Deep into the sodden tomb, past mounds of earth and shelves of ashes, through the primitive halls and into a large open room stood a young woman, her white hair tied in a knot behind her head, dressed in royal blue, overlaid with the silver of her armor. Her large burgundy eyes studied the cold room. It was made entirely of stone, and at the head of the room was a stage, red curtains hiding all but the edge of the platform. The room itself was empty other than the curtain and the white-haired woman, though that was deduced only by what she could see mingled with anything her ears happened to hear. Not entirely accurate on her part.

The woman traipsed over towards the stage noiselessly, stopping midway and Elven ears twitching slightly. She heard breath. She took two steps forward and one step to the right just as a huge thud sounded in the exact place she'd been a moment before. That was the problem with Iron Knuckles, they weren't very intelligent on their own and had a terrible sense of timing. The woman turned quickly, an enormous suit of gerudo-crafted armor was unfolding from the crouch it had landed in. That was another fault; the thing inside the suit (for sometimes they were human and others not) was so weighed down by the armor that it slowed its legs down immensely. It turned to face her and let out a sort of growl before it charged at her, metallic clangs sounding with each step of its pounding feet. It raised its oversized halberd over its head and brought it down swiftly, only missing the woman's feet as she strafed. The head of the halberd wedged into a crack in the stone and the woman moved behind the Iron Knuckle quickly. She reached around its head and caught it in the bend of her arm, her fingers curled into a fist. The other hand was already laden with a small dagger which it brought down upon the creature's unprotected back. It let out a roar as it ripped the halberd from the ground and broke the woman's grip. Again it swung, pivoting on the spot so as to hit her at an angle; but this time the woman gripped the handle of the halberd as it came down. This seemed to take the thing by surprise, and feeling its momentary weakness, the woman shifted her feet, pulling a tight 360 with the halberd now in her own hands. As her spin stopped so did the weapon, right into the stunned creature's chest. A moment later the Iron Knuckle fell backwards, its metal plated head hitting the ground with a loud clatter. The woman looked up from the fallen enemy to see that the red curtains were being drawn back.

"Good job…" She muttered. Her body fell limply to the ground. From the fallen sheikah came a shadow, which seemed almost tangible. If one looked closely enough he would see two eyes in the misty shadow, but no one ever got close enough to do so. The shadow hovered over to the side of the sheikah woman and slowly materialized into the form of a tall lady with red hair, violet eyes, and aqua tinged skin. She wore a strange dress of white, purple designs trailed down the skirt, and an odd black hat sat on her head, holding her hair (with the exception of the bangs that hung to one side of her face) in place. The lady slunk up the couple of stairs that led to the stage and found a stone similar to a grave marker there. Her red eyes scanned the stone quickly, reading the poem that was engraved there with very little interest. What did interest her however was the small line of music that lay at the end of the poem. She ran a long finger across the notes, the sharp red nail hovering barely above the engraving. The song would silence the dead…it would purge the darkness, and ultimately it was too much of a threat to her plan. With a little smile upon her lips, she moved her whole hand back to the beginning of the song and slowly raked her long fingernails all the way across it; the polished stone squealed horribly, and she went over it once more until the notes had been scratched away. The boy would have to be dealt with later, but for the moment the song was safe from any other troublemakers…

Veran left the little stage and nudged the other woman's body with her foot. The sheikah was merely unconscious, and the sorceress couldn't afford to have Zelda's little bodyguard roaming about. Just as she reached for the halberd, the sound of the tomb's door rang from the hallway. Veran looked up quickly; even with her abilities, the sorceress couldn't afford to be found out. With a hateful look at the white-haired woman, she faded into a shadow once more and drifted out of the tomb, passing a bleeding young man, the reverend, and a soldier on her way out. If anything, she'd managed to destroy the engraving of the Sun's Song, and she might've even framed that fool Impa…though a more final departure would have made her much happier. Next time she would do better, but for now it was a decent start, at least until it was safe to use magic again...

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"AUGH! CAN'T WE JUST LEAVE IT ALONE!"
"I'm afraid not."
"IT'LL BE FINE, YEOWCH!"
"No it won't, quit wiggling."
"I'M NOT WIGGLING!"
The nurse set down her surgical needle and walked around the examination table to face Link. "You ARE wiggling and you can STOP YELLING!" she told him in frustration "I already have to be careful because of where the cut is at (Link interjected with "It isn't a cut."), you yelling is only making me nervous!" Link glared back at her, his own face was contorted with both annoyance and pain. Anesthetic had yet to be invented, and being stitched up without it hurt like---well, anyway...

"If someone would quit prodding around my neck..." he growled and gave her a nasty look. She opened her mouth to retaliate just as another nurse scurried through the door, stopping dead the second she caught site of what was going on. The nurse's eyes wandered over to Link's neck (which was only partially sewn up) and back to the red-faced nurse who was supposed to be taking care of it. The other nurse soon realized this and turned even redder than before. "Erin, you can't just stop in the middle of a procedure!" cried the nurse who'd wandered in. She took haste in cleaning around Link's wound and continuing to stitch where Erin had left off, while the latter left the room looking thoroughly embarrassed. The rest of the time that the other nurse (whose name was Melinda) stitched him up, Link sat gritting his teeth and trying not to say anything lest he frustrate another nurse and go from examination table to autopsy table.

When Melinda had finally finished stitching and had taken care of cleaning up around the gash, she helped Link pull his tunic over his neck. "You're going to have to lay off the swordplay until we can find you a good healer," she sighed and looked sympathetically at him. "You could open the cut again." Link looked at her blankly for a moment but ended up forcing a smile. "I needed some down-time anyway," "That's one heck of a way to get it." Melinda muttered as he left. "Worse things have happened." Link called back to her. He placed a handful of rupees on the desk in the lobby as he left and continued out the door rubbing his neck (which he instantly found was not a good idea). Erin, who had been seated at the desk turned to face Melinda as she came out "The boy's as dumb as a rock." Erin noted. Melinda looked thoughtful "But he's cute." Erin only rolled her eyes.