Sashralla sat down in a wooden chair sipping some ale as he did so. He was
fighting a slight hangover from the night before. "Man," he muttered.
Drinking was all it seemed he was doing these days. Alcohol was the only
thing that seemed to make the pain go away, even if it was only a temporary
remedy. It was all he could do to not go back to Kakariko and let the
soldiers come. He missed Impa, he missed the people, and he missed contact
with the outside world. Oh, another wave of nausea over took him. There
would be no hope for the land. Soon Agahnim's men would find him and soon
after the two worlds, dark and light would fuse into one monstrosity. He
took another drink and closed his eyes.
Link looked into the eyes of the soldier. He twisted in the man's grip and tried to snap a quick punch off to the man's armored face. The man just turned his head slightly so the fist could collide against cold steel. Link's knuckles ached and with that pain the pain in his shoulder came back. Another guard to his right held his weapons, his sword, his shield, and even his boomerang. All that they let him keep were the clothes on his back.
"Look here. We caught the hero that's been causing a ruckus in the castle. What do'ya think we should do wit' him?" the soldier holding Link said to his companions.
"I think we should take him in an' get the reward. Two hundred rupees would do well jingling in my pocket. I mean our pockets."
A third soldier approached Link and slung a fist into his stomach. Blood mixed with saliva shot from between the young man's lips and hit the dirt. Link cursed. How would he get out of this one? "I say," said the third soldier, "that we just beat the tar out of him. Afterwards we can get the reward. That way we can get the money and have a good time."
Link slung back his elbow and caught the soldier holding him by surprise. The man in the armor dropped him and fell back holding his nose. Well, he was out of the hold, now he just needed to find a way to get back his equipment. He rushed off into the dirt-covered forest of dirt mounds. "GET HIM!" the head of the group cried, unsheathing his sword.
Link slid behind the first dirt mound and then cut a sharp left and ran behind another. He heard the metal sliding against metal of the soldier's armor and knew they hadn't given up the chase. This was all so beautiful.
The lead soldier was also the only one who had any idea the path the boy had taken. He stopped for a moment and looked at the ground. The ground was dusty enough that he could see the footsteps the boy had made. "This way," he grunted and motioned with his hand. The rest of the group followed him.
Link looked behind him. They were right there. What was he going to do? At the worst possible moment a rock came out of nowhere tripping the green clothed boy to the dirt. Link pushed himself up and cursed. They were right in front of him now, all ready to kill him at a moment's notice. Sweat ran down Link's face and mixed with the cuts on his face created a stinging sensation that Link hardly noticed.
The soldier walked towards the boy, who was now backed against a dirt mound, and looked into the boy's face. The soldier smiled, and that smile was the last expression on his face. Suddenly a small smooth stone smashed through his chest, ripping also through the skin and muscle, tearing finally out the man's back.
The other two soldiers took a step back as they watched their leader disintegrate like all of Agahnim's warriors did. Link looked in disbelief as both in their own time joined their comrade in the same death. What had done it? Did he want to know?
Link ran to retrieve his things, which were now lying on the ground as if they had just dropped there, and heard a loud hissing sound. He brought his sword to bear and looked into the eyes of a large eight-legged bug like creature sitting on top of the dirt mound. He had heard of these creatures. They were called octorocks, for their legs, and their ability to fire high velocity bullets from their snouts. "Oh crap!" Link said as he pulled his shield onto his arm and grabbed his boomerang. He took off to the left and felt the breeze as a stone creased the skin on his right arm.
He cursed again and dove behind another dirt mound. He heard another hiss that was soon followed by a chorus of hisses. He slid his shield onto his back and ran again trying as hard as possible to get out of the forest of dirt mounds. "They must live in those mounds," he said to himself, hoping that it wasn't the last voice he heard. "That could mean there are thousands of them."
Hundreds of bullet-stones flew at him, some bashing into other octorock- mounds breaking holes in them and causing more of the beetles to crawl out. This was not good. Like a gift from heaven it seemed that the dirt mounds were at an end. He smiled, and hoped. That's all he could do. The canyon that he had been running along the entire time opened up and Link made a sharp turn to enter the pass. Surprisingly, the opening of the canyon was filled with stairs leading up.
Link took no time to decide whether this was a good idea and instead just ran the stairs as quickly as his legs would carry him. His breath was becoming labored and a cramp was eating away at his side. When would he be able to stop? he asked himself. He looked behind him to see if the demon bugs were still after him. No. It was like a miracle. They had stopped their pursuit. Unfortunately for Link however he hadn't stopped and because of that he tumbled from a ledge and into a carved area of the canyon.
The drop wasn't too far and the impact of the fall only knocked him unconscious.
Sashralla woke suddenly from his drunken sleep as he heard a hard thud right out his front door. "Great another octorock wandering away from the mounds," he muttered to himself as he threw the door open. To his surprise however it was a boy. Or a young man to be more precise. A very unconscious young man. "A human being!" Sashralla said as he pulled the boy, and half dragged half carried him into the barracks.
It wasn't long before Link came too. He felt like had just been run over by a carriage. He rolled out of the bed he was in and stood to his feet. Not the best idea he soon realized as pain shot through his body. He walked through a doorway leaving the room with the bed and entering another room, this one inhabited by an old man.
Sashralla turned his head at the noise behind him and looked at the young man's face. It was cut and bruised and blood stained. It was also smiling. He walked slowly and approached Sashralla.
"You live here right?" Link asked the old man.
"Yes. Of course I live here," the old man replied.
"Then would you by chance know where the Elder Sashralla lives?"
"Now what would a boy like yourself want with an old drunk like Sashralla."
"I know from trusting sources that Sashralla is a good man and I'd prefer if you wouldn't denounce his name by calling him a drunk."
To that Sashralla laughed. This boy was flattering. "Well yes I do happen to know where he is. What business do you have with him?"
Link was silent for a moment. "I need to ask him about the Master Sword."
Sashralla was blown away. What would one so young want with the sword of evils bane? Was he a spy from Agahnim? "Who are you young man?"
"My name is Link. Can you tell me where Sashralla lives?"
Sashralla was still blown away by the boys wish to know of the Master Sword. "Yes, yes of course. I am Sashralla."
Link was blown away by the old man's impudence. "No you're not. You're just an old drunk!"
Sashralla sat deeper into his chair. "Unfortunately son, that is what I've have degenerated to. Who told you where I lived? Who sent you?"
Link moved over to a stool by the fireplace, "Uh, can I move this?"
"Of course, of course."
Link moved the stool so that it sat across from the old man and sat down. "Princess Zelda of Hyrule sent me. The lady Impa told me where you lived."
The old man's eyes lit up. "My darling Impa! How is she? Tell me I must know!" he said exuberantly.
"You are Sashralla aren't you. Impa is fine. She misses you a lot and prays daily for your safe return. She sent me because she, well and Zelda, believe that I might be the one who can stop Agahnim."
"Oh, praise the goddesses. I thank you a million times young man. What can I do to repay you?"
"Well I'd like to know where to find the Master Sword."
Immediately Sashralla's mood changed. "The Master Sword is not a toy boy. It isn't something you can just find and take. Its much more than that. There are three tokens that must be collected before the Master Sword can be taken from its resting-place. The pendants of courage, power, and wisdom, must be in the possession of the one who wishes to use the great blade."
"Uh huh. And where can I get the pendants?" Link asked more intrested than ever.
"That's not the question you should be asking. You should be asking am I ready to get the pendants. You see each of the pendants are safe in a palace. In the palace, traps and puzzles have been set to ward off even the most powerful men. The final difficulty however is to overcome the dungeons enemy. The guardian of the medallion. All three of the guardians have immense strength and all three must be defeated before the Master Sword can be obtained. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Where can I find the first of these palaces?"
"The first palace is the East Palace not far from here. If you wish to retrieve the Master Sword from its slumber than that is your next destination."
"I see. I guess your not such a dirty old drunk after all."
"Well let's not jump to conclusions," Sashralla said with a laugh.
"Whatever you say." With that Link left the house.
Sashralla thought to himself, "That boy might actually be able to do it," and then the door opened again and Link peeked his head in.
"You wouldn't happen to know where my sword and shield are would you?"
A/N. Okay so I didn't write Link going into the East Palace yet. Look forward to that within two days. I doubt it will take that long for me to write though. Well I'm glad I have fans. Keep up the reviews people.
Link looked into the eyes of the soldier. He twisted in the man's grip and tried to snap a quick punch off to the man's armored face. The man just turned his head slightly so the fist could collide against cold steel. Link's knuckles ached and with that pain the pain in his shoulder came back. Another guard to his right held his weapons, his sword, his shield, and even his boomerang. All that they let him keep were the clothes on his back.
"Look here. We caught the hero that's been causing a ruckus in the castle. What do'ya think we should do wit' him?" the soldier holding Link said to his companions.
"I think we should take him in an' get the reward. Two hundred rupees would do well jingling in my pocket. I mean our pockets."
A third soldier approached Link and slung a fist into his stomach. Blood mixed with saliva shot from between the young man's lips and hit the dirt. Link cursed. How would he get out of this one? "I say," said the third soldier, "that we just beat the tar out of him. Afterwards we can get the reward. That way we can get the money and have a good time."
Link slung back his elbow and caught the soldier holding him by surprise. The man in the armor dropped him and fell back holding his nose. Well, he was out of the hold, now he just needed to find a way to get back his equipment. He rushed off into the dirt-covered forest of dirt mounds. "GET HIM!" the head of the group cried, unsheathing his sword.
Link slid behind the first dirt mound and then cut a sharp left and ran behind another. He heard the metal sliding against metal of the soldier's armor and knew they hadn't given up the chase. This was all so beautiful.
The lead soldier was also the only one who had any idea the path the boy had taken. He stopped for a moment and looked at the ground. The ground was dusty enough that he could see the footsteps the boy had made. "This way," he grunted and motioned with his hand. The rest of the group followed him.
Link looked behind him. They were right there. What was he going to do? At the worst possible moment a rock came out of nowhere tripping the green clothed boy to the dirt. Link pushed himself up and cursed. They were right in front of him now, all ready to kill him at a moment's notice. Sweat ran down Link's face and mixed with the cuts on his face created a stinging sensation that Link hardly noticed.
The soldier walked towards the boy, who was now backed against a dirt mound, and looked into the boy's face. The soldier smiled, and that smile was the last expression on his face. Suddenly a small smooth stone smashed through his chest, ripping also through the skin and muscle, tearing finally out the man's back.
The other two soldiers took a step back as they watched their leader disintegrate like all of Agahnim's warriors did. Link looked in disbelief as both in their own time joined their comrade in the same death. What had done it? Did he want to know?
Link ran to retrieve his things, which were now lying on the ground as if they had just dropped there, and heard a loud hissing sound. He brought his sword to bear and looked into the eyes of a large eight-legged bug like creature sitting on top of the dirt mound. He had heard of these creatures. They were called octorocks, for their legs, and their ability to fire high velocity bullets from their snouts. "Oh crap!" Link said as he pulled his shield onto his arm and grabbed his boomerang. He took off to the left and felt the breeze as a stone creased the skin on his right arm.
He cursed again and dove behind another dirt mound. He heard another hiss that was soon followed by a chorus of hisses. He slid his shield onto his back and ran again trying as hard as possible to get out of the forest of dirt mounds. "They must live in those mounds," he said to himself, hoping that it wasn't the last voice he heard. "That could mean there are thousands of them."
Hundreds of bullet-stones flew at him, some bashing into other octorock- mounds breaking holes in them and causing more of the beetles to crawl out. This was not good. Like a gift from heaven it seemed that the dirt mounds were at an end. He smiled, and hoped. That's all he could do. The canyon that he had been running along the entire time opened up and Link made a sharp turn to enter the pass. Surprisingly, the opening of the canyon was filled with stairs leading up.
Link took no time to decide whether this was a good idea and instead just ran the stairs as quickly as his legs would carry him. His breath was becoming labored and a cramp was eating away at his side. When would he be able to stop? he asked himself. He looked behind him to see if the demon bugs were still after him. No. It was like a miracle. They had stopped their pursuit. Unfortunately for Link however he hadn't stopped and because of that he tumbled from a ledge and into a carved area of the canyon.
The drop wasn't too far and the impact of the fall only knocked him unconscious.
Sashralla woke suddenly from his drunken sleep as he heard a hard thud right out his front door. "Great another octorock wandering away from the mounds," he muttered to himself as he threw the door open. To his surprise however it was a boy. Or a young man to be more precise. A very unconscious young man. "A human being!" Sashralla said as he pulled the boy, and half dragged half carried him into the barracks.
It wasn't long before Link came too. He felt like had just been run over by a carriage. He rolled out of the bed he was in and stood to his feet. Not the best idea he soon realized as pain shot through his body. He walked through a doorway leaving the room with the bed and entering another room, this one inhabited by an old man.
Sashralla turned his head at the noise behind him and looked at the young man's face. It was cut and bruised and blood stained. It was also smiling. He walked slowly and approached Sashralla.
"You live here right?" Link asked the old man.
"Yes. Of course I live here," the old man replied.
"Then would you by chance know where the Elder Sashralla lives?"
"Now what would a boy like yourself want with an old drunk like Sashralla."
"I know from trusting sources that Sashralla is a good man and I'd prefer if you wouldn't denounce his name by calling him a drunk."
To that Sashralla laughed. This boy was flattering. "Well yes I do happen to know where he is. What business do you have with him?"
Link was silent for a moment. "I need to ask him about the Master Sword."
Sashralla was blown away. What would one so young want with the sword of evils bane? Was he a spy from Agahnim? "Who are you young man?"
"My name is Link. Can you tell me where Sashralla lives?"
Sashralla was still blown away by the boys wish to know of the Master Sword. "Yes, yes of course. I am Sashralla."
Link was blown away by the old man's impudence. "No you're not. You're just an old drunk!"
Sashralla sat deeper into his chair. "Unfortunately son, that is what I've have degenerated to. Who told you where I lived? Who sent you?"
Link moved over to a stool by the fireplace, "Uh, can I move this?"
"Of course, of course."
Link moved the stool so that it sat across from the old man and sat down. "Princess Zelda of Hyrule sent me. The lady Impa told me where you lived."
The old man's eyes lit up. "My darling Impa! How is she? Tell me I must know!" he said exuberantly.
"You are Sashralla aren't you. Impa is fine. She misses you a lot and prays daily for your safe return. She sent me because she, well and Zelda, believe that I might be the one who can stop Agahnim."
"Oh, praise the goddesses. I thank you a million times young man. What can I do to repay you?"
"Well I'd like to know where to find the Master Sword."
Immediately Sashralla's mood changed. "The Master Sword is not a toy boy. It isn't something you can just find and take. Its much more than that. There are three tokens that must be collected before the Master Sword can be taken from its resting-place. The pendants of courage, power, and wisdom, must be in the possession of the one who wishes to use the great blade."
"Uh huh. And where can I get the pendants?" Link asked more intrested than ever.
"That's not the question you should be asking. You should be asking am I ready to get the pendants. You see each of the pendants are safe in a palace. In the palace, traps and puzzles have been set to ward off even the most powerful men. The final difficulty however is to overcome the dungeons enemy. The guardian of the medallion. All three of the guardians have immense strength and all three must be defeated before the Master Sword can be obtained. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Where can I find the first of these palaces?"
"The first palace is the East Palace not far from here. If you wish to retrieve the Master Sword from its slumber than that is your next destination."
"I see. I guess your not such a dirty old drunk after all."
"Well let's not jump to conclusions," Sashralla said with a laugh.
"Whatever you say." With that Link left the house.
Sashralla thought to himself, "That boy might actually be able to do it," and then the door opened again and Link peeked his head in.
"You wouldn't happen to know where my sword and shield are would you?"
A/N. Okay so I didn't write Link going into the East Palace yet. Look forward to that within two days. I doubt it will take that long for me to write though. Well I'm glad I have fans. Keep up the reviews people.