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Chapter 9
Lira's eyes slowly opened and she awoke to the feeling of being suspended in midair. As she became further aware of her surroundings, she realized she was. She was against a wall and her arms were held above her by shackles and were chained to the ceiling of the dark room she was in. Her feet were also bound together by shackles but they were not chained to the floor. They dangled helplessly about a foot from the ground.
Only now did Lira realize how lethargic her body felt as she tried to swing her legs. Her whole body felt like she had been given sedatives and her mind felt groggy like she had woken up from a hundred year repose.
She heard the sound of a presumably heavy, metal door creak open, footsteps soft and even hit the floor echoing throughout the emptiness of the room, then the door slammed shut. The footsteps were approaching her and she didn't know why, but her heart was racing, beating so hard it was nearly audible to human ears. Lira didn't know what it was just yet, but she knew something bad was going to happen very soon. She could feel it in her heart and mind.
A figure approached in the darkness. From the way they walked, the young dragon woman could presume that it was a male. He lit a torch and set it in a holder on the wall near her. She lifted her head to gaze at the newcomer and gasped in surprise when she recognized him.
"Velnar?!"
The wyvern man, the same who had been the leader of the group who had kidnapped Lira, smirked.
"Lira," he said evenly.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "What have you done with Link?" she demanded. Velnar raised an eyebrow. "Link? Ah, you must be referring to the Hylian boy." He shrugged. "I have done nothing to him. I left him in Salar's care," he answered with a devilish grin. She frowned darkly. "If she does anything to him, I'll never forgive you!"
Velnar chuckled. "Matters not. I do not need your forgiveness, nor your trust..." he trailed off, stepping forward and cupping her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Just your blood," he whispered.
Lira jerked her head away, giving him a both frightened and puzzled stare. "W-what? Why do you need my blood?" she stuttered. He laughed darkly, the sharp sounds resounding cacophonously throughout the room.
"Are you really naive, or are you just playing dumb? Your blood is the only remaining key to the seal on the great demon that has been locked away up in the northern lands for these thousands of years! You are a Chosen One!"
Lira shook her head in disbelief. She closed her eyes tightly. "No! It's not true!" Velnar laughed again. "You know it's true, dear Lira! You've always known!" Lira stared up at him with tears forming in her eyes. "It won't work! I won't let you release that horrible beast!"
Velnar smirked. "There is nothing you can do now, Lira. Your body is too tired to transform. The drugs won't wear off for awhile. You are totally helpless to do whatever I force you to do..." He trailed off and stepped closer. Lira's eyes widened as he once more cupped her chin. He kissed her roughly then pulled back abruptly. Her eyes were filled with anger.
"I hate you!" she growled.
"And I love you too, Lira," he replied. He winked at her. "I suggest you get some rest, my sweet. You will need it after the major blood loss you will be suffering within a few hours. Goodbye!" He turned and left, slamming the heavy door shut after him.
"Link," Lira whispered, "Please be safe..."
Link slowly awoke to a foreign sweet fragrance and soft cushions beneath him. He stirred in his repose and opened his eyes. The lights were slightly dim in the room and the ceiling felt far away even though it was only about twenty feet above him. He was surrounded by small extravagantly colored pillows. Incense candles were burning all around the low bed he was laying on. They were the source of the intoxicating smell.
Link rubbed his head, feeling woozy, and tried to remember what had happened. 'Yeah, that's right, I was kidnapped...' He looked around earnestly, wondering where his captor might be. His unasked question was soon answered.
"Hey there, baby. I see you woke up," a silky voice that seemed remotely familiar said from the darkness. Link searched frantically for the source, who was revealed. The wyvern from before, Salar, Link remembered, crept towards him on her hands and knees. She was smirking at him, eyebrows raised suggestively. She was also very not efficiently clothed, wearing only a small piece of cloth to cover her chest and she also had panties on.
Link blushed, feeling the blood rush to his nose and...other places. She crawled up to him and straddled his hips while holding him down by his shoulders. She leaned her face very close to his, close enough for him to be able to smell her breath.
He was suddenly aware of his own lack of clothing. He wasn't wearing his own clothes, he was dressed in a loose pair of light blue pants and his shirt had gone missing. So here he lay, half-naked before her, and she was regarding him with an almost animalistically hungry expression.
"Um..." Link began, quickly racking his brain for a staller. She pressed a single clawed, but manicured, finger to his lips. "No time for words. You're lips should be used for more conventional things, such as kissing!" she practically growled ferally.
She dunked her head down to catch Link but missed when he jerked his head to the side. She attempted again, only to kiss the pillows as Link evaded her once more. She pulled back up to stare down at him smugly. "Playing hard ta get, are ya?"
Link frowned. "Yeah," he replied, planting both feet against her stomach and catapulting her off. Salar crashed into the wall behind him and landed crumpled at the top of the bed on her head. Link leapt to his feet and crept cautiously to her to make sure she was unconscious. He poked her in the side and her body fell forward so she lay on her face in the pillows. Link sighed with relief. "Good, now to get outta here and find Lira," he muttered to himself.
Not bothering to look for a better attire, Link grabbed his stuff that was very badly hidden in a dark corner and equipped himself. He groped the walls looking for a doorway and nearly fell onto his face on the cold floor when he pressed against a wall that rotated around to reveal a secret entrance, or exit whichever way you look at it. Instead of hitting a floor though, he slammed into the opposite wall of a narrow passageway. Link rubbed his nose and stood slowly to his feet from his slumped position.
The secret passage was perhaps even more dimly lit than Salar's "Love Lounge". The hero didn't see a single torch on the walls, yet there was indeed a light emanating in the hall. Link glanced behind him to make sure there was no other path and indeed was relieved to find that he was at the beginning of it, or the end, he couldn't tell which it was.
Link rubbed his forehead. His mind was a little hazy still from the incense candles but he was still quite aware of his surroundings. He pulled up his pants that were sagging around his ankles and traversed through the pathway, hoping to find Lira soon before the wyverns could do anything to her.
A figure in a billowing black cloak angrily stalked down the hallways before bursting into a room and slamming the door behind himself. Firagaht was pissed, and that was a first. He grabbed one of his advisors, a short and plump aging dragon man, by the neck and brought him close to his face.
"You have some explaining to do," the dragon leader growled out, spitting in the balding man's face. Too frightened to wipe it away, the advisor dangled in the air before his master in absolute terror. He had never seen Firagaht angry, and whatever it was that had enraged him, must have been serious.
"A-about w-what, m-milord?" he stammered. Firagaht's eyes narrowed. "About that Tree Lurker still being in that dungeon room!" He tossed the fat old man roughly onto the floor and the advisor, almost as soon as he hit the ground, pulled himself up into a kneeling position where he bowed his head to touch the floor.
"M-milord! I knew nothing!" he blubbered. Firagaht brought his foot down upon the fat man's head and rubbed his face against the ground. "You oversee what the scholars were doing and you knew nothing about it?!"
The old man whimpered in pain and Firagaht lifted his foot off of the guy's head. "Your inane little experiment nearly had my fiancée killed, do you realize that?" the dragon leader's voice was softer now, holding in his fury to prevent himself from another outburst like the one he had just displayed. "I apologize, my lord!"
"Apologies don't cut it," the dark haired dragon man replied. He lifted a hand and the pair of guards at the doorway came to his sides. "Take him to the dungeons and have him executed," he commanded. The guards grabbed the advisor by the arms and hauled him to his feet. "Milord! You wouldn't! Please, my lord! Have mercy!" the advisor exclaimed as they dragged him away. Firagaht watched him, void of emotion and arms crossed over his chest.
"I do not show mercy."
"My lord!" a young message boy called to him, dodging around the trio leaving the room. Firagaht slowly turned around to face him. The message boy was holding a large oval- shaped object wrapped up in brown cloth in his arms. He knelt before his master, holding it out to him. Firagaht took it from him and the boy remained in his kneeling position. The mature dragon man unwrapped the package and let the brown cloth fall to the floor.
"Good..." he murmured as its smooth, shiny surface reflected light into his eyes. "It is finally done. This could prove useful..." He returned his attention to the young immature dragon at his feet. "Boy, I have another task for you."
The boy looked up at him, his eyes wide. "Go to the village and tell Sharanan that I am leaving for a few days. While I am gone he is to appoint someone to be in charge of the village. Understand?" The boy nodded eagerly. "You are dismissed."
When the boy was gone and Firagaht was alone in the room, he returned his attention to the object in his hands. He stared at his reflection in its surface and chuckled. "Who would've known that Hylian boy would be so useful?"
Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I just didn't feel like it. Anyway, can anyone guess what the message boy gave Firagaht? There's really no prize for guessing right and no penalty for guessing wrong, but it's fun anyway, right?
Reviews, reviews, they're good for your heart, the more you get 'em, the faster you'll update! Wheee!! (Yeah, I know that didn't rhyme but I don't give a damn)
-LunaRyuu
Chapter 9
Lira's eyes slowly opened and she awoke to the feeling of being suspended in midair. As she became further aware of her surroundings, she realized she was. She was against a wall and her arms were held above her by shackles and were chained to the ceiling of the dark room she was in. Her feet were also bound together by shackles but they were not chained to the floor. They dangled helplessly about a foot from the ground.
Only now did Lira realize how lethargic her body felt as she tried to swing her legs. Her whole body felt like she had been given sedatives and her mind felt groggy like she had woken up from a hundred year repose.
She heard the sound of a presumably heavy, metal door creak open, footsteps soft and even hit the floor echoing throughout the emptiness of the room, then the door slammed shut. The footsteps were approaching her and she didn't know why, but her heart was racing, beating so hard it was nearly audible to human ears. Lira didn't know what it was just yet, but she knew something bad was going to happen very soon. She could feel it in her heart and mind.
A figure approached in the darkness. From the way they walked, the young dragon woman could presume that it was a male. He lit a torch and set it in a holder on the wall near her. She lifted her head to gaze at the newcomer and gasped in surprise when she recognized him.
"Velnar?!"
The wyvern man, the same who had been the leader of the group who had kidnapped Lira, smirked.
"Lira," he said evenly.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "What have you done with Link?" she demanded. Velnar raised an eyebrow. "Link? Ah, you must be referring to the Hylian boy." He shrugged. "I have done nothing to him. I left him in Salar's care," he answered with a devilish grin. She frowned darkly. "If she does anything to him, I'll never forgive you!"
Velnar chuckled. "Matters not. I do not need your forgiveness, nor your trust..." he trailed off, stepping forward and cupping her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Just your blood," he whispered.
Lira jerked her head away, giving him a both frightened and puzzled stare. "W-what? Why do you need my blood?" she stuttered. He laughed darkly, the sharp sounds resounding cacophonously throughout the room.
"Are you really naive, or are you just playing dumb? Your blood is the only remaining key to the seal on the great demon that has been locked away up in the northern lands for these thousands of years! You are a Chosen One!"
Lira shook her head in disbelief. She closed her eyes tightly. "No! It's not true!" Velnar laughed again. "You know it's true, dear Lira! You've always known!" Lira stared up at him with tears forming in her eyes. "It won't work! I won't let you release that horrible beast!"
Velnar smirked. "There is nothing you can do now, Lira. Your body is too tired to transform. The drugs won't wear off for awhile. You are totally helpless to do whatever I force you to do..." He trailed off and stepped closer. Lira's eyes widened as he once more cupped her chin. He kissed her roughly then pulled back abruptly. Her eyes were filled with anger.
"I hate you!" she growled.
"And I love you too, Lira," he replied. He winked at her. "I suggest you get some rest, my sweet. You will need it after the major blood loss you will be suffering within a few hours. Goodbye!" He turned and left, slamming the heavy door shut after him.
"Link," Lira whispered, "Please be safe..."
Link slowly awoke to a foreign sweet fragrance and soft cushions beneath him. He stirred in his repose and opened his eyes. The lights were slightly dim in the room and the ceiling felt far away even though it was only about twenty feet above him. He was surrounded by small extravagantly colored pillows. Incense candles were burning all around the low bed he was laying on. They were the source of the intoxicating smell.
Link rubbed his head, feeling woozy, and tried to remember what had happened. 'Yeah, that's right, I was kidnapped...' He looked around earnestly, wondering where his captor might be. His unasked question was soon answered.
"Hey there, baby. I see you woke up," a silky voice that seemed remotely familiar said from the darkness. Link searched frantically for the source, who was revealed. The wyvern from before, Salar, Link remembered, crept towards him on her hands and knees. She was smirking at him, eyebrows raised suggestively. She was also very not efficiently clothed, wearing only a small piece of cloth to cover her chest and she also had panties on.
Link blushed, feeling the blood rush to his nose and...other places. She crawled up to him and straddled his hips while holding him down by his shoulders. She leaned her face very close to his, close enough for him to be able to smell her breath.
He was suddenly aware of his own lack of clothing. He wasn't wearing his own clothes, he was dressed in a loose pair of light blue pants and his shirt had gone missing. So here he lay, half-naked before her, and she was regarding him with an almost animalistically hungry expression.
"Um..." Link began, quickly racking his brain for a staller. She pressed a single clawed, but manicured, finger to his lips. "No time for words. You're lips should be used for more conventional things, such as kissing!" she practically growled ferally.
She dunked her head down to catch Link but missed when he jerked his head to the side. She attempted again, only to kiss the pillows as Link evaded her once more. She pulled back up to stare down at him smugly. "Playing hard ta get, are ya?"
Link frowned. "Yeah," he replied, planting both feet against her stomach and catapulting her off. Salar crashed into the wall behind him and landed crumpled at the top of the bed on her head. Link leapt to his feet and crept cautiously to her to make sure she was unconscious. He poked her in the side and her body fell forward so she lay on her face in the pillows. Link sighed with relief. "Good, now to get outta here and find Lira," he muttered to himself.
Not bothering to look for a better attire, Link grabbed his stuff that was very badly hidden in a dark corner and equipped himself. He groped the walls looking for a doorway and nearly fell onto his face on the cold floor when he pressed against a wall that rotated around to reveal a secret entrance, or exit whichever way you look at it. Instead of hitting a floor though, he slammed into the opposite wall of a narrow passageway. Link rubbed his nose and stood slowly to his feet from his slumped position.
The secret passage was perhaps even more dimly lit than Salar's "Love Lounge". The hero didn't see a single torch on the walls, yet there was indeed a light emanating in the hall. Link glanced behind him to make sure there was no other path and indeed was relieved to find that he was at the beginning of it, or the end, he couldn't tell which it was.
Link rubbed his forehead. His mind was a little hazy still from the incense candles but he was still quite aware of his surroundings. He pulled up his pants that were sagging around his ankles and traversed through the pathway, hoping to find Lira soon before the wyverns could do anything to her.
A figure in a billowing black cloak angrily stalked down the hallways before bursting into a room and slamming the door behind himself. Firagaht was pissed, and that was a first. He grabbed one of his advisors, a short and plump aging dragon man, by the neck and brought him close to his face.
"You have some explaining to do," the dragon leader growled out, spitting in the balding man's face. Too frightened to wipe it away, the advisor dangled in the air before his master in absolute terror. He had never seen Firagaht angry, and whatever it was that had enraged him, must have been serious.
"A-about w-what, m-milord?" he stammered. Firagaht's eyes narrowed. "About that Tree Lurker still being in that dungeon room!" He tossed the fat old man roughly onto the floor and the advisor, almost as soon as he hit the ground, pulled himself up into a kneeling position where he bowed his head to touch the floor.
"M-milord! I knew nothing!" he blubbered. Firagaht brought his foot down upon the fat man's head and rubbed his face against the ground. "You oversee what the scholars were doing and you knew nothing about it?!"
The old man whimpered in pain and Firagaht lifted his foot off of the guy's head. "Your inane little experiment nearly had my fiancée killed, do you realize that?" the dragon leader's voice was softer now, holding in his fury to prevent himself from another outburst like the one he had just displayed. "I apologize, my lord!"
"Apologies don't cut it," the dark haired dragon man replied. He lifted a hand and the pair of guards at the doorway came to his sides. "Take him to the dungeons and have him executed," he commanded. The guards grabbed the advisor by the arms and hauled him to his feet. "Milord! You wouldn't! Please, my lord! Have mercy!" the advisor exclaimed as they dragged him away. Firagaht watched him, void of emotion and arms crossed over his chest.
"I do not show mercy."
"My lord!" a young message boy called to him, dodging around the trio leaving the room. Firagaht slowly turned around to face him. The message boy was holding a large oval- shaped object wrapped up in brown cloth in his arms. He knelt before his master, holding it out to him. Firagaht took it from him and the boy remained in his kneeling position. The mature dragon man unwrapped the package and let the brown cloth fall to the floor.
"Good..." he murmured as its smooth, shiny surface reflected light into his eyes. "It is finally done. This could prove useful..." He returned his attention to the young immature dragon at his feet. "Boy, I have another task for you."
The boy looked up at him, his eyes wide. "Go to the village and tell Sharanan that I am leaving for a few days. While I am gone he is to appoint someone to be in charge of the village. Understand?" The boy nodded eagerly. "You are dismissed."
When the boy was gone and Firagaht was alone in the room, he returned his attention to the object in his hands. He stared at his reflection in its surface and chuckled. "Who would've known that Hylian boy would be so useful?"
Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I just didn't feel like it. Anyway, can anyone guess what the message boy gave Firagaht? There's really no prize for guessing right and no penalty for guessing wrong, but it's fun anyway, right?
Reviews, reviews, they're good for your heart, the more you get 'em, the faster you'll update! Wheee!! (Yeah, I know that didn't rhyme but I don't give a damn)
-LunaRyuu