Sirithe sighed and leaned his head back against the side of the wagon. Sent back to Kakariko, and not because he kept talking out against General Gano, but in a caravan, to do "guard duty." More like he was an inconvenience with his injured arm on the front.

He gazed down at the Gerudo and wondered what was so different between him and her, other than the fact that they grew up in different societies, he didn't know who she fought, but he heard she killed him and was knocked out by a different Hylian. He didn't know how true that was, but oh well.

He rubbed his shoulder absentmindedly as he thought. This damned war was going the be the end of Hyrule, Gano wasn't going to know when to quit, and the Gerudo were just as good as the Hylians, all this could become was a waste of young lives.

He rotated his non-injured right shoulder to get some of the kinks out of it. How long was this damn ride going to be? The ride began to get a bit more rough, and the lantern in his hand shook slightly.

He stood up and looked outside, good, they were about halfway there, not too much longer now. He walked back to where he had been sitting. He closed his eyes and slipped into a sort of sleep, sort of awake state of mind.

He saw himself in the desert with Breed again, the two of them charging to fight for the glory of Hyrule, for the first, but not the last time together. They ran across the desert avoiding danger and jumped into a trench, the two of them fighting in tandem side by side.

Then suddenly it changed, Breed was struck down, but not by artillery, the way Sirithe knew he died, he could feel it nagging at him from the back of his mind. Then suddenly he was swarmed from the side.

He tried fighting, but couldn't do anything at all. The Gerudo surrounded him, but wait, they weren't all Gerudo, and they didn't appear hostile, on the contrary they were asking him if he was okay. Then the entire vision Sirithe called it for lack of a better word ended in a ball of fire.

He jumped to and looked around, then saw what happened, he dropped his lantern and it hit his leg and made a slight burn mark where it hit. He sighed again, he couldn't even sleep to pass the time.

Then he noticed that the bumps were starting to stir the Gerudo girl. He left her alone and watched her fidget around. That was when he noticed that she was looking at him. "She's awake sir" one of the others with him said.

"I injured my shoulder not my eyes soldier, I can still see." Sirithe snapped.

"Yes sir, sorry sir." The soldier murmured.

Sirithe just grunted and looked back at the Gerudo who seemed to be in pain. He walked close to her and kneeled down "Don't worry, we're almost to Kakariko."

The Gerudo made no response, but he saw that it scared and worried her. Trying to reassure her he said "You put up a hell of a fight."

The Gerudo glared at him and said "Obviously not enough."

Ayame turned her head away from him and smiled to herself. "don't worry" you say…heh…"don't worry! You're going to hell…" Ayame smirk faded away, her bangs fallen over her eyes. She didn't want to die in Kakariko. She wanted to kill herself in battle, not die rotting in a filthy cell.

She had no home and no friends. When she returned to Gerudo Valley, she discovered her mother died in the war. It was so like her mother to be fighting even as an older woman.

It was for Naoto. The one man she loved and respected. She wanted to protect him, protect his home, and his family. But he had died in her arms a couple of hours ago. She had no purpose anymore. As tear fell down her cheek, she sucked in air and held her breath, to keep from crying. She turned her head away from Sirithe even more.

She remembered being with her mother, with the other Gerudos. She would still be there with them, had she not saved that Hylian boy's life. How ironic, that she had saved a Hylian and now she killed them. What had made the boy so different? And now, why did this young Hylian care? He sounded so friendly for a guy who was keeping her prisoner.

Ayame struggled to reach the bottle of poison in her cloak…

"What the Hell!" screamed the one Hylian driving the wagon. Ayame's eyes widened and she lifted her head to see what was going on. Sirithe got up and went to the front of the wagon. With a bit of trouble, Ayame sat up to get a better look. "The prisoners…they must have…Ahh!" At that moment, a bomb had it the train of wagons. Ayame and a few others were thrown from the wagon.

Ayame rolled onto the grass and landed on her stomach. The grass felt so soft compared to the wood she had been laying on earlier. She opened her eyes, already sore to begin with. Only an inch away from her was a dead man laying in a pool of blood. She sat up quickly and realized her hands had become free. She reached down and untied her ankles. She stood up, stumbling a bit, and saw the wagon now in flames. She saw the young man who had talked to her laying on the grass a few feet from the wagon. She stumbled over to him, and gently picked him up. She dragged him farther from the wagon, and placed him in the shadows of a building, hoping he could recover before possibly getting hurt again. "Thank you for your kind words…" she whispered. She wished she hadn't snapped at him.

Seeing him there was somewhat of a revelation for her. She had been raised to hate Hylians, yet this man seemed like he was only doing his job, and taking the time to comfort her, even though she was the enemy. There were probably more Hylians like him, Hylians who hated this war as much as she did.

Suddenly, Ayame remembered. "Damn it! No!" She ran towards the burning wagon, and searched the wreckage, burning herself a bit. "Ah ha!" She picked up her sword, still safely tucked in its sheath. She was careful to grab it with the edge of her cloak. She backed away from the flames and whirled it around to cool it off. Once it was cool, she strapped it to her waist, and ran forward a few feet, ducking beside a building.

Kakariko was a mess. All kinds of people were running around, Hylian soldiers…prisoners. Who had done this? Suddenly, she spotted three dark figures fighting some Hylian soldiers. She leaned in closer to the wall, so as not to be seen. The enemies hardly had a time to react, they moved so quickly and skillfully. Were these the men who started this? Who were they? As they got closer to her, she noticed one was a Gerudo. Then she saw the other was a Hylian. Then it's true. What she had thought before was now here in full view. A Gerudo and a Hylian fighting side by side. She smiled to herslf, and pulled her hood over her head. For now, this would do as her purpose. She unsheathed her katana, and ran towards them.

She ran up behind an attacking Hylian soldier and sliced his head clean off. She was now closer to Gnisal, Meathos, and Jedam. "I'm here for you Gerudo!" she shouted, her cloak flying back, exposing the Gerudo tattoo on her upper right arm. She didn't care what happend now, she just wanted to die fighting.

Sirithe lay on the hard ground, with some minor bruises and burns covering his body. He stood up slowly and shook his head. Everything in the caravan was a burning wreck, as if a direct hit by a bomb. Kakariko stood in the distance with signs of a fight.

He looked around the former caravan, no sight of the Gerudo he was escorting, no sight of her weapons either. He then heard her yell "I'm here for you Gerudo!"

He looked for his sword in the sheath on his belt, it wasn't there, neither was the shield that made him part of the Wolfpack. He looked around, there it was, lying about ten feet away.

He walked over and picked up the two items. He looked more closely at the fight, which didn't seem to be as much of a fight anymore, there was a Hylians, a Sheikah, and counting the prisoner he was escorting two Gerudo.

He walked towards the wreckage at the gate, and looked around, there were more guards coming, but he had time to say something "You guys need a fifth helper? This war is over for me, I die with you, or I fight with you."

One of the Hylians, with a longsword that designated him as the Hellrider class looked at Sirithe and said "Wolfpack, eh? Yeah, we could use you."

As soon as that exchanged ended the guards were on them again.

From inside Jack's cell he could hear quite a comotion from up above. Smal explosions going off in numerous places in the prison, but it seemed that the fighting had not reached Solitary yet. Jack yelled in hopes that someone would hear him, but to no avail...then...

"Over here! Get these men out! They'll be a help! They're in solitary for a reason!" A man said through the noise of the battle.

A scrabling of men could be heard afterwards and soon the cell gates were being opened. Jack waited patiently and, soon enough, his door flew open. Jack Peace ran out with a new vigor, taking up a fallen guards weapon and looking for the nearest engagment.

Jack turned to see an explosion and as the dust settled he could see a group of five armed men. Jack inspected them closly and saw that one, perhaps the leader, was a Hellrider.

Without a word Jack jumped into the battle and slayed one guard. He then turned to the Hellrider and spoke,

"Room for one more?"