CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ninnian woke up. He was in the darkest corner of the cell, shrouded by a black cloak. He put out his hands and felt around. He had been hiding in the corner for quite some time, like when he had sensed the Bokoblins approaching. Yaphet – the LATE Yaphet – had not known of him, for the blind boy had stayed in the shadows.
'Now I have no chance of escape,' he thought gloomily. 'There is no one to help me.'
Ninnian then got to his knees and did something he usually never did: he prayed to the Goddesses. He prayed that they would send to help him, maybe someone who would be one of the greatest warriors in the Great Sea! Ninnian closed his blind eyes and prayed.
The Hero of Time was sitting on a rust-colored horse with a beautiful white mane and tail. Aryll held out an arm to touch the horse, but she seemed unable to advance.
"Aryll, I was sent to you to make you able to full-fill your duties of the Heroine of Space. You will be able to alter Space, alter the world, and shape it! It takes power and magic, but I have FAITH in you, Heroine, I have FAITH!" The Hero of Time reached into a saddlebag and drew out a charcoal stone. Aryll touched it and the blackness fell away, and it was revealed to be a clear stone, with a fire glowing inside. Wrapped by the flames was a small model of the world that she lived it. Link tapped the magical stone and the Great Sea took place of the world model.
"Heroine, all you need to do is tap this magic stone and think of the name – or the shape – of the island or place you wish to see. Then, as you hold it, you think of how you wish to alter whatever you wish to alter and it alters! It will drain your energy, but are you willing to risk that?" whispered the Hero of Time. "Are you?"
Aryll gazed firmly into his eyes. "You don't know how sure I am of this, Hero of Time. You don't know how sure..."
The dream disappeared.
Aryll awoke and was grasping the stone that the Hero of Time had given her. She tapped it gently, and thought of the Forsaken Fortress. She saw the Fortress close up, and thought of the cells as she tapped it again. She then saw Ninnian there, pacing the cage!
"King, wake up!" Aryll whispered. She woke up both the King and Bryn. "King, we must go back to the Forsaken Fortress and save Ninnian! I swore to give him sight, I swore to – "
"Aryll, enough," whispered Bryn, turning the boat and putting up the sail. "Come on, King, let's go!"
Aryll thought and thought and thought and thought and thought...well, she did a lot of thinking.
'If I can alter land, then why not human abilities?' wondered Aryll. 'I could give Ninnian sight, I could, I could!'
She looked at Bryn, who was sound asleep, still exhausted after battling with Romney the Water-Winder and with Fraiuth Father. She had only muttered something about battling Gyorgs, Like-Likes, fish skeletons, Leevers, and a whole manner of other vile water beasts. She had murmured something about "Romney the Water-Winder and this crazy worm called Fraiuth Father 'nd his kids", but nothing more.
The King of Red Lions was asleep but still going towards the Forsaken Fortress because the sail was still up. Aryll then got another idea, and her face lit up with a smile. She tore off pieces of her dress at the bottom and gently wrapped them around Daphnes' eyes and Bryn's eyes. As Bryn gave a small grunt in her sleep and Aryll drew back, she got a sudden inspiration. She clutched her Space Stone and thought, 'Quadrant....' She then wondered what quadrant she was in. she looked around, bewildered, and saw Windfall a short while away. She grinned and tapped her stone while thinking of Crescent Moon Island. The Space Stone zoomed in on the quadrant and Aryll thought, 'The King of Red Lions boat!'
She could see herself now, skimming along the water in the boat. She zoomed in a bit closer and tilted her head to one side, a smile playing 'round her lips. She though of the pieces of cloth tying themselves around Bryn's eyes. She concentrated hard, very hard, so hard that her head began to pain her. She ignored it and concentrated harder. Her head was on fire, she would set the King on fire, and she could not swim well...
Suddenly, through the Space Stone, she could see the piece of cloth fly through the air and wrap itself around Bryn's head. She turned her own head to look at Bryn's (Bryn's head) and saw the cloth loosely bound around the sleeping girl's head. Aryll was gasping for breath, her mouth dry. Her legs felt weak and she was dizzy. But, worst of all, her head was killing her. She fell to the floor of the boat, clutching her head in her hands, but she suddenly drew her hands away. She was burning hot. Her hands were bleeding.
'Link didn't have to go through this,' she thought. 'His journey was just killing enemies. No pain done from the Wind Waker. Link was just a slayer of baddies. I have pain done from the Space Stone.'
Aryll, not the one to give up, made sure that the ties were good and decided to try to configure on last thing.
Aryll ripped some fabric from her dress and set it on the ground. She peered at the fabric through the Space Stone and concentrated hard on it turning emerald. The usual symptoms started, but now that she knew what to expect she ignored these and set her jaw. Concentrating hard on making the fabric change its shape and color, her headache hurt even more and she felt like screaming. A whimper escaped her lips but she gritted her teeth and forced back the scream. Suddenly, the hat turned into a floppy cone and was a brilliant shade of green.
Aryll let out a sigh and fainted this time.
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"You aren't supposed to mess with the Goddesses powers, Aryll, but they have decided that you are strong enough. The Space Stone was created by Din, who shaped the land. She thinks, and so do I, that you are strong enough and determined enough to be able to wield this Stone. Do not let us down!"
Aryll gazed at the Hero of Time, who was in her dream again, riding the horse, Epona.
"I will never let ye down, O Hero," Aryll promised, and woke up.
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Aryll swiftly made sure that the fabric was still over the King's and Bryn's eyes and then undressed. She held the Space Stone and concentrated on her dress, trying to make it into the green clothes, except with a skirt, that Link wore. After the headache and the pain, and after she had bitten her lip so hard that blood gushed forth and had bitten the inside of her cheek that a bit of blood trickled into her mouth, the clothes were emerald and looked like Link's. Aryll dressed hurriedly and put on the cap. Suddenly, her stomach pained her and she rushed to the edge of the boat. She was sick into the water. She washed her mouth, panting.
'NEVER! Never again will I do that,' she thought angrily, and settled down to sleep.
Link, the Hero of Wind Link, was trapped in a room. There was a pedestal in it. He wondered what it was for. There was an image of the Triforce on it.
'What IS this place?' he thought to himself. 'I have been trapped here for so weeks...or has it just been an hour?'
Link shook his head disgustedly and went over to the pedestal. There was a slit in it, like something was to be in it.
Suddenly, a door opened and someone who looked just like him, except older, came in, carrying –
"The Master Sword," breathed Link. "Hey, you!"
The teenager took no notice of Link, as if he was deaf. He was dressed in a blue tunic with a blue cap and white tights, exactly what Link was wearing, except that the tunic was blue, not green.
"Hello!" Link shouted in his ear. "Can you hear me?"
The teen shoved his sword into the pedestal and suddenly...
Link stumbled back, shielding his face from anything. When he opened his eyes, his jaw dropped. There was a boy 'round his age, wearing the same clothes as he did.
"HEY! BOYO!" Link almost screamed. The boy looked around as if he had heard a bit of the words. He pulled something that looked a magnifying glass. He pressed it against his eyes and looked around. He spotted Link and gasped.
"Who are you?!" demanded the boy.
"My name is Link, Hero of Wind. Who are you? What happened to the boy who was here before?" Link asked.
"MY name is Link, Hero of TIME. I went back in time, using the Master Sword, and heard you..." The Hero of Time stopped. "How long have you been in the Temple of Time?"
"So that's what this place is called. I've been in here for ages."
"Where do you come from?" asked the Hero of Time.
"I come from the Great Sea. Where is this?"
"This is Hyrule," explained the Hero of Time. The Hero of Wind gasped.
"NO! Hyrule has been destroyed..." the Hero of Wind trailed off. He looked at the Master Sword set in the pedestal and began to walk towards it.
"D-destroyed? H-how?" gasped the Hero of Time.
"Ganondorf, of course. Who else?" the Hero of Wind asked wryly. The Hero of Time managed a dry chuckle. The Hero of Wind grabbed the Master Sword by the hilt.
"NO!" yelped the Hero of Time, and pulled the Master Sword away from the Hero of Wind. Suddenly, the Sword was pulled out of the pedestal.
Nothing happened. The Hero of Time inserted it, then took it out. Inserted it, then took it out.
"WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING?!" yelled the Hero of Time. "Something must've gone wrong..."
The Hero of Wind's face was pale. "Hero of Time..." he began hoarsely, "methinks that the older version of you has taken place of me, forward in time!"
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Ninnian woke up. He was in the darkest corner of the cell, shrouded by a black cloak. He put out his hands and felt around. He had been hiding in the corner for quite some time, like when he had sensed the Bokoblins approaching. Yaphet – the LATE Yaphet – had not known of him, for the blind boy had stayed in the shadows.
'Now I have no chance of escape,' he thought gloomily. 'There is no one to help me.'
Ninnian then got to his knees and did something he usually never did: he prayed to the Goddesses. He prayed that they would send to help him, maybe someone who would be one of the greatest warriors in the Great Sea! Ninnian closed his blind eyes and prayed.
The Hero of Time was sitting on a rust-colored horse with a beautiful white mane and tail. Aryll held out an arm to touch the horse, but she seemed unable to advance.
"Aryll, I was sent to you to make you able to full-fill your duties of the Heroine of Space. You will be able to alter Space, alter the world, and shape it! It takes power and magic, but I have FAITH in you, Heroine, I have FAITH!" The Hero of Time reached into a saddlebag and drew out a charcoal stone. Aryll touched it and the blackness fell away, and it was revealed to be a clear stone, with a fire glowing inside. Wrapped by the flames was a small model of the world that she lived it. Link tapped the magical stone and the Great Sea took place of the world model.
"Heroine, all you need to do is tap this magic stone and think of the name – or the shape – of the island or place you wish to see. Then, as you hold it, you think of how you wish to alter whatever you wish to alter and it alters! It will drain your energy, but are you willing to risk that?" whispered the Hero of Time. "Are you?"
Aryll gazed firmly into his eyes. "You don't know how sure I am of this, Hero of Time. You don't know how sure..."
The dream disappeared.
Aryll awoke and was grasping the stone that the Hero of Time had given her. She tapped it gently, and thought of the Forsaken Fortress. She saw the Fortress close up, and thought of the cells as she tapped it again. She then saw Ninnian there, pacing the cage!
"King, wake up!" Aryll whispered. She woke up both the King and Bryn. "King, we must go back to the Forsaken Fortress and save Ninnian! I swore to give him sight, I swore to – "
"Aryll, enough," whispered Bryn, turning the boat and putting up the sail. "Come on, King, let's go!"
Aryll thought and thought and thought and thought and thought...well, she did a lot of thinking.
'If I can alter land, then why not human abilities?' wondered Aryll. 'I could give Ninnian sight, I could, I could!'
She looked at Bryn, who was sound asleep, still exhausted after battling with Romney the Water-Winder and with Fraiuth Father. She had only muttered something about battling Gyorgs, Like-Likes, fish skeletons, Leevers, and a whole manner of other vile water beasts. She had murmured something about "Romney the Water-Winder and this crazy worm called Fraiuth Father 'nd his kids", but nothing more.
The King of Red Lions was asleep but still going towards the Forsaken Fortress because the sail was still up. Aryll then got another idea, and her face lit up with a smile. She tore off pieces of her dress at the bottom and gently wrapped them around Daphnes' eyes and Bryn's eyes. As Bryn gave a small grunt in her sleep and Aryll drew back, she got a sudden inspiration. She clutched her Space Stone and thought, 'Quadrant....' She then wondered what quadrant she was in. she looked around, bewildered, and saw Windfall a short while away. She grinned and tapped her stone while thinking of Crescent Moon Island. The Space Stone zoomed in on the quadrant and Aryll thought, 'The King of Red Lions boat!'
She could see herself now, skimming along the water in the boat. She zoomed in a bit closer and tilted her head to one side, a smile playing 'round her lips. She though of the pieces of cloth tying themselves around Bryn's eyes. She concentrated hard, very hard, so hard that her head began to pain her. She ignored it and concentrated harder. Her head was on fire, she would set the King on fire, and she could not swim well...
Suddenly, through the Space Stone, she could see the piece of cloth fly through the air and wrap itself around Bryn's head. She turned her own head to look at Bryn's (Bryn's head) and saw the cloth loosely bound around the sleeping girl's head. Aryll was gasping for breath, her mouth dry. Her legs felt weak and she was dizzy. But, worst of all, her head was killing her. She fell to the floor of the boat, clutching her head in her hands, but she suddenly drew her hands away. She was burning hot. Her hands were bleeding.
'Link didn't have to go through this,' she thought. 'His journey was just killing enemies. No pain done from the Wind Waker. Link was just a slayer of baddies. I have pain done from the Space Stone.'
Aryll, not the one to give up, made sure that the ties were good and decided to try to configure on last thing.
Aryll ripped some fabric from her dress and set it on the ground. She peered at the fabric through the Space Stone and concentrated hard on it turning emerald. The usual symptoms started, but now that she knew what to expect she ignored these and set her jaw. Concentrating hard on making the fabric change its shape and color, her headache hurt even more and she felt like screaming. A whimper escaped her lips but she gritted her teeth and forced back the scream. Suddenly, the hat turned into a floppy cone and was a brilliant shade of green.
Aryll let out a sigh and fainted this time.
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"You aren't supposed to mess with the Goddesses powers, Aryll, but they have decided that you are strong enough. The Space Stone was created by Din, who shaped the land. She thinks, and so do I, that you are strong enough and determined enough to be able to wield this Stone. Do not let us down!"
Aryll gazed at the Hero of Time, who was in her dream again, riding the horse, Epona.
"I will never let ye down, O Hero," Aryll promised, and woke up.
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Aryll swiftly made sure that the fabric was still over the King's and Bryn's eyes and then undressed. She held the Space Stone and concentrated on her dress, trying to make it into the green clothes, except with a skirt, that Link wore. After the headache and the pain, and after she had bitten her lip so hard that blood gushed forth and had bitten the inside of her cheek that a bit of blood trickled into her mouth, the clothes were emerald and looked like Link's. Aryll dressed hurriedly and put on the cap. Suddenly, her stomach pained her and she rushed to the edge of the boat. She was sick into the water. She washed her mouth, panting.
'NEVER! Never again will I do that,' she thought angrily, and settled down to sleep.
Link, the Hero of Wind Link, was trapped in a room. There was a pedestal in it. He wondered what it was for. There was an image of the Triforce on it.
'What IS this place?' he thought to himself. 'I have been trapped here for so weeks...or has it just been an hour?'
Link shook his head disgustedly and went over to the pedestal. There was a slit in it, like something was to be in it.
Suddenly, a door opened and someone who looked just like him, except older, came in, carrying –
"The Master Sword," breathed Link. "Hey, you!"
The teenager took no notice of Link, as if he was deaf. He was dressed in a blue tunic with a blue cap and white tights, exactly what Link was wearing, except that the tunic was blue, not green.
"Hello!" Link shouted in his ear. "Can you hear me?"
The teen shoved his sword into the pedestal and suddenly...
Link stumbled back, shielding his face from anything. When he opened his eyes, his jaw dropped. There was a boy 'round his age, wearing the same clothes as he did.
"HEY! BOYO!" Link almost screamed. The boy looked around as if he had heard a bit of the words. He pulled something that looked a magnifying glass. He pressed it against his eyes and looked around. He spotted Link and gasped.
"Who are you?!" demanded the boy.
"My name is Link, Hero of Wind. Who are you? What happened to the boy who was here before?" Link asked.
"MY name is Link, Hero of TIME. I went back in time, using the Master Sword, and heard you..." The Hero of Time stopped. "How long have you been in the Temple of Time?"
"So that's what this place is called. I've been in here for ages."
"Where do you come from?" asked the Hero of Time.
"I come from the Great Sea. Where is this?"
"This is Hyrule," explained the Hero of Time. The Hero of Wind gasped.
"NO! Hyrule has been destroyed..." the Hero of Wind trailed off. He looked at the Master Sword set in the pedestal and began to walk towards it.
"D-destroyed? H-how?" gasped the Hero of Time.
"Ganondorf, of course. Who else?" the Hero of Wind asked wryly. The Hero of Time managed a dry chuckle. The Hero of Wind grabbed the Master Sword by the hilt.
"NO!" yelped the Hero of Time, and pulled the Master Sword away from the Hero of Wind. Suddenly, the Sword was pulled out of the pedestal.
Nothing happened. The Hero of Time inserted it, then took it out. Inserted it, then took it out.
"WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING?!" yelled the Hero of Time. "Something must've gone wrong..."
The Hero of Wind's face was pale. "Hero of Time..." he began hoarsely, "methinks that the older version of you has taken place of me, forward in time!"
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