breath shuddered and my eyes widened in horror.
Along the wall across from myself, there was more than there had been before. I saw the bearer of the low voice to be Ganondorf, facing against the wall... And to my own fears, pressed against the wall and under Ganondorf's weight was the one who bore the first voice... It was him. For a few seconds, I simply watched in shock, as the wicked man forced himself onto his victim, beating his body weight against Roy's small frame. I moved my eyes to Roy's face; his eyes were shut tight, and he looked terrified, although he didn't seem to express it in anything other than his facial expression. I then examined Ganondorf's own face; he was looking down at his prey, with an almost demonic smirk across his panting lips. It was as if he was feeding off of Roy's fear; like breaking him down into a cowering wreck empowered him, giving him sick satisfaction. A growl escaped my throat and I clenched my shaking fists. "That is it."
Breathing heavily, I reached to unsheathe my sword and immediately charged at the man. "Get off of him, you twisted bastard!" I screamed as I swung my blade, which should have gotten him clean in his left shoulder. But he seemed unaffected, and when I looked back at him, there was no wound. It was as if I wasn't there to him. "I said, leave him alone!" I shouted again, shaking violently as I attempted to attack him again. Once again, he ignored me. "No... You can't do that! Roy!" My voice was quavering and I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes. "Don't let him do that to you; you have to fight him!"
But even to him, my pleas seemed to be silent. All I could do was watch, while within a few more seconds, Ganondorf began pushing into Roy harder, and his large hand clenched around Roy's throat, lifting him from the ground and cutting off his scream from the added pain. While the feeling of terror and helplessness overcame me, my body began shaking too much for me to balance myself, and I fell onto my knees, crying at the sight of Roy being attacked in such a way.
"They cannot see you, hear your or feel you," a seemingly disembodied voice echoed in my head. "In actuality, you are in two different places; they are in Ganondorf's quarters while the only place this takes place for you is your mind," I lifted my head, looking around to find the source of the voice. But still I saw nothing more. "This is what became of the boy you know, and this is what he is left to live with, for as long as that life lasts. In many ways, I am at fault in this equation. But I hope to change that as well as I can. However, I cannot do it alone."
Although my mind told me not to, I glanced back at the two of them. With Ganondorf's hand around Roy's throat, all that came from him were whimpers as the man's free hand snaked down his exposed body. More tears came from my own eyes because of this- that I could do nothing about it--and I considered the words that were being spoken to me. "What do you want from me?"
"If I tried to free the boy, I don't know what Ganondorf would do to him. You must help me. I know that you know where the building is."
"But... What about what happened with Luigi..." I mumbled, not being able to raise my voice much, and almost wondering why that mattered to me anymore.
"The words he spoke were true," the voice began to fade, "I cannot keep in contact with you much longer. The answer to your questions is Stalfos."
__ __ __
My eyes shot open, and I saw lush green. I pushed my upper body onto my hands, looking around myself to see if they were still there. What I saw was Link and Falco on either side of me. Link put his hand on my shoulder. "You're awake!"
I glanced around, realizing that I was at the camp site. I was asleep? But that didn't seem... "What happened?"
"That's what we'd like to know," Falco replied. "You just went comatose out of nowhere, and you were shaking like hell; we thought you were ill."
I remembered what that voice had said to me... The last thing before I awoke. What did he mean by the answer to my questions...? I slowly pulled myself onto my feet; I still felt as weak as I did in the 'dream.' "What are you doing?" Link questioned, although he still helped me up.
I groaned as I finally made balance, and I looked around the camp site. "I need to talk to Zelda."