WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE

By Katt006

Katt006@hotmail.com

August 17th: I should have got this one up sooner… ok maybe 6 months sooner ^^;; so sorry. I'm still writing this and I WILL finish this! I have a good ending planned. I just need some motivation from my fans sometimes. And I thank my friend 'Fire' for that! You never gave up! Hope you all enjoy this chapter. 

Katt006

(Saga #3 The gods.)

CHAPTER 15:

"You look so sad, why don't you stay with them Charie?" Malon asked, walking alongside the older woman. 

The group had headed back to Charie's village after gaining possession of Manzer. They gathered up all their travel gear and bid final farewells to everyone at the orphanage before setting off in the direction of the next town.

Charie looked over at Malon, forcing a smile of reassurance for her friend.

"It's alright, I'm sure they will manage on their own… But I'm sure gonna miss them." Then she quirked into a genuine smile. "Besides, you folks wouldn't know where you were going without me."

Malon returned the smile, knowing it was true.

"Well, on that subject, how for away is the other town from here?"

"Several leagues. Should arrive there by early tomorrow morning."

"We're taking another break!" Impa yelled from where she strode several meters ahead of the group. "I've spotted a nice spot just over the hill."

Charie shrugged. "Or at the rate she's going, tomorrow night."

* * *

They had set up camp for half the night, choosing to leave before the sun rose due to the amount of breaks Impa had already stalled them with. Charie was engrossed with washing out various blankets and clothing in the nearby stream, Navi dancing about her head chattering non-stop about all the adventures her and Link had shared. Impa had also made herself useful, offering to sharpen and mend blunt or broken weapons.

Malon was busy concentrating on mastering her bow and arrow. Zelda had been skillful with it previously and had given the farm girl lessons as they traveled. Now all she had to do was steady her aim…

Link sat before the campfire that night, turning the glowing blue orb in his hands absentmindedly. Zelda was busy cooking a quick meal over the fire, she was wearing a simple blue dress, her hair flowing down around her back like spun gold.  However, she couldn't help noticing the troubled and far-away look the other hylian's eyes. Her brow furrowed in concern as she chose to accompany him.

"You look like you have a lot on your shoulders." She commented, lowering herself close to his side.

"Only the world." He replied in a distant monotone.

"I understand that this will be an enormous task for you… no, …for all of us."

Link looked up at her. The firelight dancing across her smiling face gave the princess an aura of wisdom, kindness such and understanding that Link had overlooked until now. She also looked pretty in that dress, as simple as it was… then he noticed he was blushing. He looked down shyly hoping to hide it.

Zelda took it as a negative sign of depression and placed her hand on his shoulder, causing his face to glow an even darker shade of red.

"You don't have to fight this alone. We are all with you, till the end." Her hand tightened in reassurance. "So don't shut us out."

Link was unresponsive at first but managed to finally reply. "Thank you Zelda. It means a great deal to me."

Zelda suddenly smiled, mischievously. She craned her head down so she looked at Link's down turned profile. "You've blushing aren't you?" She began to laugh, a rare yet beautiful sound. "It's so cute!"

If possible, Link blushed even more.

She moved her hand from his shoulder to pat him childishly on the head before getting up and returning to her cooking. A small smile still lingering on her lips.

Link sighed, placed the orb softly on the ground and got up to join Impa with tending their weapons. Now he had more on his mind than just the fate of the world…

* * *

"This place is amazing!" Malon exclaimed, craning her neck up the steep mountainside to view the town of Reshita. The actual town itself was situated halfway up the mountain, built into the side of a mountain and placed amazingly into an immensely enormous hollowed-out cavity. Some dwellings were built into the walls and some lay on the exposed plateau that catered for half of the city.  The other half was protected by the large cavity that continued up to form the rest of the mountain.

"How the heck did they build it all the way up there!?" Impa questioned, skeptical of what she saw before her.

Charie didn't reply, she just led them to the large entrance at the foot of the mountain. It was a tall opening with fire brands lighting the whole area efficiently. They could see that the ground slopped upwards and spiralled around on a semi-steep gradient. "We head up there by use of this sloping tunnel. It's a pretty long walk might I add." Charie informed, once again in her efficient tour-guide voice.

"Oh great!" Impa clapped her hands together in mock enthusiasm. "What do you know…more tunnels…"

"Well if you perfered, we could fly." Charie smiled sweetly.

"Fly? How?"

"Well if you don't know… and if I don't know, then I suggest you begin stretching because it's gonna be a fair hike."  

* * *

Up in the city, the townsfolk shuffled about their daily routine, seemingly ignorant of the God Of Destruction that lay dormant among their dwellings. However, these people knew much more than they were letting on and that angered Trunks considerably. He leaned up against a protective railing overlooking the vast valley, the setting sun doucing his figure in a deep orange. He had wasted no time in asking the locals if they housed the god. The people just shook their heads, shrugged, laughed or asked Trunks if he was mentally disabled. Trunks had a gut feeling they knew exactley what he asked for… and now the sayian was tossing up wether he should totally annailahlate the place and chase it out that way.

No…

Something inside told him that wasn't going to help.

"Damn consience." He muttered and turned from the railing… suddenly looking down into the beady eyes of a shrivaled, short, bald old man. He shifted his weight cane to feet as he tapped the sayian on the shoulder with the wooden stick.  "You, m'boy are lookin for trouble." He said smiling.

Trunks opened his mouth to tell this man exactly what he was looking for but decided against it, not wanting to be humiliated any further. However, he didn't have to open his mouth to receive that from this man.

"You're that crazy lad that thinks some sort of god rests dormant here." He croaked, raising an eyebrow.

Trunk's features darkened. "I am not crazy, the people of this town are the simpletons!" he protested, raising his hands in mock innocence.

"Perhaps it is YOU who are the simpleton."

The sayian had had enough of this insulting by now. "I've heard enough of your crap old man!" He growled. "Or maybe it would help if I levelled this city before you hmmm?"

The old man shrugged, ignoring the taunt. "And what would that prove boy? That you're strong? Harsh, destructive and cruel? To get anywhere in this life you need to use your head before your muscle. You need to posess a sense of right and wrong, justice and wisdom. Only then, will you find what you seek.

Trunks raised his eyebrow in question. Since when could anything be obtained without the use of force? Fighting and destruction solved everything. "Here's something to think about." Trunks said in a monotone. "If I had a problem with someone, then I killed him. The problem wouldn't be there anymore would it?"

"The problem wasn't solved, only buried."

Trunks threw his hands up in the air, angry. "Enough! I'll do as I see fit in order to obtain my goal."

The old man chuckled. "Then burn this place to the ground, kill everyone here, stain your soul with more blood. I assure you, you will not find what you seek."

"The god will have no choice but to show itself. I will find it eventually, you can't stop me."

"But it it the god you actually seek dear boy?" With this the man smiled. A warm kind smile.

The sayian was taken aback at this but came back with a reply after pausing,"…yes …ofcourse it is!" His voice came out unexpectedly uneasy. The man's smile widened and Trunk's shot him an icy glare before turning on his heels and stalking off, attempting to distance himself from this man as much as possible.

Why did he suddenly feel so unsure? What mind games did that old git use on him? He could get anything he wanted on his own and using pure strength to accomplish it. What he wanted now were the gods of destruction… right? All he needed was his power… right? It was the right way to do things. Destruction and power solved everything.

That man was just trying to chase him awaym, he was wrong…

'And i'm right… aren't I?'

* * *

"How do the city dwellers deal with this?" Impa whined, stumbling over her own feet.

Charie looked back at the complaining woman, a weak smile upon her face. "The people become fit. They are quite used to this steep passageway now."

"Fit!? You're saying that I am unfit?"

Charie winked mishchieviously and ignored the question. "We're just about there."

After several more minutes the group emerged into the light, greeted by the loud bustle of a bust town. Apart from the whole structure of the amazing place, also they found to their amazement the grassy sloped surrounding the high city were cultivated with farmlands and wooly grazing animals that none had seen before.

"So this is how they all thrive up here…" Zelda commented excitedly. "They are completley self-sufficient. How Brilliant! They use all their resources so economically."

Link gave the princess a swift sideways glance, folding his arms in a thoughtful yet bored gesture. "It's a nice town, that's all great… but what now? Where do we find this Hobbs? It seems like a strange place to find a god of destruction…"

"Gods are more like normal people than you think." Charie informed. "Many people accept that factor and learn to live with them."

"But first things first!" Impa interupted. "I'm starved."

"But we must find Hobbs." Zelda tried to reason.

"Before Trunks does…" Added Malon quietly.

Impa put up a silencing hand. Our stomachs have been talking all day and we haven't eaten since last night. "We won't be finding any gods if we all drop dead from starvation."

The group followed the woman to a makeshift stall and ordered them some form of nourishment.

"Corn!?" Link asked in surprise. "Visiting this city is a novelty, why didn't you pick something a little more appatising? We can eat corn anytime!"

Impa took a large bite out of the yellow vegetable. "It's not JUST corn." She mumbled around a mouthful. "It's got garlic butter and pepper on it. How can you call that NOT appatising?"

"I think it tastes really good." Admitted Malon.

"And I" Agreed Charie.

"Ha! You see!?" Impa said in triumph, waving a hand over the girls. "At least some of us are grateful! …And what about you Zelda?" Impa turned to the royal, "uh… Zelda?"

The young princess had a distant look upon her features, as if concentrating deeply on a far off thought. "Something is not right." She stated with hesitation. "I feel a disturbance in the air." The others regarded her thoughtfully and tensely.

"What do you think it could be?" Asked Malon, a feeling of dread knotting itself in her stomach.

"Not what… who. We aren't the only ones looking for the gods. Trunks is here somewhere too…" The group froze with a mixture of emotions. Fear, loathing, confusion…

"So that's the name of that troubled youth." Came a raspy voice from behind them. Everyone turned and looked down upon a bent-over scrawny old man.

"You mean you've seen him?" Malon asked… unsuccessfully trying to hide the urgency in her voice.

He gave a nod. "Babbling about finding some god."

"He may not be as crazy as he seems." Impa stated. "As we too are searching for the same thing. We have reason to believe that a god of destruction lays dormant here within this mountain or town. Have you heard or do you know anything about it?"

The old man fell silent and stared blankly at the group before him before replying, "Follow me."

* * *

The old man led them around the town and eventually halted in front of a strange building that looked similar to a an ancient Chinese temple. It stood around five stories tall, and was positioned right on the edge of a cliff overlooking the valley beneath it.

"How beautiful." Navi commented, admiring both the temple and the landscape.

"This is the place…" Zelda stated. "It has an odd feeling to it, immensely powerful, but at the same time peaceful."

The old man nodded. "Aye, this is where the god of destruction Hobbs lays."

"So you knew?" Link asked.

"Everyone in this village does. We all harbor a sixth sense though, we can tell whether one has pure or evil intentions. The young man before, Trunks I think you called him… well he harbored evil and destructive intentions... But…" He fell silent as if lost in contemplation. Then he quickly snapped out and shook his head. "Nevermind." He continued. "Therefore we all remained ignorant of his questioning. However," He reached up and placed his hands upon Link's shoulders. "You people are pure. That is why I lead you to this place. I knew your intentions."

All of a sudden evil and sadistic laughter rained down upon them all from above. In a swift movement all had craned their necks up to see Trunks sitting leisurely on the edge of the roof of the temple. "Looks like I've finally found it. You fools!" Link and Impa simultaneously unsheathed their weapons. Charie had her daggers drawn long before. "Looks like a have a bit of competition though." He smiled. "If you people could be called competition. I will not allow myself to be so careless this time!" He stood up and withdrew his sword.

"You still don't get it do you boy!?" The old man yelled. "Fighting and destroying everything that stands in your path will get you nowhere!"

Trunks seemed to hesitate but in the next instant he lit up in a brilliant gold. His hair stood up in a cluster of yellow spikes and his eyes were flaring azure." Everyone took several steps back in astonishment. They didn't need Zelda's sensing power to be aware of the monstrous power the sayian was emitting.

Zelda had fallen to her knees and was clutching her head.

"Zelda! What's wrong!?" Link asked frantically, dropping down beside her and giving the girl a shake. It was a while till she replied and when she did it was through gritted teeth. "That… power… it's so colossus that… I can't even begin to imagine… its extent. I've never felt anything like it… not even Ganondorf was this powerful!"

Worry was edged all over Link's face for both the princess and the threat from above.

"Malon!" Shouted Impa. "Use your arrows!"

The girl nodded and swallowed hard before uneasily extracting from her quaver and threading it onto her bow.

Trunks sneered as Malon shakily aimed the arrowhead up at him.

"Don't be ridiculous! That won't even touch him!" Charie screamed, almost hysterical with panic. "He's become a Super Sayian. We're useless against him!"

By this time Malon was shaking quite considerably, the arrowhead quivering back and forth over it's target.

"Come on!" Trunks taunted shoot me Malon!"

Malon's eyes widened at the use of her name… it was hopeless… she just couldn't. The string slackened and she lowered her bow.

Trunks' face lost all humor as he cocked his head in confusion. Why had she done that? "You fool." He said with an unexpected softness. You won't even fight for your own existence if it means hurting another in the process. How weak."

"No… It's not that." She said quietly.

Trunks leapt off the roof to land heavily before Malon, causing her to stumble back a few paces. "Your kindness is your weakness Malon. It always has been."

"You have become so narrow minded." She said back, her voice tightening as she stepped up to him. "What happened to the kind and genuine boy I used to know?"

"He grew up. And learnt that you can't get by in life with kindness, generosity and friendship." As he said this a blue ki orb formed in his hand and he aimed his hand at Malon's head.

She looked down to cover her hurt. Tears threatened then flowed down her cheeks, but she dare not show it… Was it weak?

TBC…

Only approx 5 chapters left if I plan it right. It's gonna have a really good ending, I'm actually quite pleased with it ^^ E-mail me and tell me to get my ass into gear for the next chapter. But I promise you won't have to wait as long!

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