WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE
By Katt006
Katt006@hotmail.com
November 21st: My Epic is Finally coming to an end! I can't believe it. It's been… what, almost 3 years now? Geez… I've got a great idea for a new novel, which I will be starting as soon as I finish When Worlds Collide. (Which is even more incentive for me to work faster on this because I really want to get started. ^^) I'm aiming for about 2-3 more chapters, depends on length.
Katt006
(Saga #3 The gods.)
CHAPTER 18:
Malon walked uneasily through the forest. The air was thick with mist and she found herself struggling to see several feet in front of her. The trees were dark and forbidding, looming over her with their spindly branches, as though trying to entrap her. Her pace quickened as fear began to seize her. She stumbled over the rough, rocky ground with her bare feet. 'What am I doing here?' she thought desperately, 'Where is everyone?' Suddenly pain shot up her leg as she carelessly stood on a sharp rock protruding from the dark soil. She gave a small whimper and stumbled to the nearest tree, sitting down upon its large, unearthed roots.
She examined the wound. It was painful but not very deep. Then, for the first time, she noticed what she was wearing, a simple, yet beautiful white dress. It hugged her frame tightly around the torso then freely flowed down to just below her knees. The thin straps sat comfortably over her shoulders, and her upper arms were adorned with crisscrossed ribbons. Malon could not help but marvel at its beauty. But there was no time for that now… She had to find out what was going on.
Should she yell for help? She had no idea where she was or what creatures were about. Perhaps yelling would bring too much attention. She wasn't really in the best shape to outrun anything...
Bracing herself, she stood back up. The injury was in no way life-threatening so she continued on at a swift pace, looking and searching…
* * *
Trunks stood at the entrance to the forest, tapping his foot impatiently. Now what? Just what was he doing here anyway? He looked down at his fully healed body. It was now clad completely in thick black armor. A black sword hung down beside his left leg, uneven streaks of red were weaved through into the jet-black substance that the blade was composed of. It was almost like diamond. The hilt was detailed and twisted, like barbs. However, at the top was an indentation as though a spherical object belonged there. Why did he have this…? The last thing he remembered was reaching out to rescue Malon from falling. Everything after that was blank.
An evil cackling came from above. Craning his neck, the sayian spied the all-to-familiar kooky old man standing upon a cliff ledge that hung over the forest.
"Good day boy!" He yelled, barley audible to a normal ear.
Trunk's eye twitched, "What do you want?! What am I doing here?!"
"Tsk Tsk Tsk… So full of anger boy." The old man smiled down from his perch. "Was it not your actions that led Malon into danger in the first place?"
"Malon? What's this got to do with her?" He yelled back, fist clenching with unease.
"Lots! I know what she does to you inside. I know what feelings you combat every time she crosses your mind…"
"Shut up!!" The sayian hissed, taking the bait. "You know nothing you senile old fool!"
"Yes I do."
Trunks' eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe the conversation taking place… the nerve of this old man… "This is a test isn't it, Hobbs?" He questioned, knowing whom the man was now. "I'll be sure to defeat a weak old man like you, regardless of your 'god' stature." He eyed the entrance to the forest, it seemed like that was the only way to the base of the cliff. The sayian heaved a sigh and trudged towards the entrance. As he entered, the eerie black trees bent and reached out for him as if in silent mournful plea.
* * *
Malon continued to walk slowly through the forest. Her spirit dampening with every step she took… She had never been so utterly lost in her life. So far she had not encountered any creatures, the whole area seemed devoid of life.
"Link!! Zelda?!! Where are you?" She yelled, deciding it was relatively safe. "Imap?? Charie…? Anyone?" Her voice slowly drifted off as she realised how futile her attempts were. "Trunks…" She whispered, her shoulders sinking along with her hopes of being found.
* * *
The sayian stopped dead in his tracks, listening… He could have sworn he heard something. He could have also sworn it was Malon. Again, he looked up at the dark figure on the cliff above him… No, It couldn't have been Malon. Hobbs was tricking him, trying to lead him astray. Well it wasn't going to work! Clenching his fists, Trunks stalked onwards…
It felt as though he had been walking for hours. He noted that although dark and misty, the forest should have been enriched with life. Even the most desolate and foulest of planets harbored some creatures. But this area… was dead and lonely. 'Just like me…' Trunks' realised glumly. It was a very fitting place for himself now that he thought about it. Suddenly he snapped out of his ponderings, as if just noticing, the sayian had found his way to a small clearing. A little ways ahead was the base of the cliff, stone stairs twisting upwards among the boulders.
'Found it!' He smiled inwardly. 'Now to put an end to this little game of his.' Trunks began to run, psyching himself up for the battle ahead. However, the path before him quickly became obscured with vines. They shot out from among the trees, twisted and weaved to form enormous barriers, blocking the way out. "What the…? This is insane!" He yelled in fury. "What are yo—" He was suddenly cut off by a movement against his thigh, a heartbeat.
It was the sword.
Trunks could feel its fury, rivaling his. It wanted to shred, maim and destroy. So Trunks allowed it to. He unsheathed it and began to hack at the vines. But he quickly noticed that this was futile. For as soon as he sliced through one cluster, another formed almost instantly in it's place. It was useless… The sayian re-sheathed the sword and placed a hand out before him, palm outward. Blue energy materialized from thin air and gathered in a sphere at his fingertips. He released the orb onto the obstacle. It impacted with full force, disintegrating the plant matter and leaving a large burnt gaping hole. Smiling to himself, Trunks stepped forward to go through when a rustling came from within the trees. Vines emerged rapidly once more and formed another fort, resealing the hole.
'What the hell am I meant to do?!' He thought furiously to himself. Again he blew a hole into the vines. And again more came from deep within the forest to replace those destroyed. It was almost like they were infinite… Perhaps he needed to be faster, stronger…* * *
She heard it faintly but it was enough to draw her attention, a battle? Malon was sure she heard explosions, and she felt the trees stir around her almost like they were in pain… She made her way quickly in the direction of the sounds. They didn't seem to far away. Maybe it was one of her friends, maybe it was someone looking for her… maybe it was him… Her breath caught in her throat as she approached. She saw a glimpse of lavender hair through the trees. It was him! With her spirits lifted, she ran out to meet him. However, just as she reached the edge of the clearing the whole land itself felt an enormous force. Malon stopped dead in her tracks, dread and fear gripping her heart. Trunk's face was contorted in concentration and anger. Yellow clouds of energy gathered around him and small sparks danced around the area. The hair on Malon's body stood straight, everything had gone completely silent.
"Trunks!" She screamed.
The Sayian erupted in a brilliant yellow energy, his blue eyes faded into aqua and his hair spiked up in clusters of gold. The whole forest around him wailed in agony, the trees bent and snapped in the energy storm that swirled around the warrior. Malon let a scream of terror loose as she was catapulted into the air, and against a tree, falling through its twisted and sharp branches. They lacerated her badly as she plummeted past them and hit the ground, hard and awkwardly.
* * *
The old man observed from high above, his eyes bright with marvel and perhaps a little fear. Never in his long long life had he seen a power such as this. It could prove to be both very beneficial, or very deadly to everyone… He pulled his eyes away from the sayian, and to the battered form in white. She was trying desperately to clamber to her feet. Blood came from the scrapes at her sides and face but they did not perturb her.
Hobbs smiled. The little thing really didn't realise just how much weighed on her shoulders. She would be the key to turning the sayian around in their favor, they were so close… All she had to do was be strong.
* * *
Malon finally pulled herself to her feet. The power swirling around the forest screamed in her ears and head but she started to walk… then run. "Trunks!" She screamed, struggling to be heard above the howling. "Please stop!!!" She continued to run towards his turned back… not much further.
The sayian's ears twitched. Trunks could have sworn he had heard… He turned his head quickly to glance behind him. Amongst all the swirling dust and debris, he saw a figure dressed in white running towards him. It was feint… but he could make out who it was. Malon ran quickly but unsteadily, her injuries well visible. 'Not again…' Trunks thought. A feeling stirred within him. Unease? Worry? Suddenly, the winds subsided. His golden hair flashed faintly before falling back into its original lavender. His eyes faded from bright aqua, back into blue.
'This better not be on of his tricks…' Trunks thought grimly to himself.
The tattered Malon stopped several feet before him. "You listened!" She said with a soft smile on her face.
Trunks just nodded, taking into account her wounds. Did he cause them?
With lightening speed, that not even Trunks could react to, dark green ropes wrapped around Malon, encircling her arms, legs and torso, then they pulled her high into the air. Trunks craned his neck, straining to find the assailant. Over the trees, an enormous snake-like creature moved towards him at breakneck speed. Protruding from all over its body were rope-like tentacles that tore, sliced and uprooted everything in its path. Its eyes burned a deep crimson and tattooed upon its skin were strange black markings that resembled mathematical equations.
Trunks glanced up to the cliff where Hobbs had stood moments ago. He was gone. Had the old man really transformed into that creature? He took an uneasy step back as it approached. Its size was enormous, standing at least seven stories high. It stopped before Trunks and remained motionless. Malon hung suspended between them by its many tentacles. She appeared weak and her face was ashen with exhaustion and pain. She looked at Trunks with dull, helpless eyes.
"Give her back!" The sayian seethed. "Or I'll hack you to pieces." As he said this, the black sword began to pulsate again. And again, he could feel its eagerness… It took a lot of self control to ignore it's demands.
An all-too-familiar laugh rang inside his head. "Hehehe, you STILL don't get it do you!" cackled Hobbs. "Come! Fight me! Fight and destroy like you always do…"
"It's never let me down before." Trunks smirked.
"That's because you've always won!" With that, the creature reared up and sent all its tentacles towards Trunks. The sayian nimbly dodged them, sliding across the floor as he unsheathed his sword. He continued to duck and weave until he was standing at the base of the enormous deformed snake. He slashed a horizontal arc into the creature's belly, however it didn't cut anywhere deeply as it should have.
'Its skin is much too thick!' The warrior thought desperately. 'I can't use the sword…' Suddenly, his hair sparked and began to change into a brilliant gold.
"So predictable." Hobbs' voice echoed in his mind. "Watch your actions boy."
Malon let out a scream of pain as the tentacles began to tug at her appendages, as though trying to separate them from her body. The gold disappeared from Trunks' hair as quickly as it had appeared. He couldn't do anything… not while Hobbs had her. "Ok ok stop!!!" He yelled, defeated. "What do you want from me Hobbs?"
"Oooooh? No more fight left in ya weakling?" Hobbs taunted.
"I want Malon back. Safely." Trunks said, ignoring the last comment. "What do you want me to do?"
"What are you willing to do hmmmm???"
The sayian shifted his weight uneasily. He wasn't quite sure of the logical way for dealing with this type of situation. "Anything." He blurted out without thinking.
Malon 's eyes widened in surprise.
"Oh! Anything eh?" Hobbs went silent for a moment. "Alright then… Surrender your alien magic to me."
Trunks was taken aback. His jaw dropping with shock. "You mean my ability to go Super Sayian?"
"Yes… so that's what you call it."
Malon looked between the creature and Trunks with worry. What would this mean for everyone?
"Well?" Hobbs pushed. "Your Super Sayian powers, for this here damsel. Sounds like a fair deal if you ask me."
The warriors fists clenched in anger. How had it come down to this? All his actions were planned from the very beginning… he had never felt so helpless in all his life. "Alright!!!" He screamed. "I'll surrender my powers if you let her go safely."
"Don't waste your powers on me!" Mallon yelled from above. "We'll need everything we can to defeat Gannondorf. You sealed him before… we need you and we need Hobbs too."
"I will not let you die. I've already caused you enough pain." He turned his back to them. "I've already caused everyone enough pain." Thoughts of his last battle with Gannondorf flashed through his head. The destroyed towns, the many killed… "And besides…" He continued, "I need you Malon. You're the one who made me see how much I was deluding myself. You've shown me so much." He turned back to face Hobbs. "Take my powers old man!"
"A wise decision m'boy."
Malon was lowered slowly to the ground, the tentacles unraveled themselves from around her and she collapsed to the floor.
Trunks moved towards her but was suddenly struck with an excruciating pain that engulfed his whole body. Yellow energy seeped out through every pore in his body and escaped in a brilliant stream of power. He could not help but yell in pain as he fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around himself. It felt like his whole body was on fire. He didn't think he could take it for much— Then it vanished. When he opened his eyes and looked up he was in a completely white room with a single door leading out. The old man stood before him in green robes. Yellow energy swirled around him.
"Congratulations m'boy." He smiled. "You have proven worthy of the wisdom I posess as a god."
The Sayian climbed to his feet and looked around the room. "Where's Malon?"
"She awaits you in the stars. Or rather, my temple." He continued before Trunks had a chance to question. "Oh and keep the sword. It is very powerful indeed, however, it is has a very vicious aura around it. I am sure you will use it wisely."
"I will."
"Good lad." Hobbs ambled over and opened the door. Beyond were the stars. The empty yet beautiful void of space. It almost reminded him of…home. As if drawn by an innate instinct, trunks walked over and stepped through without a second thought.
* * *
The stars enveloped the alien, danced around him, as he stood motionless on what seemed like an invisible platform. Malon stepped up beside him. "They are beautiful, aren't they?"
Trunks nodded in agreement.
"Hey. That orb…" Malon started, indicating the glowing sphere in Trunk's hand. "It's Hobbs!"
Trunks didn't even realise he was holding it. He was too busy admiring the infinity that stretched around them. However, It slowly began to fade. A decrepit wood-furnished room materialized into view. Malon looked around, slightly disorientated. "Hey! We're in the temple! C'mon lets go find the others." She grabbed the sayian's hand and realised with a start that they were both fully healed. She smiled as she also realised the look of confusion on Trunks' face when she had grabbed his hand.
"What?" He grumbled. "Stop looking at me like that!"
The farm girl just laughed and dragged him out into the hall to search for their companions.
And for the first time in years… Trunks felt like he was home.
TBC…
I've decided there will be 2 more chapters. 20's a nice round number no? Thanks for reading again. Be sure to sign a review! Thanks for everyone's encouragement. Especially you Diane. ^^;;