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Edited a bit and sorted into chapters. Sorry I couldn't update, I was having a problem with my phoneline. I'm back now, and alot more stuff is up!
Thanks so much fer looking at this! Don't I seem helpless in saying that? But you came here because you were interested, so I hope my content will entertain you to it's extent :3 I had a simple story, but it sort of evolved. Anyway, it STILL has an ending. This is my absolute first time doing a fanfic. Go easy on me, will ya? Please Review! If you plan to, tell me IF & WHERE YOU GET CONFUSED. I would really appreciate it so I can reword any misreadable parts.
Enjoy! x)
Complements keep me writing. '=)
~Aji
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(( SORRY. AFTER I NOTICED HOW HORRIBLY SMALL CHAPTER TWO WAS, I MENDED IT WITH CHAPTER THREE. o.O I'm trying to get myself organized here, dearest appologies. There's a huge gap between the old content and the new content.))
Link didn't care to look up as he heard a mentioned, soft, ripping noise... Besides, there were obviously alot of sounds around him.
That's when one sound stunned him. A harshly female voice, a word, spoken so clearly, it was almost as if it came from his mind...
BREATHE! the voice screamed into his head, and he suddenly felt a thick fist jab into his gut from nowhere. He had to cry out, and when he breathed back in from it, it was a sucessful breath. Air! It was air, and sure, it didn't smell or taste perfect, but it was air... Short breaths that he took quickly evolved into long, deep ones. He was comming to his senses now, and he stood up as he could, hearing another rip. It was light! Light from outside, light that shone in, comming from the left side of the enclosed space... And when he looked at the blade responsible, the blade that just saved him from death, his eyes widened. It was a claw...
The hole that was made in the dragons side was small, only enough for a small beam of light to shine in. He noticed something else, though. The space he was in was slowly collapsing into itself... Most likely caused by the lung the clawed creature had slit.
After ripping it's gap, the claw fell limply to the ground. More words entered his mind, almost intrudingly. But they were much, weaker then before, and in a way, during the short command, they seemed to fade from voice, to whisper, to silence.
Use it...
Use what?! He'd went from hopeless to hope, but now he was back where he started. This thing's inards were collapsing, he could hear the dragon's roars of pain. He couldn't rip that hole larger with his bare hands!
The dragon writhed suddenly, and he fell over onto his bottom. Hands pushing himself quickly out of shallow acid, he felt something under his right thigh... The claw. Whether that's what the voice meant or not, he raised the heavy thing up, dragging the motionless body attached towards the light until he hit the wall. Pressing down on it's paw to make clawed digits retract, he stabbed the hand into the dragon's side. From there, he pulled it downward, tearing a large vertical gap. Perfect... The Dragon jolted to the side abruptly, and he was forced out; but though he didn't expect it, he clenched the claw hard, and with him, it was freed. Acid and blood were poaring from the thing like a waterfall, and he shut his eyes hard, dragging the body across the floor... If he didn't kill this dragon soon, it would stomp them to death anyway. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his arm, he squinted, glareing around at the cave floor. There, finally, he spotted his Kokiri sword.
The boy made a mad dash for it, his heart racing. Not even looking at the one he'd saved, he quickly sprinted over to his sword, carefully grabbing the handle. The thing seemed to be going insane, stomping, roaring, and even breathing fire all over the place... A massive talon came down on Link, but he side-jumped out of the way just in time. Chin jolted up as he examined the frantic, bleeding dragon above, trying to find a got spot to let the blade rest.
It's entire body was covered in diamond-like armor scales.
He thought about it for a moment... He could either leap into the gap in it's side and hack away at it's inards, or...
Link grabbed one of the huge scales from the leg that had just nearly crushed him. Having thought quickly, he gripped tightly as possible with his sweaty hands and yanked it out sucessfully. At this the dragon took attention, neck swinging as it's head lowered to Link's level, facing the leg. It roared in pain and fury.
And Link jumped into it's mouth.
Slipping on it's forked tongue which currently lay resting at the bottom jaw, he rose quickly, and with a leap, stabbed the blade into the roof of it's mouth. Now he made a leap for outside, but he slipped again, only his arm hanging between teeth. Most unfortunately, the dragon snapped it's jaws shut.
He screamed in sharp pain as his left fore-arm was penetrated by a fang like a knife into pudding. Closeing his eyes tight shut, he gasped, only to scream again. But the dragon screamed as well; because when it opened it's mouth, the sword stabbed through it's skull.
Link grabbed his shoulder with his right hand, clenching it tightly in attempt to stop the bleeding and pain. He felt himself falling, that sickening (elevator) feeling... The dragon's head had fallen to the ground, hitting the floor with a thud that sent Link's forehead into a fang. Shakeing it in all attempts to keep his conciousness, he yanked his arm off the tip of the dragon's tooth and stumbled out of it's mouth after yanking his bloody sword free.
The first thing he noticed was the quiet, feeling relieved in assurance that the dragon was dead. Weakly he slid the sword into it's shethe on his back, turning his head to look around. All he could see was the dead tyrant's body on the floor...
Again he clenched his left shoulder with his right hand, circleing the dragon slowly with a slight limp until he spotted the mysterious clawed one. Luckly, it hadn't been crushed. Unluckily, a closer look led Link's jaw to drop and his eyes to widen.
It was a dragon, just like the 'Volvagia' he had just slain, only a bit smaller than Link himself was.
It was just as motionless as it's massive twin, and lay in a pitifully helpless position, thrown across the floor. Slowly Link treaded to it, taking a harsh, short breath from the pain in his horrendously bleeding arm as he released his shoulder. Kneeling over a bit, he shakily placed his good hand on the dragon's side. Abruptly he retracted it quickly, sucking in through closed teeth as his hand was singed by acid...
Imagine how it hurts me...
It was the female child voice again, echoing in his mind. In surprise he jumped up, looking around to see noone. It had to be that dragon... It's voice seemed to fade as it did before; only this time, from fatally weak, to dead silence. Link knelt over, too tired to wonder anymore about this. The red tunic he had was halfway torn, and he pulled the rag off to reveal his green one... Sliding both arms weakly under the young creature before him, he lifted it up, letting his left arm bleed as he weakly made his way out of the temple.
Finally he emerged into Darunia's room, panting and sweating. The room was full of Gorons that cheered loudly, leaping up and down at his sight. His head turned slowly, trying to make out what was causing all the noise and confusion. But his vision was blurry, and the headache from knocking his head against a giant tooth was taking over him. He dropped the baby dragon gently to the floor before his eyes rolled back into his head, and he let himself collapse.
Link awoke a few hours later, laying in a bed he later found to be the same soft, plush, material used in the carpet outside of Darunia's room. And in that room, he was. He sat up slowly, finding his punctured arm acheing, but there were heavy, bloody bandages wrapped around the wound, and he felt more bandages over minor cuts on his body. The hand of his good arm was placed on his forehead, and he closed his eyes, shaking crania that was also giving him a great deal of pain. Mumbling a bit, he blinked his tired eyes and looked around, almost relieved to find that there weren't any Gorons in the room. There was however, against the parallel wall, a make-shiftly crafted wooden cage. The bars were thin, anyone could break the thing with bare hands...
Occupied as he expected, he peered through from his far vantage point, seeing what he made out as the young dragon's outline inside. Slowly and with a bit of regret, he pulled of the wonderfully comfortable blanket and stood up from the bed, taking a few short steps over to approach the cage. He kneeled over, looking inside.
It was hunched, it's back toward him, tail curled around it's small body. It's gargoyle-style wings appeared to be relaxed and tense at the same time... At this glance, it was actually quite different than Volvagia. It had a more gentle silver hide instead of scales, but it also looked heavily damaged. The dragon bore the stench of it's own dry blood.
Link frowned weakly as he watched it for that moment It didn't take a genious to figure out that if this thing really did desire to kill, it would have broken out of that sorry excuse for a cave and murdered him and all of the Gorons by now. It could have gotten out at any time it wanted, but it remained there sitting, glareing at the ground motionlessly. After swallowing, he sighed audably. "Are you... alright?..." was all he could manage to say. He really wanted to get back in that bed and sleep some more.
The dragon slowly turned it's head around to look at him. It was a horrible face, a face that seemed ruined of war, a face so miserably distraught it could drive a person to cry. But it only stared, until...
Your little friends didn't care to tend my wounds, but I will survive. Most are scars from the past, anyhow.
The dragon's first words had Link stupidly looking around again. He turned back to face the dragon, but it was already faceing the other way... There wasn't anything he could do about the Goron's actions but scold them.
"I'm sorry..." Link muttered, looking to the side. He was wondering a way to help the thing without calling the Gorons' attention (He didn't want the crowd) when he was stopped short by the voice again.
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These two chapters have been really bad, that's because after my phoneline went back up, I've been struggling to organize what I had boredly written. Sorry .
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Edited a bit and sorted into chapters. Sorry I couldn't update, I was having a problem with my phoneline. I'm back now, and alot more stuff is up!
Thanks so much fer looking at this! Don't I seem helpless in saying that? But you came here because you were interested, so I hope my content will entertain you to it's extent :3 I had a simple story, but it sort of evolved. Anyway, it STILL has an ending. This is my absolute first time doing a fanfic. Go easy on me, will ya? Please Review! If you plan to, tell me IF & WHERE YOU GET CONFUSED. I would really appreciate it so I can reword any misreadable parts.
Enjoy! x)
Complements keep me writing. '=)
~Aji
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(( SORRY. AFTER I NOTICED HOW HORRIBLY SMALL CHAPTER TWO WAS, I MENDED IT WITH CHAPTER THREE. o.O I'm trying to get myself organized here, dearest appologies. There's a huge gap between the old content and the new content.))
Link didn't care to look up as he heard a mentioned, soft, ripping noise... Besides, there were obviously alot of sounds around him.
That's when one sound stunned him. A harshly female voice, a word, spoken so clearly, it was almost as if it came from his mind...
BREATHE! the voice screamed into his head, and he suddenly felt a thick fist jab into his gut from nowhere. He had to cry out, and when he breathed back in from it, it was a sucessful breath. Air! It was air, and sure, it didn't smell or taste perfect, but it was air... Short breaths that he took quickly evolved into long, deep ones. He was comming to his senses now, and he stood up as he could, hearing another rip. It was light! Light from outside, light that shone in, comming from the left side of the enclosed space... And when he looked at the blade responsible, the blade that just saved him from death, his eyes widened. It was a claw...
The hole that was made in the dragons side was small, only enough for a small beam of light to shine in. He noticed something else, though. The space he was in was slowly collapsing into itself... Most likely caused by the lung the clawed creature had slit.
After ripping it's gap, the claw fell limply to the ground. More words entered his mind, almost intrudingly. But they were much, weaker then before, and in a way, during the short command, they seemed to fade from voice, to whisper, to silence.
Use it...
Use what?! He'd went from hopeless to hope, but now he was back where he started. This thing's inards were collapsing, he could hear the dragon's roars of pain. He couldn't rip that hole larger with his bare hands!
The dragon writhed suddenly, and he fell over onto his bottom. Hands pushing himself quickly out of shallow acid, he felt something under his right thigh... The claw. Whether that's what the voice meant or not, he raised the heavy thing up, dragging the motionless body attached towards the light until he hit the wall. Pressing down on it's paw to make clawed digits retract, he stabbed the hand into the dragon's side. From there, he pulled it downward, tearing a large vertical gap. Perfect... The Dragon jolted to the side abruptly, and he was forced out; but though he didn't expect it, he clenched the claw hard, and with him, it was freed. Acid and blood were poaring from the thing like a waterfall, and he shut his eyes hard, dragging the body across the floor... If he didn't kill this dragon soon, it would stomp them to death anyway. Rubbing his eyes with the back of his arm, he squinted, glareing around at the cave floor. There, finally, he spotted his Kokiri sword.
The boy made a mad dash for it, his heart racing. Not even looking at the one he'd saved, he quickly sprinted over to his sword, carefully grabbing the handle. The thing seemed to be going insane, stomping, roaring, and even breathing fire all over the place... A massive talon came down on Link, but he side-jumped out of the way just in time. Chin jolted up as he examined the frantic, bleeding dragon above, trying to find a got spot to let the blade rest.
It's entire body was covered in diamond-like armor scales.
He thought about it for a moment... He could either leap into the gap in it's side and hack away at it's inards, or...
Link grabbed one of the huge scales from the leg that had just nearly crushed him. Having thought quickly, he gripped tightly as possible with his sweaty hands and yanked it out sucessfully. At this the dragon took attention, neck swinging as it's head lowered to Link's level, facing the leg. It roared in pain and fury.
And Link jumped into it's mouth.
Slipping on it's forked tongue which currently lay resting at the bottom jaw, he rose quickly, and with a leap, stabbed the blade into the roof of it's mouth. Now he made a leap for outside, but he slipped again, only his arm hanging between teeth. Most unfortunately, the dragon snapped it's jaws shut.
He screamed in sharp pain as his left fore-arm was penetrated by a fang like a knife into pudding. Closeing his eyes tight shut, he gasped, only to scream again. But the dragon screamed as well; because when it opened it's mouth, the sword stabbed through it's skull.
Link grabbed his shoulder with his right hand, clenching it tightly in attempt to stop the bleeding and pain. He felt himself falling, that sickening (elevator) feeling... The dragon's head had fallen to the ground, hitting the floor with a thud that sent Link's forehead into a fang. Shakeing it in all attempts to keep his conciousness, he yanked his arm off the tip of the dragon's tooth and stumbled out of it's mouth after yanking his bloody sword free.
The first thing he noticed was the quiet, feeling relieved in assurance that the dragon was dead. Weakly he slid the sword into it's shethe on his back, turning his head to look around. All he could see was the dead tyrant's body on the floor...
Again he clenched his left shoulder with his right hand, circleing the dragon slowly with a slight limp until he spotted the mysterious clawed one. Luckly, it hadn't been crushed. Unluckily, a closer look led Link's jaw to drop and his eyes to widen.
It was a dragon, just like the 'Volvagia' he had just slain, only a bit smaller than Link himself was.
It was just as motionless as it's massive twin, and lay in a pitifully helpless position, thrown across the floor. Slowly Link treaded to it, taking a harsh, short breath from the pain in his horrendously bleeding arm as he released his shoulder. Kneeling over a bit, he shakily placed his good hand on the dragon's side. Abruptly he retracted it quickly, sucking in through closed teeth as his hand was singed by acid...
Imagine how it hurts me...
It was the female child voice again, echoing in his mind. In surprise he jumped up, looking around to see noone. It had to be that dragon... It's voice seemed to fade as it did before; only this time, from fatally weak, to dead silence. Link knelt over, too tired to wonder anymore about this. The red tunic he had was halfway torn, and he pulled the rag off to reveal his green one... Sliding both arms weakly under the young creature before him, he lifted it up, letting his left arm bleed as he weakly made his way out of the temple.
Finally he emerged into Darunia's room, panting and sweating. The room was full of Gorons that cheered loudly, leaping up and down at his sight. His head turned slowly, trying to make out what was causing all the noise and confusion. But his vision was blurry, and the headache from knocking his head against a giant tooth was taking over him. He dropped the baby dragon gently to the floor before his eyes rolled back into his head, and he let himself collapse.
Link awoke a few hours later, laying in a bed he later found to be the same soft, plush, material used in the carpet outside of Darunia's room. And in that room, he was. He sat up slowly, finding his punctured arm acheing, but there were heavy, bloody bandages wrapped around the wound, and he felt more bandages over minor cuts on his body. The hand of his good arm was placed on his forehead, and he closed his eyes, shaking crania that was also giving him a great deal of pain. Mumbling a bit, he blinked his tired eyes and looked around, almost relieved to find that there weren't any Gorons in the room. There was however, against the parallel wall, a make-shiftly crafted wooden cage. The bars were thin, anyone could break the thing with bare hands...
Occupied as he expected, he peered through from his far vantage point, seeing what he made out as the young dragon's outline inside. Slowly and with a bit of regret, he pulled of the wonderfully comfortable blanket and stood up from the bed, taking a few short steps over to approach the cage. He kneeled over, looking inside.
It was hunched, it's back toward him, tail curled around it's small body. It's gargoyle-style wings appeared to be relaxed and tense at the same time... At this glance, it was actually quite different than Volvagia. It had a more gentle silver hide instead of scales, but it also looked heavily damaged. The dragon bore the stench of it's own dry blood.
Link frowned weakly as he watched it for that moment It didn't take a genious to figure out that if this thing really did desire to kill, it would have broken out of that sorry excuse for a cave and murdered him and all of the Gorons by now. It could have gotten out at any time it wanted, but it remained there sitting, glareing at the ground motionlessly. After swallowing, he sighed audably. "Are you... alright?..." was all he could manage to say. He really wanted to get back in that bed and sleep some more.
The dragon slowly turned it's head around to look at him. It was a horrible face, a face that seemed ruined of war, a face so miserably distraught it could drive a person to cry. But it only stared, until...
Your little friends didn't care to tend my wounds, but I will survive. Most are scars from the past, anyhow.
The dragon's first words had Link stupidly looking around again. He turned back to face the dragon, but it was already faceing the other way... There wasn't anything he could do about the Goron's actions but scold them.
"I'm sorry..." Link muttered, looking to the side. He was wondering a way to help the thing without calling the Gorons' attention (He didn't want the crowd) when he was stopped short by the voice again.
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These two chapters have been really bad, that's because after my phoneline went back up, I've been struggling to organize what I had boredly written. Sorry .
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