Heres a nice long chapter, to make up for my long absence of writing for this story! Enjoy it, theres over 2000 words! w00t w00t! Well, enjoy!
"You're SHITTING me! I'm … DEAD!" Darreth yelled in anger. Grimm blinked. "No need to be so loud." And he stood up. "Yes, you're dead, and you are currently standing in what is Eternal Paradise, where souls are laid to rest." He said, motioning with a blissful smile to the darkness around him. Darreth blinked. "Are you on something? We're standing in a VOID." Grimm merely smiled, flicking him on the forehead. "As I have told other special few, you still have a place in the realm of the living, you're still a part of the grand scheme of the Golden Ones. Sometimes, the Golden Ones miss small details that snowball out of propotion, and end with the death of people not meant to die just yet." He said, simply.
"So I'm going to be back alive?" He asked eagerly, and Grimm smiled gleefully. "Nope, not just yet. I still have a use for you, young one." He said, poking Darreth's forehead. "DAMMIT, CUT THAT OUT!" He yelled, swatting Grimm's hand. Grimm laughed, plopping himself back in his black throne. He ran a fingertip across the blade on his scythe, in contemplation. Darreth tapped his foot. "So, what do you want me to do?" He asked, impatiently, and Grimm tapped the staff of the scythe on the ground. "I got it! But I can give you a choice. You can either go back now, or do me a favor." He said, smiling that gentle smile of his, that made Darreth wonder if he was sincere.
"Why does it seem like theres a catch?" He asked wearily, and Grimm held his smile, shrugging. "I'm not sure." He said, watching Darreth intently. "So, yay or nay?" and Darreth sighed. "Fine, I'll do what you ask, then get back, just make sure it doesn't take forever." He said, finally, and Grimm smiled happily. "Good, good! Shake on it?" And Darreth shrugged. "Hell, why not." He said, shaking Grimm's hand. Darreth blinked. "Wait, I didn't have much say in the fact if I get to back or not, did I?" He asked, and Grimm's smile got wider. "Nope, not really, the whole point of doing that was to see if you were willing to actually help me. If not, you would've been useless to me, and you'd end up wandering this void for eternity." He said. Darreth twitched. "How benevolent of you."
Back in the realm of the living…
Milane walked over to Darreth's dead corpse. She twitched. "I thought you'd die in a way a bit more… constructive… oh well…" She said, picking his corpse up. Dirth raised an eyebrow at her. "What the hell are you doing with his body?" He asked bluntly. "Well, I'd rather at least bury him in the fields, and not let him rot in these dungeons." She spat hostiley at the goron. He frowned, but said nothing back. Tyrus looked bleakly at the limp body of his good friend. He had always worried this would happen… but never expected it to happen so suddenly, and abruptly. "Take the bastard too." Milane said, pointing to Reic's bloodied body. "We can still use him."
"What now?" Alayna asked quietly. "Finding an exit would be prudent." Tyrus said softly. Dirth nodded, and Kaiaru seemed shocked and at a loss for words. She had never seen a friend die, and now, experiencing this new factor, she realized how Tyrus must be feeling, never able to hear Darreth or see him grin and do something stupid. She pat him on the shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine now, wherever he is. He died the way any protector of the royal family wouldve wanted to: Protecting the heir to the royal family. Now, just don't let his death be in vain." She said, and he nodded, pulling his hood down over his eyes. Eventually, after walking for a while, they managed to escape the underground dungeon, and luckily, found an exit to the fields. They all sighed in relief, to be in the open again, in the sun.
"Urgh… ow… my face…" Reic said, coming to after a while. He found himself sitting down, in the tall grass of the field. His vision was blurred, and he clutched his face, hot searing pain catching up with him. "Ohhh, damn, that chick hurts…" He said, and he looked up, and all he saw was red hair, and then a fist collided with his jaw, sending him sliding on his ass backwards. "OW! WHAT THE HELL!" He yelled, now on his back. Reic felt hands creep around his neck as he was lifted him up off his feet. "Your dirty bastard. You swore on your name, you made a sheikah oath, to another sheik." She said, letting him go.
But she caught him as he fell with a fist to the gut, and sent him rolling backwards. She then followed it up with a swift kick to the forehead, flipping him onto his back. "Don't expect ME to fall for something like that." She said, taking a dagger from his sheath. "You understand?" She asked, and he nodded. "Yes, I get it!" And she was silent. "I don't think you do." She said, a devilish smile creeping onto her face. "Er… whats with the face, fair maiden?" He asked, in a feeble attempt to keep her from beating him senslessly.
She spat on him, and then plunged the dagger into his left arm, and twisted the blade, severing tendons. Reic began screaming in intense pain. Tyrus tapped her on the shoulder. "Hurting this waste won't bring Darreth back." He said bleakly, and she realized how pointless hurting him was. It wouldn't bring him back, or help her get over his death. Just cause more emptiness. She pulled the dagger out of his arm. "THANK YOU, CRAZY BITCH!" And she brought her boot over Reic's chest, and he began twitching. "No, no NO! No more pain please!" He yelled, and she scowled. "Spineless bastard. Get up, and get moving, or I will kill you." She said, as the group bleakly looked around.
"Maybe now would be a good time to bury Darreth?" Kaiaru asked, and Onaka looked saddly down at Darreths lifeless body. "Yeah.." He said, and Dirth took off his gloves, and began to rip chunks of earth out of the field, to make a hole for Darreth. After a while, they had buried him, and they all said their last words to their friend. They set camp up there, and they all stood up the night, at a loss for words, staring into the fire they had built. Even Reic had behaved, lost in his own thoughts of his past…
Flashback sequence.
"Bro! Wait up! Why are you running so fast from me?" A young Reic asked an older figure who was running ahead of him, grinning back at him, just staying ahead of him enough to be chased, but never close enough to be caught. "Hahaha, just follow me Reic, I have a surprise for you!" The older brother said, eventually leading him into a clearing. Reic finally caught up, and his brother was waiting there for him, smiling. "Do you know what day it is today, Reic?" He asked, and Reic shook his head. He was about nine at the time. "No, I don't know what today is, Seid… did I forget something?" Reic asked worriedly.
Seid laughed heartily, and pat his head, ruffling his hair. "It's your birthday, you numbskull!" He said, and Reic's eyes widened. He had been training so hard to show his older brother how good of a Sheikah he had become, and forgot it was his birthday. He blushed. "I did forget…" And Sied laughed again, and gave him a chain necklace, with a circular ruby prism on it. "Happy birthday!" He said, and Reic looked at what he had given him. This was a legendary pendant in his village, only given to the best in the village. He was speechless. What did this mean? Did Sied think he was the best in the village? Seid smiled. "Keep it safe, and protect the village." He said, and he smiled, kissed him on the forehead, and ran into the forests.
The next day…
Reic woke up, his hand clenched around his pendant. His mom had walked into his room, and shook him awake, face streaked with tears. "Whats wrong mother?" And she hugged him. "Reic… Seid is dead…" She said, and at first, Reic didn't believe her, threw him off her, and ran out of his bedroom, and his father sat there, blank faced, which was unnatural for the man who would was already beaming with laughter. Now, his eyes were filled with sadness, and he realized it was true. The family spent the rest of the day in that room, silently, until when they went to the funeral.
There was a crowd of people surrounding the picture of Seid, with his family, candles and flowers spread all across the table bearing his picture. "He died protecting the village." The town elder said, placing a hand on the saddened Reic. "What?" And the man looked down to the small child. "He went on a suicide mission to protect our village, along with all he cared about." He said, as Reic's eyes welled up with tears. The elder noticed the pendant around his neck. "I see he handed the pendant on too you… That means he saw you as his successot, a better man than him. I'm sorry, this isnt the best present for your birthday, it was just a horrible coincedence." And Reic ran form that town, the sadness, the responsibilty, and his family, who needed him most, as well as the village. He didn't care. He couldn't handle it. So he joined a band of rogues.
And it made him arrogant, spineless, a coward… it made him not care for anyone but himself. Now, he's decided to change. He had done what someone had done to him and his family. He had done what he had come to hate. And now, he hated himself, and found no reason to live, except to make it up to those who he had inflicted.
Back to reality.
"I'm sorry guys…" Reic said to the group, who all looked at him strangely. He clenched a hand around the pendant, and sighed. Then they heard a voice behind him. "Ah, so heres the big group with a huge bounty on them! And, to boot, its Kaiaru, the runaway with a reward… and a renegade Sheikah." The voice said, with an edge of arrogance. "My lucky day." The voice said, and something in Reic snapped. "You will not touch any one of us." He said, the pendant glowing a bright red, and his arm slipped into the red glow, and he pulled out… a blade with an onyx hilt and a notched steel blade stained with crimson, and jumped backwards at the person behind him, who blocked, and held him there in a clash. Reic's now possessed like eyes focused on his opponents: A tall monstrously muscular Zora. He buckled under the weight of the blade, and jumped backwards, to avoid Reic breaking through the clash.
"You're one strange Sheikah… what blade is that?" He asked Reic, and he swung it through the air pointing it at him, drips of crimson spraying from the hilt from which seemed to be bleeding. "The Blade of a Bleeding Soul." And he rushed the zora, surprising both the zora and the group for protecting them.
SQUEEEEE! XDThere you go! I must say, I do like the little thing I made up with the blade and stuffs. But, I don't have much of a say in the matter of whether it was good or not, so speak up, and leave me a review! Stay tuned for another chapter and keep reviewing, everyone who does!