~ Disclaimer ~ So I don't own Zelda. So what?! I own Kohachan so there!
Although, Tarawen belongs to CrysSton16. On with the intro.
*Staring at Veilius' review* I-I've lost . . . something in my writing? My charm? NOOOOOOO!!! *Breaks down crying* I knew updating too fast would do something awful! Well . . . at the very least I've taken into consideration changing the title since you did bring up a good point. But still . . . I lost something? T_T
Because I can't live long without writing, nice and simple or mind- blowingly complex, I'm going to give this little chapter a go. It'll be rough, more than likely, but I do love the ideas I have for it. ^_^ Poor Tarawen . . .
Now, on to the dedications. I dedicate this chapter to Shadow Knight (But Merrick has enough enemies, no? Why bring Tarawen into the mess?), the Primagen (Yes, Zolaris will do better next time, thanks for ending the info, though), Angle1 (Front row seat? I can get us VIP behind the scenes!), Dragonkiller (No, Kohachan won't come back. T_T), Veilius (Heh, muses, eh? I'm telling you, give them too much power . . . well, you know what happens. Ask Shadow Knight -_^), and Jelie36 (who needs to catch up just a little bit. Happy B-Day!!)
Okay, I do believe that is enough.
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~ Cries in the Night ~
Link tried to rest as no one entered the cell room. He rested against the wall, hand hovering over the wound. It felt stiff, but more than that, it was cold. So bitterly cold. He was restless as the chill seeped around the wound up into his shoulder and down to his thing. He was shivering as Crystal slept peacefully. Let her rest. When in the fight, supposedly, he would be powerless to help Crystal.
He soon realized why the fighters hadn't stabbed his arm. This way, his right leg was somewhat slowed as well. He could only hope Kohachan would hurry. Did the Sheikah even know where Link was? He seemed to know before but that was when he could follow. This time, Link had followed him.
Link bowed his head forward and hugged himself, trying to keep his teeth from chattering. If only there was a blanket or something. Anything! He was still without his tunic or hat. Only plain black long pants provided by his captors. Again he looked through the bars at the other side of the room where his sword leaned against the wall. He slowly reached with his left hand, as though to grasp it. He could feel the grip of it, so easily fitted to his hands.
Closing his eyes, he drew upon the flame that was his magic. It flickered with protest of being stirred but then obeyed and flared larger. He opened his eyes to see his sword. It was slightly glowing from the distant contact but not budging.
Link suddenly laughed at himself for such a thought: the sword returning upon command. He winced as the laugh stirred his wounded side painfully. Then let his hand fall into his lap. The sword gleamed dully for a moment as the magic dissipated then was once again only a gray shape in the shadows.
At least there was no guard around. With a thought, Link began to whistle. He whistled a continuous, plaintive tune. The Song of Healing. He fancied he could feel the chill in his side retreating but was corrected as he tapped his ribs and a ripple of pins and needles flew through his skin. He had to chuckle at the feel and deciding he wasn't going to get some sleep, the restless Hylian started stretching out as best he could.
Each movement stretched or closed the scabbed wound to where Link was hissing at the sharper movements but soon the chill was starting to leave him as well as the stiffness in his knees. His bare feet were soon used to the cold of the stone floor as he began a few more maneuvers.
He practiced the footwork for the spin attack, bracing his feet at first, then leaping off one and pushing off to be pulled by his own blade into three circles. It was a dizzying attack, no doubt, and it did look rather silly but with his sword, it would probably well save his life.
He grinned in confidence once again as a few beads of sweat rolled down his face and ribs. He realized the wound didn't bother him nearly as bad though pressure against his right shoulder flared with pain. At least he could still fight!
Though there was only one window in the cell room but it didn't show any white moon, Link had a feeling in himself where the moon was and he turned toward that part of the ceiling. If he were strong, he wouldn't need rescuing. Just as in the Gerudo training grounds, though at least it was warm then. Perhaps it was a bit too warm but not freezing cold like this new cell.
He sighed and leaned against the cold wall before sliding down it and relaxing once again. He would need to appear as though he were helpless, that would be best. He'd win a few flukes if they tried testing him with their own warriors but soon they'd grow suspicious of his skill with his left hand. That was when things could get ugly.
"Sheikah," He said silently, "you had best hurry the heck up."
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Toloran stooped once again. Kohachan and Zolaris flanked out beside him. As three individuals, they remained in contact with each other through small whistles or hand signals. Toloran ordered the other two to back down. He crept forward, carefully pressing a hand to a large stone mostly buried under the ground.
It was quiet under his hand. Yet . . . it had been trod upon lately. There was a small part less damp from dew than the rest. He dared sneak a peek at the stone, careful of his surroundings. Every one of his senses was alert. Indeed, the stone had been stepped over just recently.
Surprised, he looked in the direction the footprint pointed and heard only the slightest of grumbling from a bored guard. He grinned nervously. That was a bit close. He signaled Zolaris to go ahead, since he was keen on stealth. Tarawen refrained from barking her concern as she stuck to Kohachan under his cloak.
Zolaris removed a short knife from the sheath on his calf, just in case he needed it, and darted forward. Silent as the shadow fighters, he darted to the small over rocky formation that formed a line around the main base. One of the fighters was approaching the area. Zolaris pulled the cloak over himself to which it melted into the stonework.
The guard almost passed safely but turned to look at the jungle once more. Kohachan held his breath as the yellow eyes passed over him. He stopped his pacing and Kohachan's heart froze for a few beats. But even as he smothered his thoughts to nearly null, only mentally chanting, "Nothing, nothing, nothing" the guard remained persistent.
Tarawen's fur was bristling as she could smell the fighter. She slowly hissed, unable to catch herself. A black sword was soon in the guard's hands as he intently studied the shrubbery. Kohachan felt himself growing dizzy as his heart refused to beat. Tarawen braced herself firmly against his crouched leg, bunching her muscles for a leap when the fighter suddenly fell over on top of them, the sword falling but vanishing before making a sound.
Tarawen let out a high whine as the guard collapsed and in his place stood Zolaris with his dagger. He smirked at Kohachan and Tarawen, "You owe me another sparring match now." Kohachan grinned as his heart pounded in his chest, blood flowed normally and his thoughts were clear as Toloran came out of hiding to check on them. All were fine.
Kohachan delivered a solid thump to Zolaris' back to silence the boys chuckles. They came upon the wall and dared a peak over. What they saw didn't impress them.
A few storage buildings above ground but they were meaningless. What was important were the larger buildings. Boxy structures of wood, they looked all but important but it was what they hid that held value. The entire compound was held underground. Underground and possibly through a tunnel leading into some natural cavern or another. Kohachan took a deep breath. Somehow, they had to get into that compound. It would seem impossible to anything larger that a toy . . .
One at a time, each of the Sheikah looked down to Tarawen. She felt their eyes on her and glanced up. Looking into each, she fell to the ground from the lip of the wall and backed away from them. Zolaris' shoulders jumped while Toloran held two fingers to his lips firmly to keep from laughing. Kohachan reached for her.
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Link had fallen asleep but not a full sleep. He felt odd as he could feel the cage around him but small illusions of dreams teased and taunted him. He tried to pull himself up from the dream creations but was unable to. The sword, which he could still see somehow, was handled. Two powerful hands wrapped around the hilt and lifted it up.
The hands wore gray/silver gauntlets. Beyond them, a white, skintight shirt clung to well-formed arm muscles. This in turn ran up to a silver/white tunic. Link looked with a tinge of fear at the face. Two glowing white eyes penetrated him while war-like markings and white hair in his own style framed the white face. It was the Fierce Deity. Link felt himself quake as the creation's touch transformed the blade into a silver and green double blade, glowing with absolute power.
The figure scowled at his cowardice and approached. To the Deity, the bars were nothing. He stepped through them, his entire body glowing. He raised the sword above Link. Link caught any breath he could draw in his throat. This was the end. Killed not at the hands of his captors but by the specter whose mask he had used. The sword came down and slapped his shoulder.
He screamed.
He screamed for all his worth.
He screamed till his lungs choked him.
A small fox screamed even louder and clawed into his shoulder to hold tight. Link opened his eyes. He never realized they were closed! He looked around the dark room, an uproar of feet running about outside was easily distinguishable as Crystal was also up, her hair flipped over her head in disarray for the sudden awakening.
Link's eyes eventually found the small fox that had played the sword strike. He looked to the other side of the cell. His sword still leaned against the wall, untouched. Three fighters poured into the room, demanding answers in their babbling language as the fox hid behind Link then darted into the shadows and past the guards.
Slowly, one of the guards realized Link had only a nightmare. Scoffing and spitting at the cage, all three left the room and called order back among the other guards. Link looked around, wondering if one illusion was actually real. That fox. He had seen it only for a moment but it looked strikingly a lot like the one with Kohachan. Link wiped cold sweat from himself as Crystal calmly asked for an explanation.
Slowly, Link's breaths returned to normal and he grinned to her, "I think the Sheikah are finally here." Crystal glared at him for a moment but then the words registered a possibility. Her eyes brightened and she pumped one fist in a soon to come victory.
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"My Goddesses, we are too late." Toloran caught his breath in his throat as the scream of sheer terror died away. "They're killing him in there!" Zolaris turned even paler if that was possible as Kohachan held a hand to his throat. He could only imagine what the scream had meant.
All three Sheikah bowed their heads in reverence for a moment as Toloran noticed something. He grabbed Kohachan's shoulder and shook it firmly. "Look, the guards. They're scrambling! I don't think they were expecting a torture session tonight." Zolaris stood on the wall fully. No guard sounded, no alarm went off, no throwing stars thrown, no weapon was fired at him. He grinned, his eyes glowing darkly as he looked back to the others.
Kohachan leaped over the wall past him, katana drawn and gleaming brightly. Toloran also leaped past, just behind Kohachan, both leaving Zolaris behind. Zolaris stared at them indignantly before leaping upward and away from the wall landing on the grounds just in front of them. As one, they ran to the nearest warehouse.
Zolaris ran toward the building that Tarawen had leaped into. She said she could smell out a scent other than the fighters. It had to be the captives. A throwing star cut him off. He fell backward away from it as it appeared just in front of his nose, stabbing deep into the wood.
He glared venomously at the fighter who'd thrown the star. The kill would have to be quick to avoid an alarm. He half drew his sword but sprinted straight at the fighter. The eyes of the Hydra were glowing, hypnotizing the foe into paralysis. He drew the weapon as it gleamed despite that its power was suppressed.
After the kill, Zolaris quickly cleaned the blade, and re-sheathed it. The full moon was approaching, the blade would be stronger as it drew near . . .
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Toloran nodded in approval, having witnessed the attack. Indeed, Zolaris had grown very much so since Kohachan had left. Now that they were together again, they were even stronger! He tapped gently on a wall, pressing one ear to it to listen for sounds. Nothing.
With a small sigh of resentment, he darted away from that building to check another one. Which building hid the basement. The one with the loudest yell of protest and possibly alarm would tell him that.
He tapped another one. Nope, not that either. Growling with frustration, he dashed to the next, not wanting to waist what little time they had left. Soon, the confusion caused by the scream would settle. Then they'd be in big trouble.
Well, he had to be sure none of them panicked. Their secret weapons would have to remain secret until absolutely necessary. He set one hand onto a small bag. Orbs in the bag were easily distinguishable under the heavy leather-like material. If it came to that, the base would be a blast to get out of. He grinned at his own joke and continued the search.
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Kohachan stayed in one area, high in a tree on the side of the base, he searched over it, finding guards returning to their posts. Too bad he didn't have the telepathy Tarawen and the other Kitsune knew so well. At least he had something just as useful.
He leaped from the tree, landing effortlessly, silently, and unnoticed onto one of the stronger wooden rooftops. Stepping up behind and over one of the guards, he drew forth a throwing knife and delivered it straight into the guard's throat. The black clothed figure fell like a sac of potatoes with only a thump to prove his location. Not enough.
With that, he leaped from one roof to the next, crouching low to keep out of sight. The process of elimination among the rows and aisles of buildings would be quicker. Supposedly, there were three or four entrances to the underground area. Each entrance was heavily guarded.
That was one goal. Locate each entrance. Yet they also needed to find the location of the cells as well. Knowing the fighters, Tarawen assured them that the cells would be near the entrances. Thus there would be three or four.
He scratched his head in frustration. All they needed was one stinking map of the building! A sudden crash followed by several angry shouts caught his attention as well as that of Zolaris and Toloran.
A small, red fox with a rolled up piece of parchment in her jaws was running from at least half a dozen fighters, each one wielding a weapon of some sort from spears to black katanas to battle axes. Kohachan leaped and dashed along the roofs. He would not allow injury to befall Tarawen!
Zolaris was the closest and the faster one between Kohachan and himself anyway. Toloran shrugged. The two young ones could take care of the situation. It was only three on one. He stopped to think about the odds for a moment. Perhaps he was overestimating his friends? Well, a scuffle would be a grand escape from the monotony quickly rising.
He drew his own broadsword and turned to join the fight when he noticed Tarawen. Indeed, he was duty-bound to protect her in the mission. With a closer look at her, he saw the parchment in her jaws. Could it be? A map!
Grasping the blade in both hands, he made it his own personal business that nothing would get close to her!
Tarawen was cut off. Tree more fighters appeared in front of her from the jungle. She was so close! The rest chasing her surrounded her on all sides. She shivered slightly when the sound of fighters being beaten off came from her right. Just as she glanced over in that direction, a shadowed figure leaped up from the back of the crowd and landed on top of a fighter just near her.
The fighter sprawled on the grounds, two feet standing on his back. She looked up to recognize Zolaris. Another shout of pain came from the other side and Toloran made himself known. He twisted the neck of one fighter and sharply elbowed another before either of them could react.
By then, the fighters began to shift to defend themselves against the new opponents. A loud yell announced their final new opponent. Tarawen gripped the parchment a bit tighter in her jaw and darted to Toloran, wanting to get as far off the ground as possible. She knew very well what was to come next.
Kohachan gathered as much energy as he could into his katana. He chanted a spell into it as he held it up. The ground began to give underneath him, just a little. He finally struck with blade to the ground in a vertical slash. All the power of the blade rippled through the ground and ran like a fissure toward the group.
Toloran and Zolaris leaped away. Neither of them were surprised that Kohachan would go through such lengths to save Tarawen. But did he really have to leave the fissure strike? This would make the rescue later even more difficult.
When the rubble settled, only a few fighters were left alive but even they were wounded. Behind them, in the base, the alarm finally rang out. Kohachan brushed his well-warmed blade and re-sheathed it. Tarawen chirped in appreciation and congratulations but dropped the map. Toloran picked it up as Tarawen ran to Kohachan.
Leaping onto his shoulder, she nuzzled his cheek as all three Sheikah began their mad dash into the forest. Nothing could stop them right then and indeed the fighters had to remain behind to help their fallen comrades. They would find out the Sheikah's plans soon enough.
Just as son as they could talk to the prisoners. One of them would know about the Sheikah plans! One more day then one night following. The dawn after that was when the first captive would be disposable. Until then, the two others would serve as a fair entertainment as well as practice . . . if the boy lasted long enough.
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Eat that, all who think I lost my touch! Yes, the last is a bit stale but that's cause once again it is the A.M. hours with no sun. I do hope someone out there laughed at Link. I was laughing while typing it!
Thank you, Jelie36. I was stuck for a bit but you said you love this story so I kept going and got it done! Thankie!!! ^_^
Poor Tarawen as well but at least she was saved! Heh, Kohachan was angry, no? He is . . . protective.
*Yawn* Now for some well earned rest . . .
Till next time!
*Staring at Veilius' review* I-I've lost . . . something in my writing? My charm? NOOOOOOO!!! *Breaks down crying* I knew updating too fast would do something awful! Well . . . at the very least I've taken into consideration changing the title since you did bring up a good point. But still . . . I lost something? T_T
Because I can't live long without writing, nice and simple or mind- blowingly complex, I'm going to give this little chapter a go. It'll be rough, more than likely, but I do love the ideas I have for it. ^_^ Poor Tarawen . . .
Now, on to the dedications. I dedicate this chapter to Shadow Knight (But Merrick has enough enemies, no? Why bring Tarawen into the mess?), the Primagen (Yes, Zolaris will do better next time, thanks for ending the info, though), Angle1 (Front row seat? I can get us VIP behind the scenes!), Dragonkiller (No, Kohachan won't come back. T_T), Veilius (Heh, muses, eh? I'm telling you, give them too much power . . . well, you know what happens. Ask Shadow Knight -_^), and Jelie36 (who needs to catch up just a little bit. Happy B-Day!!)
Okay, I do believe that is enough.
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~ Cries in the Night ~
Link tried to rest as no one entered the cell room. He rested against the wall, hand hovering over the wound. It felt stiff, but more than that, it was cold. So bitterly cold. He was restless as the chill seeped around the wound up into his shoulder and down to his thing. He was shivering as Crystal slept peacefully. Let her rest. When in the fight, supposedly, he would be powerless to help Crystal.
He soon realized why the fighters hadn't stabbed his arm. This way, his right leg was somewhat slowed as well. He could only hope Kohachan would hurry. Did the Sheikah even know where Link was? He seemed to know before but that was when he could follow. This time, Link had followed him.
Link bowed his head forward and hugged himself, trying to keep his teeth from chattering. If only there was a blanket or something. Anything! He was still without his tunic or hat. Only plain black long pants provided by his captors. Again he looked through the bars at the other side of the room where his sword leaned against the wall. He slowly reached with his left hand, as though to grasp it. He could feel the grip of it, so easily fitted to his hands.
Closing his eyes, he drew upon the flame that was his magic. It flickered with protest of being stirred but then obeyed and flared larger. He opened his eyes to see his sword. It was slightly glowing from the distant contact but not budging.
Link suddenly laughed at himself for such a thought: the sword returning upon command. He winced as the laugh stirred his wounded side painfully. Then let his hand fall into his lap. The sword gleamed dully for a moment as the magic dissipated then was once again only a gray shape in the shadows.
At least there was no guard around. With a thought, Link began to whistle. He whistled a continuous, plaintive tune. The Song of Healing. He fancied he could feel the chill in his side retreating but was corrected as he tapped his ribs and a ripple of pins and needles flew through his skin. He had to chuckle at the feel and deciding he wasn't going to get some sleep, the restless Hylian started stretching out as best he could.
Each movement stretched or closed the scabbed wound to where Link was hissing at the sharper movements but soon the chill was starting to leave him as well as the stiffness in his knees. His bare feet were soon used to the cold of the stone floor as he began a few more maneuvers.
He practiced the footwork for the spin attack, bracing his feet at first, then leaping off one and pushing off to be pulled by his own blade into three circles. It was a dizzying attack, no doubt, and it did look rather silly but with his sword, it would probably well save his life.
He grinned in confidence once again as a few beads of sweat rolled down his face and ribs. He realized the wound didn't bother him nearly as bad though pressure against his right shoulder flared with pain. At least he could still fight!
Though there was only one window in the cell room but it didn't show any white moon, Link had a feeling in himself where the moon was and he turned toward that part of the ceiling. If he were strong, he wouldn't need rescuing. Just as in the Gerudo training grounds, though at least it was warm then. Perhaps it was a bit too warm but not freezing cold like this new cell.
He sighed and leaned against the cold wall before sliding down it and relaxing once again. He would need to appear as though he were helpless, that would be best. He'd win a few flukes if they tried testing him with their own warriors but soon they'd grow suspicious of his skill with his left hand. That was when things could get ugly.
"Sheikah," He said silently, "you had best hurry the heck up."
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Toloran stooped once again. Kohachan and Zolaris flanked out beside him. As three individuals, they remained in contact with each other through small whistles or hand signals. Toloran ordered the other two to back down. He crept forward, carefully pressing a hand to a large stone mostly buried under the ground.
It was quiet under his hand. Yet . . . it had been trod upon lately. There was a small part less damp from dew than the rest. He dared sneak a peek at the stone, careful of his surroundings. Every one of his senses was alert. Indeed, the stone had been stepped over just recently.
Surprised, he looked in the direction the footprint pointed and heard only the slightest of grumbling from a bored guard. He grinned nervously. That was a bit close. He signaled Zolaris to go ahead, since he was keen on stealth. Tarawen refrained from barking her concern as she stuck to Kohachan under his cloak.
Zolaris removed a short knife from the sheath on his calf, just in case he needed it, and darted forward. Silent as the shadow fighters, he darted to the small over rocky formation that formed a line around the main base. One of the fighters was approaching the area. Zolaris pulled the cloak over himself to which it melted into the stonework.
The guard almost passed safely but turned to look at the jungle once more. Kohachan held his breath as the yellow eyes passed over him. He stopped his pacing and Kohachan's heart froze for a few beats. But even as he smothered his thoughts to nearly null, only mentally chanting, "Nothing, nothing, nothing" the guard remained persistent.
Tarawen's fur was bristling as she could smell the fighter. She slowly hissed, unable to catch herself. A black sword was soon in the guard's hands as he intently studied the shrubbery. Kohachan felt himself growing dizzy as his heart refused to beat. Tarawen braced herself firmly against his crouched leg, bunching her muscles for a leap when the fighter suddenly fell over on top of them, the sword falling but vanishing before making a sound.
Tarawen let out a high whine as the guard collapsed and in his place stood Zolaris with his dagger. He smirked at Kohachan and Tarawen, "You owe me another sparring match now." Kohachan grinned as his heart pounded in his chest, blood flowed normally and his thoughts were clear as Toloran came out of hiding to check on them. All were fine.
Kohachan delivered a solid thump to Zolaris' back to silence the boys chuckles. They came upon the wall and dared a peak over. What they saw didn't impress them.
A few storage buildings above ground but they were meaningless. What was important were the larger buildings. Boxy structures of wood, they looked all but important but it was what they hid that held value. The entire compound was held underground. Underground and possibly through a tunnel leading into some natural cavern or another. Kohachan took a deep breath. Somehow, they had to get into that compound. It would seem impossible to anything larger that a toy . . .
One at a time, each of the Sheikah looked down to Tarawen. She felt their eyes on her and glanced up. Looking into each, she fell to the ground from the lip of the wall and backed away from them. Zolaris' shoulders jumped while Toloran held two fingers to his lips firmly to keep from laughing. Kohachan reached for her.
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Link had fallen asleep but not a full sleep. He felt odd as he could feel the cage around him but small illusions of dreams teased and taunted him. He tried to pull himself up from the dream creations but was unable to. The sword, which he could still see somehow, was handled. Two powerful hands wrapped around the hilt and lifted it up.
The hands wore gray/silver gauntlets. Beyond them, a white, skintight shirt clung to well-formed arm muscles. This in turn ran up to a silver/white tunic. Link looked with a tinge of fear at the face. Two glowing white eyes penetrated him while war-like markings and white hair in his own style framed the white face. It was the Fierce Deity. Link felt himself quake as the creation's touch transformed the blade into a silver and green double blade, glowing with absolute power.
The figure scowled at his cowardice and approached. To the Deity, the bars were nothing. He stepped through them, his entire body glowing. He raised the sword above Link. Link caught any breath he could draw in his throat. This was the end. Killed not at the hands of his captors but by the specter whose mask he had used. The sword came down and slapped his shoulder.
He screamed.
He screamed for all his worth.
He screamed till his lungs choked him.
A small fox screamed even louder and clawed into his shoulder to hold tight. Link opened his eyes. He never realized they were closed! He looked around the dark room, an uproar of feet running about outside was easily distinguishable as Crystal was also up, her hair flipped over her head in disarray for the sudden awakening.
Link's eyes eventually found the small fox that had played the sword strike. He looked to the other side of the cell. His sword still leaned against the wall, untouched. Three fighters poured into the room, demanding answers in their babbling language as the fox hid behind Link then darted into the shadows and past the guards.
Slowly, one of the guards realized Link had only a nightmare. Scoffing and spitting at the cage, all three left the room and called order back among the other guards. Link looked around, wondering if one illusion was actually real. That fox. He had seen it only for a moment but it looked strikingly a lot like the one with Kohachan. Link wiped cold sweat from himself as Crystal calmly asked for an explanation.
Slowly, Link's breaths returned to normal and he grinned to her, "I think the Sheikah are finally here." Crystal glared at him for a moment but then the words registered a possibility. Her eyes brightened and she pumped one fist in a soon to come victory.
~~~~~
"My Goddesses, we are too late." Toloran caught his breath in his throat as the scream of sheer terror died away. "They're killing him in there!" Zolaris turned even paler if that was possible as Kohachan held a hand to his throat. He could only imagine what the scream had meant.
All three Sheikah bowed their heads in reverence for a moment as Toloran noticed something. He grabbed Kohachan's shoulder and shook it firmly. "Look, the guards. They're scrambling! I don't think they were expecting a torture session tonight." Zolaris stood on the wall fully. No guard sounded, no alarm went off, no throwing stars thrown, no weapon was fired at him. He grinned, his eyes glowing darkly as he looked back to the others.
Kohachan leaped over the wall past him, katana drawn and gleaming brightly. Toloran also leaped past, just behind Kohachan, both leaving Zolaris behind. Zolaris stared at them indignantly before leaping upward and away from the wall landing on the grounds just in front of them. As one, they ran to the nearest warehouse.
Zolaris ran toward the building that Tarawen had leaped into. She said she could smell out a scent other than the fighters. It had to be the captives. A throwing star cut him off. He fell backward away from it as it appeared just in front of his nose, stabbing deep into the wood.
He glared venomously at the fighter who'd thrown the star. The kill would have to be quick to avoid an alarm. He half drew his sword but sprinted straight at the fighter. The eyes of the Hydra were glowing, hypnotizing the foe into paralysis. He drew the weapon as it gleamed despite that its power was suppressed.
After the kill, Zolaris quickly cleaned the blade, and re-sheathed it. The full moon was approaching, the blade would be stronger as it drew near . . .
~~~~~
Toloran nodded in approval, having witnessed the attack. Indeed, Zolaris had grown very much so since Kohachan had left. Now that they were together again, they were even stronger! He tapped gently on a wall, pressing one ear to it to listen for sounds. Nothing.
With a small sigh of resentment, he darted away from that building to check another one. Which building hid the basement. The one with the loudest yell of protest and possibly alarm would tell him that.
He tapped another one. Nope, not that either. Growling with frustration, he dashed to the next, not wanting to waist what little time they had left. Soon, the confusion caused by the scream would settle. Then they'd be in big trouble.
Well, he had to be sure none of them panicked. Their secret weapons would have to remain secret until absolutely necessary. He set one hand onto a small bag. Orbs in the bag were easily distinguishable under the heavy leather-like material. If it came to that, the base would be a blast to get out of. He grinned at his own joke and continued the search.
~~~~~
Kohachan stayed in one area, high in a tree on the side of the base, he searched over it, finding guards returning to their posts. Too bad he didn't have the telepathy Tarawen and the other Kitsune knew so well. At least he had something just as useful.
He leaped from the tree, landing effortlessly, silently, and unnoticed onto one of the stronger wooden rooftops. Stepping up behind and over one of the guards, he drew forth a throwing knife and delivered it straight into the guard's throat. The black clothed figure fell like a sac of potatoes with only a thump to prove his location. Not enough.
With that, he leaped from one roof to the next, crouching low to keep out of sight. The process of elimination among the rows and aisles of buildings would be quicker. Supposedly, there were three or four entrances to the underground area. Each entrance was heavily guarded.
That was one goal. Locate each entrance. Yet they also needed to find the location of the cells as well. Knowing the fighters, Tarawen assured them that the cells would be near the entrances. Thus there would be three or four.
He scratched his head in frustration. All they needed was one stinking map of the building! A sudden crash followed by several angry shouts caught his attention as well as that of Zolaris and Toloran.
A small, red fox with a rolled up piece of parchment in her jaws was running from at least half a dozen fighters, each one wielding a weapon of some sort from spears to black katanas to battle axes. Kohachan leaped and dashed along the roofs. He would not allow injury to befall Tarawen!
Zolaris was the closest and the faster one between Kohachan and himself anyway. Toloran shrugged. The two young ones could take care of the situation. It was only three on one. He stopped to think about the odds for a moment. Perhaps he was overestimating his friends? Well, a scuffle would be a grand escape from the monotony quickly rising.
He drew his own broadsword and turned to join the fight when he noticed Tarawen. Indeed, he was duty-bound to protect her in the mission. With a closer look at her, he saw the parchment in her jaws. Could it be? A map!
Grasping the blade in both hands, he made it his own personal business that nothing would get close to her!
Tarawen was cut off. Tree more fighters appeared in front of her from the jungle. She was so close! The rest chasing her surrounded her on all sides. She shivered slightly when the sound of fighters being beaten off came from her right. Just as she glanced over in that direction, a shadowed figure leaped up from the back of the crowd and landed on top of a fighter just near her.
The fighter sprawled on the grounds, two feet standing on his back. She looked up to recognize Zolaris. Another shout of pain came from the other side and Toloran made himself known. He twisted the neck of one fighter and sharply elbowed another before either of them could react.
By then, the fighters began to shift to defend themselves against the new opponents. A loud yell announced their final new opponent. Tarawen gripped the parchment a bit tighter in her jaw and darted to Toloran, wanting to get as far off the ground as possible. She knew very well what was to come next.
Kohachan gathered as much energy as he could into his katana. He chanted a spell into it as he held it up. The ground began to give underneath him, just a little. He finally struck with blade to the ground in a vertical slash. All the power of the blade rippled through the ground and ran like a fissure toward the group.
Toloran and Zolaris leaped away. Neither of them were surprised that Kohachan would go through such lengths to save Tarawen. But did he really have to leave the fissure strike? This would make the rescue later even more difficult.
When the rubble settled, only a few fighters were left alive but even they were wounded. Behind them, in the base, the alarm finally rang out. Kohachan brushed his well-warmed blade and re-sheathed it. Tarawen chirped in appreciation and congratulations but dropped the map. Toloran picked it up as Tarawen ran to Kohachan.
Leaping onto his shoulder, she nuzzled his cheek as all three Sheikah began their mad dash into the forest. Nothing could stop them right then and indeed the fighters had to remain behind to help their fallen comrades. They would find out the Sheikah's plans soon enough.
Just as son as they could talk to the prisoners. One of them would know about the Sheikah plans! One more day then one night following. The dawn after that was when the first captive would be disposable. Until then, the two others would serve as a fair entertainment as well as practice . . . if the boy lasted long enough.
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Eat that, all who think I lost my touch! Yes, the last is a bit stale but that's cause once again it is the A.M. hours with no sun. I do hope someone out there laughed at Link. I was laughing while typing it!
Thank you, Jelie36. I was stuck for a bit but you said you love this story so I kept going and got it done! Thankie!!! ^_^
Poor Tarawen as well but at least she was saved! Heh, Kohachan was angry, no? He is . . . protective.
*Yawn* Now for some well earned rest . . .
Till next time!