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Chapter Four
Strength of Poison
Gannondorf sat at his coal-like mineral desk; his fingers pressed together, his head bowed. He appeared to be sitting like that for hours, when a Lizalfos guard blundered in, and gave a hurried bow. "Your Lordship, I have bad news."
Gannondorf stood up, and put on a terrifying scowl. The room seemed to have grown darker, and Gannondorf seemed to grow taller. "How dare you interrupt my meditation? Have you no respect for those you call Lordship?" He screamed, in a more terrible voice than most even imagined Gannondorf had the power to reach.
The Lizalfos looked horrified, and jumped back a whole six feet, and then gave another bow. "V-very sorry, y-your highness. B-but it c-couldn't wait."
At this Gannondorf seemed to calm a little, and sat back down in his black stone chair. "Alright. What news could interrupt my thoughts? Spit it out, snake."
"Well, sir, um… It seems… Link has, uh, returned… and… killed… two of our most powerful soldiers."
An ugly stone knife pierced the Lizalfos' chest, and nailed him to the wall behind him. Gannondorf smiled at his marksmanship, and then resumed his scowl. After a moment of thinking, he took a deep breath, and then exhaled. "Agahnim!"
Agahnim hurried into the room, and gave a low bow, so that his head almost touched the floor. "Agahnim, do you remember the mirror?"
Agahnim, a short man in a midnight-blue robe and hood, rubbed his chin in deep thought, then uttered in a high and bent voice, "Which one, sir? Oh, yes, that one!"
"Yes, that one. Put it on a pedestal in the Bronze Guard's trial. Don't be caught though. It seems link has returned."
Zelda sat playing her ocarina on the balcony outside her room. She played a slow, melancholy song she had written for Link, and no one had yet heard it but her. Halfway through a note, however, she stopped, and looked up at the stars. She once again felt Link's presence in Hyrule. "He has returned."
There was a brilliant flash of light, and where Zelda sat was Sheik, the last of the Sheikah tribe. He had much to do to prepare for Link's return. Sheik knew of Gannondorf's chaos powers, and knew the only way to regain the Master sword was with Slahinyr, the sword of Light. He had to regain it.
He leapt off the balcony, and ran behind a guard's back in complete silence. Not a single blade of grass seemed to have shifted. He ran for Hyrule's prison where she had a contact.
It took several minutes to reach the large campus, crowded with black, two-story buildings full of barred windows. Sheik planted his right foot on one of those windows, and as he leapt to the roof of the building, he heard someone scream, "Hey, get offa my window!"
He scanned the roof for the skylight, and it didn't take long to find it. He lifted the glass and placed it at his side, and tied his whip to a hole in the roof. With his whip tied outside, he lowered himself into Kaahshi's office, the warden of Hyrule prison. But as he did so, the warden herself walked in to the office, and Sheik quickly jumped to a shadow.
Kaahshi chuckled. She was a Gerudo, trained to be a security officer in Hyrule Castle, and Sheik knew her well. "Haven't seen you in a while, Sheik. I assumed you'd been laying low since the return of Gannondorf."
"Yes, basically. I feel that Link has returned. He will need Slahinyr to stop Gannondorf."
"Ah, that is a fragile subject indeed. It will not be easy to regain your ancestor's sword. At the moment, it is in the hands of Gannondorf's general, a very evil stalfos called Deimos. He has been granted Gannondorf's chaos powers, and will not be easy to defeat."
"Then I will kill him. To save Hyrule, I must claim the sword. I still have my katana on my back and my whip at my side. I will defeat him."
"If you need poison, there is a secret store of the stuff in the confiscation room." Kaahshi put on a disgusted scowl, and Sheik retorted, "What's that face?"
"Nothing, just poison… it's a terrible way to die."
Sheik laughed, and replied, "Yes, it is. But I think you underestimate the strength of poison."
Afterwards, Kaahshi gave Sheik the location of the base Deimos currently commanded. Sheik turned down the poison, he didn't need any.
A half an hour later, Sheik approached the evil fortress rising from the cold night sand-dunes of the Gerudo wilderness. It was a large base, with a high granite-like wall around it. In the walls was what appeared to be a small, one-story building, but according to Kaahshi's information, actually sprawled over a large underground area.
Sheik drew the ninja-to like katana from his back. It had a blue blade and a white hilt, and seemed to glow blue a little. Sheik (with the katana still in his right hand) jumped up and planted his left hand firmly on the top of the wall. However, just as it reached the top, a Moblin guard in black scale-mail and a stone looking spear, seemed to be patrolling the top of the wall when he noticed the white-gloved hand at the edge of the wall. It let out a grunt, and looked over the wall directly in the Sheikah's red eyes. He only had time for a gasp before the blue katana ran across his neck, and his head rolled from his shoulders.
Sheik jumped up on the wall, and overlooked the base that was now before her, kicking the Moblin's body to the side. The building also seemed to have a roof made for standing on, and there was a wooden trap-door in the middle of it, probably containing stairs down. Sheik leapt from the wall to the top of this building (There were far too many Lizalfos guards on the ground), and tied his whip to the parapets nearest the large, iron double-doors at the front of the building. He swung down on it into the base, and shut and locked the door behind him. If this doesn't work, he thought, this will hold the guards for a little longer.
Just as he had thought, there were stairs leading up to the trap-door on the roof, and next to those stairs were some leading down, spiraling far into the ground. Sheik took these, preparing for any number of soldiers down wherever they lead.
He counted sixty-two spiraling steps down into the ground, and peered around the corner at the bottom. There were four Lizalfos soldiers guarding a large door in that room. Sheik put his hand in a pouch on his waist, and pulled out four green-tipped needles. With a flick of his wrist, the four Lizalfos fell dead symmetrically.
Sheik walked into the room, again drawing his katana. There was more than this. It was too easy.
Sheik guessed correctly. From the ceiling, apparently through the stone, fell three Wolfos. The poison Sheik wielded could not affect the Wolfos' corrupt hide. The Dark Wolves knew this as well as she did.
The first of them snarled, and shot a sharp claw out at the Sheikah, but was deflected by the blue katana. Sheik's whip shot out at the black claws, and the Wolf was pulled across the room and into the floor, breaking a small crater in the white stone.
The second would not be deceived by the trick. As the whip shot towards it, it pounded its steel-like paw over it, and pulled it away with his other one. But as he did, three of the poison darts shot at its hide, distracting it for the smallest fraction of a second, while the sapphire katana shot through its mouth and out the back of its neck.
The third, quite a bit larger with glossy black fir, was cunning and its bright red eyes depicted intelligence. Its black claws were longer, thicker, sharper, and a darker and more menacing jet black, while the others' were very glossy.
The katana came down on its claws, and when any other claws would have shattered, his didn't give a single sign of wear. The katana moved from the Wolf's claws to his hind-legs with lightning speed, but the Wolfos leapt high over it and roared, and attempted to spring on the Sheikah, where the whip took its claws and swung behind Sheik, but the Dark Wolf landed safely on its feet. It was angry, though, as it had been battered badly at its landing, and gave a horrendous howl as if at the moon. This gave Sheik enough time to cut the Shadow Wolfos apart, and presently lunged the katana through its throat and out its back.
With all of the Wolfos killed, all three vanished in a wisp of black smoke, right down to the thick, tar-like black blood on spattered on the ground.
Sheik walked cautiously into the room, watching out for more soldiers. When he saw there were no more, he silently opened the large iron door the soldiers were guarding. Inside were around thirty chairs and a slide projector, with a blueprint of Hyrule Castle on it. Sheik took this and put it in a pouch on his waist. He then started tapping the brick wall with the katana.
Thup, thup—Thup, thup—Clang!
That was the noise he was looking for. It was obvious to him now, and he pressed in a brick that was a darker grey. The walls opened up to reveal a secret room. In the middle of it was a black-marble chair, and on it sat a large Stalfos, looking very strange in a chain mail basinet and shirt. He had a mangy grey mustache that hung past his chin and a beautiful sword was strapped to his back.
With the entrance of Sheik, he stood quickly and drew the sword from his back. It had an eagle designed hilt with a black leather handle spotted with gold. He said, in a gritty voice, "What do you want, Sheikah? I thought I destroyed your race! You are sand in my shoe! Why must you return?"
"I've come for the sword you now wield. It was my father's, and before that his father's and his father's before. It is rightfully mine, and I will take it from you, willingly or not."
"This sword?" Deimos cackled demonically, and gave the closest to a smile a skeleton could. "Then I must have killed one of those. It is mine now, and you won't take it from me!"
Sheik whipped his hand into his pouch and threw six needles at the Stalfos, all deflected easily with Slahinyr.
Sheik drew his katana lightning-fast and lunged at Deimos with invisible speed. But even that was deflected by the powerful sword. Deimos counterattacked, trying to sweep the sword along the back of the Sheikah's calves, but she jumped over him and attempted to bring his blue katana down on his head. This was also blocked, as Deimos turned and swung the sword upon the katana with unmatched speed. Sheik recoiled, giving Deimos the time to clash the sword up against the katana and into the wall behind Sheik, where it stuck ten inches into the stone.
Deimos cackled again, but Sheik was prepared for this. He pulled his whip from his waist, and with lightning movements whipped the sword from Deimos' hand, spun a three-sixty, and drove the sword through the Stalfos' skeleton jaw and out the top of his forehead. Sheik yanked Slahinyr away, shattering the front of Deimos' face, and then kicked his broken corpse into the far wall, shattering his bone body and cracking him to oblivion. Sheik did all this in one smooth movement, no hesitation.
Sheik took up the dust-covered Slahinyr from the shattered bones, and wiped it off. He strapped it to his back, right over the blue katana's sheath, which was filled with a dented and dinged katana after a moment of pulling. He then walked out of the room back through the secret staircase from which he came.
As he came back to the front door, he was very glad he had locked the door, which was now being battering-rammed. Sheik guessed that they must have sensed the death of their general.
At that moment, Sheik remembered the trap-door on the stairs, and turned the small iron handle in the very middle of it. Finding it was locked, Sheik broke it with the katana, and jumped out, not bothering to use the stairs. As she reached the top, however, the heard the main doors shatter with the screams of many Moblin and Lizalfos as they charged up the narrow staircase to the trap door. As the first Moblin reached the top of the steps, a blue katana blade was thrust through the top of his skull, through the glossy black basinet.
Sheik jumped to the top of a parapet, while throwing poison darts at the squad of two Moblins and a Lizalfos. Sheik leapt away as the three monsters fell dead. Many more monsters poured onto the rooftop with Sheik seemingly vanished, and the Zelda half of Sheik had to snicker a little and their puzzled grunts and hasty footsteps.
