Author's notes: The lyrics belong to Three Doors Down, not me.
More alternating POV... Yeah. Three this time! That's a record! ^^;
Once again, I want to thank those that still cared enough to review:
Thank you, Waddle Dee, Light's Shadow: Mirei! ::tackles you:: It's been a while since I've really heard from you. And you're still reading! ^__^ ::happy:: 'Tis good to see you alive on the site again. ^^
Thank you, Boethas: ::blushes:: It's just so strange that someone besides myself enjoys my writing so much... ^^; You liked Black Balloon, as well? That's probably my favorite piece of work that I've done. It may not be the best quality writing, but it has personal value to me (long story). Yes, I realize that I have quite a few stories started... Although I can't say how many of them I'll end up finishing. -_-; Loser is one of the fics that I really want to finish, and feel that I probably will, but I keep telling myself that my primary concerns right now should be this (STFF) and Hero's Blade. Well, we'll see what happens.
Thank you, LUPA WITH A PEN: Hell no, am I tired of hearing that! I love getting good reviews like this, and with the major drop of reviews per chapter that I've been getting, I appreciate them even more. POV can be inconvenient at times, but I think it makes the story more interesting, no? Thanks again! ^_^
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Chapter 19
Roy's POV
"It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done?"
I couldn't see much in the closed-off cell. That didn't really matter, though, as I could hardly keep my eyes open. It was so cold... The wicked chill went past simply my skin. It was a feeling that I may never have escaped again. All that I could do to protect myself from freezing was to hold my body as tightly together as I could, but I was too exhausted to do very well. It didn't take long for my tears as they came to lose their warmth. It didn't help me at all to keep warm, but I couldn't stop it.
"I miss the life
I miss the colors of the world
Can anyone tell where I am?"
My body seemed to be holding onto the little bit of life I had left, but I didn't know why. My soul was all but dead; there was no reason to struggle with death. All that I had to look forward to was more pain at his hands. I would rather die than to live the life that I was left with, but for some reason my body wouldn't allow me to.
"Cause now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down
Away from the sun again."
My fighting spirit had entirely diminished, as far as I could feel. The only thing I could find myself thinking about as each damned hour passed in that cell was Marth. I realized that he didn't love me as I thought he did, but that couldn't kill how I cared for him. I didn't want to feel for him, as it was completely pointless; just another thing to add onto the futile life that I was left with.
But still...
"And now again I found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines to light the way for me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me."
I wanted to be near him. I wanted him to hold me, and then I could feel safe. Because it wasn't any source of heat or layer of clothes that could warm my trembling soul; it was Marth. It was true that I didn't want to feel for him... But he was the only thing left that I did.
But it was obvious that he didn't feel for me... And why should he, considering what was left of me? I was just a scared little boy, cowering in a pit of anguish, holding onto nothing by my stubborn body. More tears slid from my eyes and sank into my skin, only causing more freezing pain in a matter of seconds.
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Mewtwo's POV
I could feel it; he wasn't going to last long. I was transmitting as much energy to the boy as I could without Ganondorf noticing, but even with that, his body was going to give out soon. If his companion didn't arrive soon, I was afraid that I might have to...
But I shook those thoughts off. That would only be a last resort.
As the dawn began to rise, I took in the crisp air outside the fortress, since I was much more accommodated to that than the damp and depressing atmosphere indoors. I gently lifted myself off of my feet and rose up into the woods, out of sight of the fort. I would only be gone for a moment; Master Hand wouldn't notice.
I knew where he was, as I had detected his location earlier in the night. He couldn't be far from there, and since I was high in the air, I could see more ground at once. After drifting through the tallest of the trees for a moment, I came across his figure. Two others accompanied him, and one of them held a familiar aura... I found a secure place in the branches from which I could watch them and not be seen.
Along with the blue haired man, there were two blonde elves. Each of them was equipped with a blade. I could feel the separate power of each one emitting through the sheaths. They weren't any ordinary swords. I detected the aura that I had felt when I first spotted them was coming from the only girl in the party. I couldn't understand, for a moment, why I felt such radiation from the girl, until I realized that it wasn't actually her that it was coming from: it was the blade.
Lying in what looked like a freshly carved wooden sheath, the sword emitted the same energy that I felt from the boy. I knew that he had a blade, but lost it in the assault that Ganondorf had sent after him. Was that what this girl was carrying? Whether he did own it or not, the energy it gave off was strong; the weapon possessed much power--power that had likely not been discovered yet.
The three of them were nearing the fortress well enough. Their campsite wasn't far off from where the boy was being held, but that didn't necessarily mean that it would be a quick journey. Master Hand was likely to send as many obstacles as he could manage to keep them away. If worse came to worst, I suspected that he would call upon the secret weapon that he had mumbled about through his mouth-less form.
I only prayed that they would be able to overcome them and stop the pointless acts of carnage that were being brought to the beautiful land.
I turned to fly off vigilantly back into the fortress before anyone could notice that I was gone, but just as I did so, I felt a disturbance in the energy between the boy and the sword. It didn't take my brain long to run though several possibilities for this disruption, and I darted back as fast as I could manage, expecting the worst.
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Link's POV
Light was starting to stretch across the top of the forest. Marth, Zelda and I had been walking in diffident silence for a few hours, since we had left just past twilight. I doubted that any of us completely understood what drove us to go out to the fortress, or what we were actually going to do when we got there, but we couldn't stop.
Zelda had been right the whole time... Roy didn't do anything to Luigi. I'd fought with Stalfos several times before; why didn't I see it? Under Ganondorf's influence, the idea of them attacking both Luigi and Roy while setting it up to look as though it was Roy's doing was not beyond consideration.
I knew that Marth was personally affected by this discovery, and I couldn't blame him. There had always been some sort of amorous connection between him and Roy, although I doubt they could feel it at first. I could see it in them: the way their eyes met, and the aura of a room when they were together... It was almost like something out of a fairy tale. If Ganondorf had never interfered, it would probably still feel that way.
But then again... If Ganondorf had never interfered, they would never have met in the first place.
I looked up from the unseen path that we were taking, and into Marth's face. He held the same expression that he did hours before. It was a storm of emotions, but most of all, determination and concern. He never quite told us what he saw of Roy in his comatose spell; he seemed too upset to speak of it. Whatever happened in there, it was what was pressing him on, and keeping him strong. It was true that he was a decisive person to begin with, but with the hopelessness that our mission held, it was surprising that he had such courage to confront Ganondorf.
Something was happening to Roy; something that Marth couldn't bear. I didn't know exactly what it was, but if my best friend were so upset about it, I wouldn't stand for it.
More alternating POV... Yeah. Three this time! That's a record! ^^;
Once again, I want to thank those that still cared enough to review:
Thank you, Waddle Dee, Light's Shadow: Mirei! ::tackles you:: It's been a while since I've really heard from you. And you're still reading! ^__^ ::happy:: 'Tis good to see you alive on the site again. ^^
Thank you, Boethas: ::blushes:: It's just so strange that someone besides myself enjoys my writing so much... ^^; You liked Black Balloon, as well? That's probably my favorite piece of work that I've done. It may not be the best quality writing, but it has personal value to me (long story). Yes, I realize that I have quite a few stories started... Although I can't say how many of them I'll end up finishing. -_-; Loser is one of the fics that I really want to finish, and feel that I probably will, but I keep telling myself that my primary concerns right now should be this (STFF) and Hero's Blade. Well, we'll see what happens.
Thank you, LUPA WITH A PEN: Hell no, am I tired of hearing that! I love getting good reviews like this, and with the major drop of reviews per chapter that I've been getting, I appreciate them even more. POV can be inconvenient at times, but I think it makes the story more interesting, no? Thanks again! ^_^
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Chapter 19
Roy's POV
"It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done?"
I couldn't see much in the closed-off cell. That didn't really matter, though, as I could hardly keep my eyes open. It was so cold... The wicked chill went past simply my skin. It was a feeling that I may never have escaped again. All that I could do to protect myself from freezing was to hold my body as tightly together as I could, but I was too exhausted to do very well. It didn't take long for my tears as they came to lose their warmth. It didn't help me at all to keep warm, but I couldn't stop it.
"I miss the life
I miss the colors of the world
Can anyone tell where I am?"
My body seemed to be holding onto the little bit of life I had left, but I didn't know why. My soul was all but dead; there was no reason to struggle with death. All that I had to look forward to was more pain at his hands. I would rather die than to live the life that I was left with, but for some reason my body wouldn't allow me to.
"Cause now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down
Away from the sun again."
My fighting spirit had entirely diminished, as far as I could feel. The only thing I could find myself thinking about as each damned hour passed in that cell was Marth. I realized that he didn't love me as I thought he did, but that couldn't kill how I cared for him. I didn't want to feel for him, as it was completely pointless; just another thing to add onto the futile life that I was left with.
But still...
"And now again I found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines to light the way for me
To find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me."
I wanted to be near him. I wanted him to hold me, and then I could feel safe. Because it wasn't any source of heat or layer of clothes that could warm my trembling soul; it was Marth. It was true that I didn't want to feel for him... But he was the only thing left that I did.
But it was obvious that he didn't feel for me... And why should he, considering what was left of me? I was just a scared little boy, cowering in a pit of anguish, holding onto nothing by my stubborn body. More tears slid from my eyes and sank into my skin, only causing more freezing pain in a matter of seconds.
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Mewtwo's POV
I could feel it; he wasn't going to last long. I was transmitting as much energy to the boy as I could without Ganondorf noticing, but even with that, his body was going to give out soon. If his companion didn't arrive soon, I was afraid that I might have to...
But I shook those thoughts off. That would only be a last resort.
As the dawn began to rise, I took in the crisp air outside the fortress, since I was much more accommodated to that than the damp and depressing atmosphere indoors. I gently lifted myself off of my feet and rose up into the woods, out of sight of the fort. I would only be gone for a moment; Master Hand wouldn't notice.
I knew where he was, as I had detected his location earlier in the night. He couldn't be far from there, and since I was high in the air, I could see more ground at once. After drifting through the tallest of the trees for a moment, I came across his figure. Two others accompanied him, and one of them held a familiar aura... I found a secure place in the branches from which I could watch them and not be seen.
Along with the blue haired man, there were two blonde elves. Each of them was equipped with a blade. I could feel the separate power of each one emitting through the sheaths. They weren't any ordinary swords. I detected the aura that I had felt when I first spotted them was coming from the only girl in the party. I couldn't understand, for a moment, why I felt such radiation from the girl, until I realized that it wasn't actually her that it was coming from: it was the blade.
Lying in what looked like a freshly carved wooden sheath, the sword emitted the same energy that I felt from the boy. I knew that he had a blade, but lost it in the assault that Ganondorf had sent after him. Was that what this girl was carrying? Whether he did own it or not, the energy it gave off was strong; the weapon possessed much power--power that had likely not been discovered yet.
The three of them were nearing the fortress well enough. Their campsite wasn't far off from where the boy was being held, but that didn't necessarily mean that it would be a quick journey. Master Hand was likely to send as many obstacles as he could manage to keep them away. If worse came to worst, I suspected that he would call upon the secret weapon that he had mumbled about through his mouth-less form.
I only prayed that they would be able to overcome them and stop the pointless acts of carnage that were being brought to the beautiful land.
I turned to fly off vigilantly back into the fortress before anyone could notice that I was gone, but just as I did so, I felt a disturbance in the energy between the boy and the sword. It didn't take my brain long to run though several possibilities for this disruption, and I darted back as fast as I could manage, expecting the worst.
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Link's POV
Light was starting to stretch across the top of the forest. Marth, Zelda and I had been walking in diffident silence for a few hours, since we had left just past twilight. I doubted that any of us completely understood what drove us to go out to the fortress, or what we were actually going to do when we got there, but we couldn't stop.
Zelda had been right the whole time... Roy didn't do anything to Luigi. I'd fought with Stalfos several times before; why didn't I see it? Under Ganondorf's influence, the idea of them attacking both Luigi and Roy while setting it up to look as though it was Roy's doing was not beyond consideration.
I knew that Marth was personally affected by this discovery, and I couldn't blame him. There had always been some sort of amorous connection between him and Roy, although I doubt they could feel it at first. I could see it in them: the way their eyes met, and the aura of a room when they were together... It was almost like something out of a fairy tale. If Ganondorf had never interfered, it would probably still feel that way.
But then again... If Ganondorf had never interfered, they would never have met in the first place.
I looked up from the unseen path that we were taking, and into Marth's face. He held the same expression that he did hours before. It was a storm of emotions, but most of all, determination and concern. He never quite told us what he saw of Roy in his comatose spell; he seemed too upset to speak of it. Whatever happened in there, it was what was pressing him on, and keeping him strong. It was true that he was a decisive person to begin with, but with the hopelessness that our mission held, it was surprising that he had such courage to confront Ganondorf.
Something was happening to Roy; something that Marth couldn't bear. I didn't know exactly what it was, but if my best friend were so upset about it, I wouldn't stand for it.