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Author's Note: This is a rewrite of chapter 10. I was really off that day and the author formerly called Tristan Lavantyr brought several problems to my attention.
The Legend of Zelda: Akavir WarChapter 10 (Revised)
Link stood at the bow of the transport ship. They were finally on their way to Akavir itself. He was disturbed, however. This was because of the strange dreams he had been having.
He was swept through a vast expanse of white. All of a sudden he was pulled into a strange land. The sky was red. It was burning hot, enough to cook a small meal off the stone itself. His clothes were soaked through with sweat in seconds. He was atop a black stone tower. A vast expanse of rocky wastes spread out in all directions, speckled with small fires and sparse desert shrubbery. He wondered at how he got there. He saw a fiery sphere in the sky grow slowly smaller. His heart raced with panic as he realized he had to complete his charge before the phenomenon dissapeared or he may be trapped in this dead land forever.
Two statues in front of a black magical cage. The one on the left was familiar, a human with two enourmous swords. The one on the right was a strange creature with four arms and an ax. Link tried to run, to get away. The statues scared him for reasons he did not know. He came to the edge of the tower. The statues moved and prepared to attack…
Link had learned to take dreams seriously since he began having prophetic visions at the age of ten. He knew Zelda, with whom he shared a telepathic link, shared his dreams. He couldn't make out the fine details on either of the statues, but one had a sense of familiarity.
A loud boom resounded from the starboard side. Link ran to it and saw the Nerevarine and Eats staring out at an exploded ship. A threatening-looking warship blew through the remains. Other ships were beginning to attack surrounding Imperial vessels.
"Fight back." Eats calmly said.
"What?" Link asked.
"Only the Tsaesci were effective Naval combatants. If we counterattack, the Akaviri will run."
Link gave Eats a curious stare, but still went to relay the advice to the Admiral.
The Nerevarine was very curious as to how Eats knew so much. He wanted to try to probe his mind, but the warning he had received the day before Jester's Day deterred him from that course of action.
Ammas got above deck. He was horridly unused to ships, and the weeks-long voyage on open ocean was hard on his nerves, despite his usual fortitude on shorter voyages. His eyes widened as he saw the burning ships and oncoming warship. He ran back below to get Drakeslayer.
The Nerevarine prepared his own sword to repel the boarders. The Akaviri Warship skidded along thiers, and a band of Tang Mo and Kamal jumped off of the warship down ropes and onto the deck.
The Nerevarine and Eats waded into combat alongside the Hylian Elite, who had been trained to be ready on a moments notice, and carved a bloody swath to the center. That was a mistake.
Now surrounded by Akaviri, the two fought valiantly. The Kamal fell quickly before The Nerevarine's fiery blade, but the Tang Mo were becoming very difficult as his right arm tired.
Eats slashed again and again. He attempted to cast a spell, but he couldn't. He tried again, slashing all the time, but he could only sputter. He managed to set off a lightning spell on his third try, but it all but exahusted him. He still fought with all he had left. Then Ammas, fully armed and armored, blew out from below deck, taking down ten of them. He slashed and hacked his way to his companions, and joined the fray.
The Akaviri ships were all pushed back save the flagship, whose troops were spilling onto the deck of the Imperial Flag Galleon. Link then appeared on the upper mast, and called out to his men. He drew his sword, and flipped forward and downwards onto the main deck. He swung his sword in a wide arc, using a large amount of magic to shoot a pure holy light across the deck, killing all the Kamal present and many of the Tang Mo.
"You can handle the deck. I'll get the leader." He said, and with that he leapt onto the Akaviri Warship's Deck.
He carved his way to the Helm. On it he found a Kamal helmsman and a Ka Po' Tun, simmilar in appearance to the Khajiiti in the Imperial Army, only darker furred and with black stripes. He looked at Link, and said with a grin, "You are the one with the Golden Power?"
Link started at the archaic phrase, "Golden Power," but nodded.
"Goooood…" The tiger-man purred, And drew a reverse-blade katana, bloodlust burning in his eyes.
"Then I shall take it from you." He said.
He ran at Link and prepared for a heavy downward slash, but Link thrust his sword forward. The tiger-man stopped, and stared down at the forty-four inches of holy steel sticking in him to the hilt. He had not factored that a normal being could never stand against a legend, much less the one with the ancient Golden Power. Blood began to drip from his mouth, which was gaping in surprise. The thoughts that only a dying man can have raced through his mind. Anger, regret, fear. The Golden Power had almost been his, but he had failed. With his last moment, he envisioned what he would have done had he got what he had come for. He would have been Emperor. He began to lose himself as he slipped away…
Link ripped the Master Sword back and spun, severing the Ka Po' Tun Admiral's head from his neck, and the tiger-man's blood splattered all over his face and torso. He then blasted the Helmsman away with an average-strength fire spell. He sighed as he sheathed his sword, hating the fact that people, be they Human, Elf or Beastman, died by his hand. He prayed that they would receive many blessings in the Golden Land. He walked solemnly out of the cabin to return to the Tamrielic Flagship and cut the floating hulk loose.
Link noted as he left that the fire spell, though not too draining, was more draining than that particular spell should be. He really became suspicious when he heard about Eats, who was at least as good at magic as he was, stumbling over a simple spell. He again felt the strange pull towards Akavir, feeling like that place held the answers to his questions.
Eats sat on a stool in his cabin, wondering at what was happening. He had prayed to the only god he worshipped, Akatosh, that what he knew was untrue, but the years of begging for wrongness were all for naught. It was all happening, and he couldn't stop it.
But he knew who could…
That's revised chapter 10. Thanks to Tristan Lavantyr A.K.A. Lady Aion Valkyrie for the much-appreciated advice.