I had a feeling that if I didn't update soon, I'd have people coming after
me with flamethrowers. My excuses are stated at the bottom so you can get
at the chapter faster.
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"You sure, sir, that this is where they had taken her?" Link asked the old man beside him. "Why would someone take your daughter to a place so morbid?"
The old man shook his head. "I don't know, but I will repay you handsomely if you could return Sarrha unharmed. Somehow, you feel like my only hope right now."
Link and the elder stood right on the edge of a valley, overlooking a dark forest and a castle, just as Link had described it, morbid. The valley looked like a rough climb, and Link was suddenly glad he wouldn't have to ride a horse down the slope, even if it meant a long trip there and back, on foot.
"I will forever be in your service, Lord Link, if you could do this for me. I feel enough anger in why they took Sarrha that I could go in there and rescue her myself, but, ah," The old man glanced down at his cane. "I could not have made the trip down there, due to my lame leg."
The swordsman turned to the father of Siarrha. "No, good sir, I am in your service. It is an oath I have taken under the eyes of King Aaroniel and Queen Zelda. You came to me in need and now I shall help you."
In actual fact, Link wasn't thinking that at all. "I should be expecting an ambush in the forest. And this better not be another set-up to get me a fiancé." Link thought. "No one can ever replace K- No. I will not think about her." He pushed memories of Kat far back into his mind. That was gone, what was important now was to rescue Sarrha.
"I will meet you at our last camp spot, and hopefully, you'll have Sarrha with you." The elderly man said.
Link nodded, and started making his way down the cliff.
Once the hero was out of sight, the old man quietly chuckled. Within a puff of black smoke, he turned himself back into his original form.
"For hero of Time," Tethroth mumbled to himself. "He sure is guillable." And with another puff of black smoke, Tethroth was gone, but a black bird flew from it, and swept down towards the castle.
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Link got to the doors of the castle just fine. There had been no ambush.
"There is something seriously wrong here." He muttered, "For not even an animal in the forest. Surely that will change, when I come back out." Stereotyping, Link knew, was a bad habit to get into, but better to be prepared for the worst then expecting the best.
Inside, it was a small hallway, with only a small light coming from the end of the passage. At the end, was a dining room, filled with a feast, and lit by a few candles. Looking around, Link noticed that there were no doors leading out of the room, except the one that he had entered by. That fact was not calming.
Did he dare touch the food? Of course not. By fact, whom ever had taken Sarrha was now expecting him, so the dinner was probably poisoned.
"Welcome, young sir, to my humble house." Came a voice. Link turned to see where it came from, and realised a man had just entered the room by a door that had not been there before, and didn't quite seem like it had been there afterwards.
Curses, thought Link. Magician's keep. This would be tricky.
"Go ahead and eat. It's not poisoned, if that's what you're thinking. And I shall explain to you, as you have enough wisdom that you'd be able to see through my lying anyways." The man calmly spoke.
Link ignored the pang in his stomach. "I'm not hungry." He remembered that he had some bread-cake in his traveller's pouch. Saving it to eat later would be his best option.
"Well then," The man clapped his hands and the food disappeared. "No need to have such food out then."
Clearing his throat, Link demanded, "Why have you taken Sarrha? Her father requests her safe return."
There was a small time of silence. Then the man started to laugh. "Rather amusing isn't it? For I do not know of any Sarrha. Someone wanted you to come here rather badly."
I thought there was something fishy about the old man, Link thought to himself.
"But, I do know a reason why you might have wanted to come. You see, I have heard about Naniska's mystical Tinorbe, which used to be in the hands of a certain Prince Aaroniel. I do believe he entrusted it to his best friend and servant!"
Link just glared. "How peculiar." He grumbled, his hand reaching for the hilt of his sword.
"But isn't it? Take your hand from your sword and let's have proper introductions before we decide whether to fight or not. It would be gentlemen-like, even though such a undomesticated warrior probably wouldn't know what that would mean." "And insulting me is going to help you how?" Link asked sarcastically, letting his arm drop to his side.
"Oh, never mind." The man sighed. "I am Lord Quinn. Master of this castle, Sorcerer of the dark woods, and keeper of black magic."
Pause. "I'm Link."
"No title?"
"Yes, it just takes too long to say." Link kept his steady glare on the some-what confused lord.
"Sit down, Link. We have much to discuss." Quinn ordered, and started to slowly pace around the table. Link sat down in the furthest chair from Quinn.
"I have a particular interest in the Tinorbe, as I told you before. It would, let's say, increase my magic powers by a immense difference. Now, I know you carry it with you, Link. So I am willing to make you a fair trade."
With that, Link dropped his head into his hand. He had never given it up, no matter the stakes or the battle. What made the magician think that this would be different? "I am not willing to accept. There is nothing high enough that you could give me."
"I disagree." Quinn alleged. "I have something that you would give the Tinorbe and your life for."
How stupid could this Quinn guy be? Link thought to himself. "I don't believe you for a moment, or maybe such an undomesticated man is just too easily fooled."
The Sorcerer chuckled. It was then that Link noticed that Quinn held something in his fist. "All I have to show you for right now," he mumbled quietly, "Is a lovely trinket. But you'll recognise it."
And Quinn released his hand, and a small necklace fell onto the table. Link stood up, reached for it, then carefully examined it. A small, black diamond pendant on a silver chain. No, it wasn't a diamond, it was a rupee, with a small triforce carved on it.
Link couldn't believe it, and heard Quinn laughing at the shock on his face. This was... this was...
The necklace he had given Kat, the last day he had been on Earth.
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Dizziness. For a second, she felt like she couldn't breath, her lungs rejecting the cold air. But finally she coughed the darkness out, and was able to regain consciousness.
Her fingers where moving. Good news, that meant she wasn't paralysed. They moved... and felt cold, solid stone.
This isn't right, Kat thought. This isn't my house.
But slowly, she fell unconscious again.
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Good. Updated. I'm proud.
My "reasons" (excuses) for not updating earlier.... Number one, Over Christmas break my family and I went to Florida. Number two, one of my friends, Ben, crashed the computer. Number three, I met a beautiful girl, Korean like me, and I've been spending time with her. Number four, my Aunt, Nikki's mom, was diagnosed with cancer, so I've been taking care of Nikki, I take her out for ice cream on Fridays and drive her to her friend's houses when her parents can't. Number five, it slipped my mind.
Anyways, hopefully it won't be as long for me to update again.
A²ron
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"You sure, sir, that this is where they had taken her?" Link asked the old man beside him. "Why would someone take your daughter to a place so morbid?"
The old man shook his head. "I don't know, but I will repay you handsomely if you could return Sarrha unharmed. Somehow, you feel like my only hope right now."
Link and the elder stood right on the edge of a valley, overlooking a dark forest and a castle, just as Link had described it, morbid. The valley looked like a rough climb, and Link was suddenly glad he wouldn't have to ride a horse down the slope, even if it meant a long trip there and back, on foot.
"I will forever be in your service, Lord Link, if you could do this for me. I feel enough anger in why they took Sarrha that I could go in there and rescue her myself, but, ah," The old man glanced down at his cane. "I could not have made the trip down there, due to my lame leg."
The swordsman turned to the father of Siarrha. "No, good sir, I am in your service. It is an oath I have taken under the eyes of King Aaroniel and Queen Zelda. You came to me in need and now I shall help you."
In actual fact, Link wasn't thinking that at all. "I should be expecting an ambush in the forest. And this better not be another set-up to get me a fiancé." Link thought. "No one can ever replace K- No. I will not think about her." He pushed memories of Kat far back into his mind. That was gone, what was important now was to rescue Sarrha.
"I will meet you at our last camp spot, and hopefully, you'll have Sarrha with you." The elderly man said.
Link nodded, and started making his way down the cliff.
Once the hero was out of sight, the old man quietly chuckled. Within a puff of black smoke, he turned himself back into his original form.
"For hero of Time," Tethroth mumbled to himself. "He sure is guillable." And with another puff of black smoke, Tethroth was gone, but a black bird flew from it, and swept down towards the castle.
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Link got to the doors of the castle just fine. There had been no ambush.
"There is something seriously wrong here." He muttered, "For not even an animal in the forest. Surely that will change, when I come back out." Stereotyping, Link knew, was a bad habit to get into, but better to be prepared for the worst then expecting the best.
Inside, it was a small hallway, with only a small light coming from the end of the passage. At the end, was a dining room, filled with a feast, and lit by a few candles. Looking around, Link noticed that there were no doors leading out of the room, except the one that he had entered by. That fact was not calming.
Did he dare touch the food? Of course not. By fact, whom ever had taken Sarrha was now expecting him, so the dinner was probably poisoned.
"Welcome, young sir, to my humble house." Came a voice. Link turned to see where it came from, and realised a man had just entered the room by a door that had not been there before, and didn't quite seem like it had been there afterwards.
Curses, thought Link. Magician's keep. This would be tricky.
"Go ahead and eat. It's not poisoned, if that's what you're thinking. And I shall explain to you, as you have enough wisdom that you'd be able to see through my lying anyways." The man calmly spoke.
Link ignored the pang in his stomach. "I'm not hungry." He remembered that he had some bread-cake in his traveller's pouch. Saving it to eat later would be his best option.
"Well then," The man clapped his hands and the food disappeared. "No need to have such food out then."
Clearing his throat, Link demanded, "Why have you taken Sarrha? Her father requests her safe return."
There was a small time of silence. Then the man started to laugh. "Rather amusing isn't it? For I do not know of any Sarrha. Someone wanted you to come here rather badly."
I thought there was something fishy about the old man, Link thought to himself.
"But, I do know a reason why you might have wanted to come. You see, I have heard about Naniska's mystical Tinorbe, which used to be in the hands of a certain Prince Aaroniel. I do believe he entrusted it to his best friend and servant!"
Link just glared. "How peculiar." He grumbled, his hand reaching for the hilt of his sword.
"But isn't it? Take your hand from your sword and let's have proper introductions before we decide whether to fight or not. It would be gentlemen-like, even though such a undomesticated warrior probably wouldn't know what that would mean." "And insulting me is going to help you how?" Link asked sarcastically, letting his arm drop to his side.
"Oh, never mind." The man sighed. "I am Lord Quinn. Master of this castle, Sorcerer of the dark woods, and keeper of black magic."
Pause. "I'm Link."
"No title?"
"Yes, it just takes too long to say." Link kept his steady glare on the some-what confused lord.
"Sit down, Link. We have much to discuss." Quinn ordered, and started to slowly pace around the table. Link sat down in the furthest chair from Quinn.
"I have a particular interest in the Tinorbe, as I told you before. It would, let's say, increase my magic powers by a immense difference. Now, I know you carry it with you, Link. So I am willing to make you a fair trade."
With that, Link dropped his head into his hand. He had never given it up, no matter the stakes or the battle. What made the magician think that this would be different? "I am not willing to accept. There is nothing high enough that you could give me."
"I disagree." Quinn alleged. "I have something that you would give the Tinorbe and your life for."
How stupid could this Quinn guy be? Link thought to himself. "I don't believe you for a moment, or maybe such an undomesticated man is just too easily fooled."
The Sorcerer chuckled. It was then that Link noticed that Quinn held something in his fist. "All I have to show you for right now," he mumbled quietly, "Is a lovely trinket. But you'll recognise it."
And Quinn released his hand, and a small necklace fell onto the table. Link stood up, reached for it, then carefully examined it. A small, black diamond pendant on a silver chain. No, it wasn't a diamond, it was a rupee, with a small triforce carved on it.
Link couldn't believe it, and heard Quinn laughing at the shock on his face. This was... this was...
The necklace he had given Kat, the last day he had been on Earth.
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Dizziness. For a second, she felt like she couldn't breath, her lungs rejecting the cold air. But finally she coughed the darkness out, and was able to regain consciousness.
Her fingers where moving. Good news, that meant she wasn't paralysed. They moved... and felt cold, solid stone.
This isn't right, Kat thought. This isn't my house.
But slowly, she fell unconscious again.
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Good. Updated. I'm proud.
My "reasons" (excuses) for not updating earlier.... Number one, Over Christmas break my family and I went to Florida. Number two, one of my friends, Ben, crashed the computer. Number three, I met a beautiful girl, Korean like me, and I've been spending time with her. Number four, my Aunt, Nikki's mom, was diagnosed with cancer, so I've been taking care of Nikki, I take her out for ice cream on Fridays and drive her to her friend's houses when her parents can't. Number five, it slipped my mind.
Anyways, hopefully it won't be as long for me to update again.
A²ron