Ch 12

Ashley wakes up in a bed. Startled, she sits up. She looks around the room, it's all dark. No light at all, but she can see. I guess I can see just the shadowed shapes because I have the Triforce of Light? She thinks. She looks around the room once more and sees a person shape standing in the corner to her right. "Hello?" Ashley asks. "How can you see me...? Who are you? When Ganondorf came in with you, you were half dead. I just thought he brought another stupid person in to keep" the woman-voice said in return. "But you must be different from us Gerudos. Who are you anyway?" "I'm...uhh...Ash-...uh, I mean Shana." "SHANA!? By the Goddesses! He has found you!" "Huh?" "Never mind. I am Nabooru." "Naba-who?" "Nabooru." "Oh, what are you doing here anyway?" "I'm here to keep you from leaving." "Why?" "I am ordered to do so by the Great Ganondorf." "Huh? Great Ganondorf?" "Yes. My master. I am in second-command to Ganondorf. I used to be the leader of the Gerudo race but he took my place as I gladly gave it to him." "Uhh...Oh. Okay. So-" The door opens letting a bright light in. And a tall, dark figure walks in holding something. Nabooru salutes him by waving her hand in the air and pulling it towards her chest, making a fist. The figure nods and she leaves. The door closes behind her. Darkness falls once more. Soon she sees a purple glow of the ring Ganondorf put her voice into. It must be Ganondorf. She thinks and trembles, as it gets closer to her. A snap of fingers and a dim light from the ceiling appears. It makes enough light for Ashley to see the room. She looks around and sees nothing. Just stone walls and the small bed she's sitting on. No windows. The tall figure sits on the bed. She looks at the tall figure and makes out its face. Ganondorf. She gasps as he holds up a sword. She thinks he's going to kill her and then looks at it again. The Master sword. Tears well up in her eyes. She tries to fight them back but they become stronger and fall down her cheeks. "You know what this is?" Ganondorf speaks in his low toned voice. "Uh-huh," Ashley says between a whimper. Ganondorf laughs, "Good. And you know what I'm going to do with it?" Ashley shakes her head. "This," and Ganondorf bends the slick blade and it creaks as his Triforce of Power lights up on his left hand. Ashley screams, "NO!" Ganondorf stops. He smiles, "You want it?" Ashley doesn't answer but she does grab the hilt of the sword. She stares at it, thinking if she could blast Ganondorf with one of her light spells. But she doesn't. She just stares at the Master sword, thinking if she could mend it. She looks up at Ganondorf and gives him her evil eye and nods. Ganondorf drops the sword in her hands and says in a harsh tone, "Link won't be able to kill me now. Because his precious Master sword is gone," he starts to laugh his evil laugh as he gets off of the bed to leave. "You'll see about that," Ashley said confidently. Ganondorf looks back and grins. He closes the door behind him and locks it. Ashley looks at the bent Master sword that she is holding in her hands. She carefully closes her hand around the bent part of the blade. Why does he have to do this? Ganondorf is so evil. Link... Ashley's thoughts trail off. She thinks hard about what to do. She waves her hand over the dull, lifeless blade and closes her eyes. A light glow comes out of her hand and illuminates the sword causing it to become warm. She opens her eyes and sees the blade mending, slowly. She giggles happily and looks at the door to see if anyone is watching from the metal bars. The blade suddenly lifts from her hands and floats in mid-air. Ashley watches it as it turns into a bright, sparkling blue ball of light. Out of nowhere, there is a strike of lightning and a loud blast of thunder strikes the blade and a voice comes. You have mended me... I should have known that there was someone out there in the many worlds that has such power. No one but the Goddesses have this kind of power to mend such a magical blade. "You talk!?" Ashley says. Ahhh... yes, only if needed to. I am a soul-like sword that knows. I could not mend myself, but with you power alone I have been restored. I have been separated from my beholder. Shana, I need you to bring me to the Hero of Time. "Link?" Yes. I can be used to destroy all evil that is in your danger while you escape. Do not worry. If Ganondorf comes in here or any other being, hide me so they won't see that you have mended me. "Okay." Remember... remember that you have to do this. We are counting on you. "Who?" No answer. "WHO?" The sword's bright blue color fades and slowly drifts onto the bed. Ashley stares at it blankly. "Neat! Link has a awesome sword!!" Ashley picks up the sword with difficulty because of it weighing a lot and slowly slides it under the covers. She looks at the door, "I wanna get out of here!!" She then mumbles under her breath. "To save Link. How could Ganondorf do this? Aren't the girls supposed to be captured?" All of a sudden, Ashley hears a knock on the door. She grabs the hilt of the Master sword. The door opens and reveals the same girl that she saw. Nabooru. Nabooru closes the door, "Ganondorf wants the Master sword back." Oh crap. Ashley thought. "Uhh... well, you see...uhh..." "Well? Let me have it," Nabooru comes toward Ashley with one hand in front of her. Ashley thinks about what the Master sword has told her. "Use me to fend off evil." And that's just what she did. Ashley yanks out the master sword from the covers and stands on the bed staring at the wide-eyed Nabooru. "Want it?" she asks. Nabooru unsheathes her own sword, "Yeah." She has one too? Damnit. I thought this would be easy. Guess not. Ashley thinks. Ashley jumps off of the bed, runs to the wooden dungeon door, and opens it. Nabooru screams her battle yell. Ashley turns back just in time to block her with her sword. The Master sword glows its blue-ish gold color and gets lighter as Ashley blocks Nabooru's sword. Nabooru flies back into the stone wall letting out a yell. Ashley speaks softly to the sword, "Thanks," and starts down the hallway, leaving Nabooru seemingly to have a broken back.