Hello everyone! I come with a new chapter for you awesome peeps!
(just a warning, this chapter features fighting, blood, and gets kinda dark near the end, so you've been warned!)
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'OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH FUUUUUUUUUCK!' I screamed internally as I ran for my life. The demented laughter and cackling of the bokoblins chasing me grew louder as they grew closer. It had been two days since my run in with the guardian, and it seemed like everything was trying to kill me in this stupid forest! Practically an hour after the guardian had passed by, it began pouring rain, soaking both me and the ground below the lean-to. I had to leave the lean too the next day when, after heading into the woods to relieve myself, I came back to find that a Moblin had found my shelter and decided to take a nap in it, knocking half of it over.
I left the clearing with the boulder a day ago, and already, I've been attacked by at least three different groups of monsters! First it was two red bokoblins with sticks, then it was a Moblin with a spear, and now, I'm being chased by at least five or six blue bokoblins! I'd been able to lose the previous groups by hiding behind trees and boulders, or by just climbing trees and waiting for them to lose interest, but nothing I did allowed me to get away from this group! To make matters worse, everything hurts so, so fucking bad! My legs feel like jelly from running for what has to be an hour or so, and my lungs haven't burned this much since highschool p.e. class.
To just top off the 'fuck you in particular' that this day has been, it's been pouring for several hours now, and everythings soaked and muddy, and my feet feel like their gonna fall off.
'At least I haven't tripped ye-' my thoughts get cut off by presumably murphy himself, as my left foot hits a patch of stickier mud and sinks deeper than i was expecting, tripping me up and sending me sprawling painfully to the ground with a wet-
[THUD!]
[CRUNCH]
A horrible burning pain shoots up from my left ankle as it bends in a way it definitely shouldn't. A scream tries to rip its way out of my mouth, but my burning lungs let out only a small whimper.
The laughter and cackling picks up a frenzied sound as the bokoblins come closer and closer. Unable to stand back up, I look around at the woods, trying to find someplace to hide from the approaching monsters. There was no place to hide anywhere nearby.
Nowhere.
Fuck
—-pov shift—-
There were three things that Sasoni's mother had always told her to hold fast to. That the sun would always rise in the morning, that true friends would always be there for you, and that good always triumphs over evil. She had held onto these beliefs her whole life, from the day her mother had first told her as a small child, to the day she and her friends left on their journey in search of future husbands.
But…
But then the calamity happened, and her friends were lost to the Hylian machines. It seemed that everywhere she went, there was only destruction and chaos. Bloodthirsty swarms of monsters, greater in number than she had ever seen in her life, flooded into every town and village across Hyrule, killing and eating everyone they could get their filthy hands on. The Hylian machines crawled across the plains and forests blasting anything they saw. She had found her mothers cart. Near the burning remains of what used to be a small village What little remained of it. Another casualty of the machines.
Now she was alone, for the first time in her life. Her friends, her family, all of them were with the seven goddesses now, watching over her. That had been two days ago. Two horrible heartbreaking days of lonely travel back to Gerudo town, with only the continual groups of monsters breaking the silence. She had managed to make it near Manhala bridge when the sky had opened up, forcing her to take shelter at the edge of the Delite forest to wait out the rain. Normally she would've continued, rain be damned, but with the sheer amount of monsters out and about, trying to fight and run in this weather was a death sentence. All it took was one slip and she would be joining her ancestors and friends in the great plains.
She had leaned a few leaf covered branches across the entrance of her shelter, in order to give it some camouflage. Most monsters were dumb enough that just hiding behind some sticks and leaves was enough to lose their attention. It was one of the few things that kept her alive on her trip home. Opening her travel bag, she pulled out a piece of hard bread wrapped on cloth, the last of her food. Sighing, she took a bite, wincing at the near rock hard texture. As she chewed, she rewrapped the small loaf and placed it back into her pack. She would eat some more later, maybe when the burning ache in her heart cooled down a bit. Swallowing her food, she had just laid down on the thin sleeping mat beneath her when-
[TWINKLE…]
a strange melodical sound came from the entrance. Shooting up, she grabbed at the Scimitar that lay beside her, prepared for a fight. What she saw at the entrance shocked her, however.
A softly glowing pink ball of light with wings gently flew through the branches and leaves at the entrance towards her.
A fairy. A real fairy.
She had never seen one in real life, but she'd heard stories about them. It gently bobbed towards her, that beautiful tinkling sound growing louder as it approached. She couldn't stop looking at it, almost unconsciously lifting her right hand towards it slowly. It flew around her outstretched arm several times before floating around her head. Before she could even think, it shot towards the entrance, brushing past the camouflage sticks, rustling some of the leaves. 'W-what just happened…' she thought to herself, her arm falling to the ground limply. For a fairy to just show up, fly around her of all people, and then fly away…
On Top of that, the rain had vanished, as if someone had just turned it off.
Her mind had immediately gone to a story her mother had told her when she was a small child. A story of a boy led to his destiny by a fairy. Of fairies leading people to their destinies in times long past.
From outside her shelter, the fairy returned, bobbing with what seemed like an urgent energy in front of the entrance. Taking a deep breath, Sasani grabbed her Scimitar and shield, and headed for the entrance. If destiny was calling her, she would answer it the Gerudo way. With Steel and strength. She knew her friends would've followed the fairy, even if it led them over a cliff. Brushing the cover out of the way, she watched the fairy fly deeper into the woods of Dalite, away from the path. It paused for a moment, shooting off again once she began following it. She paused for a moment, glancing back at the shelter and her stuff. She was tempted to try and pack it all up, but a burst of louder tinkling interrupted her train of thought.
Wherever it was taking her, it truly had to be important.
—-Pov shift—-
Everything hurt. My left leg was throbbing in agony, especially my ankle which, based on that wet crack I'd just heard, was either broken or dislocated. Both were horrible options, and to make matters worse, the bokoblins had finally caught up with me. I'm not ashamed to say that by that point I was crying like a child, though it was hard to tell with the rain still falling. I was tired, exhausted, in pain and completely done with this shithole of a world. Why had I even been brought here?! I had no fighting experience, and practically no survival skills. Whose brilliant idea was this!?
The group of bokoblins seemed to take a lot of joy in seeing me in pain, laughing and pointing at me as if I was the funniest thing they had ever seen, the sick fuckers. While they were yucking it up like the bastards they were, I tried to crawl away towards the surrounding trees, hoping to be able to hide. I hadn't made it two feet before a harsh kick slammed into my left side, knocking the little bit of wind I'd gotten back. Another kick followed the first, and pretty soon the group was wailing on me like i was a fucking pinyada. A strangled scream of pain ripped its way out of my throat as the beating continued, growing more and more violent. Soon the kicks were replaced by the blows of sticks and crude clubs. With each blow, I could feel bones cracking, and breaking. A violent cough sent out a spray of blood and mucus.
I did the only thing I could. I screamed, I screamed and cried as loud as I could. My fingers were broken from being stomped on, and one of my eyes was swollen shut. The other eye was barely able to open.
'Please…'
[CRUNCH]
'Please…'
[CRACK]
'I…'
[THRUNK]
'I don't want to die…'
[CRATHUNK]
'I'LL DO ANYTHING!'
[CRUNK]
Anything…
God?
Hylia?
The rain seemed to stop, like someone had hit the off switch.
[TWINKLE]
Just as I thought that, a soft melodic tinkling sound seemed to appear from nowhere. There, floating just past the trees was a fairy. It bobbed up and down gently, almost as if it was waiting for something. It took a moment to realize that the blows had stopped. The bokoblins had also noticed the fairy, and by the sounds of it, were trying to figure out what to do about it.
This… this couldn't be a coincidence. That it appeared right after…
I tried to take a small breath, sending needles of agony shooting through my broken ribs, setting off a bloody coughing fit. Before I could even think, something, or someone seemed to shoot out of the woods from the direction of the fairy, bowling over the Bokoblins that surrounded me. A flash of red and silver was all I got before the screams of the monsters and angry shouting rang out in the clearing.
The tinkling grew closer, and a glance up revealed that the fairy had approached me. The tinkling grew louder as the fairy began flying over me, setting off a strange feeling throughout my body. The feeling of bones shifting back together and popping into place was a horribly wrong feeling that would have fascinated me, if them popping back in place wasn't just as painful as them breaking apart.
I would have screamed, if my ribs weren't still kindling. The pain of my bones moving on their own was too much, and I lost consciousness.
—-Pov shift—-
Sasani Charged into the clearing, using her right sided shield as a battering ram, sending the five Bokoblins that stood over a horribly beaten, barely clothed man. Without hesitating, she plunged her Scimitar into the throat of the closest dazed monster, splashing its foul blood across the ground it had been knocked onto. Using the round edge of her shield, she smashed it into the bokoblin beside her, knocking its head back and dazing it. She went to stab it as well, but had to take a quick step back as another bokoblin charged towards her. It leapt up into the air, obviously going for a head strike, making it incapable of dodging a shield to the chest. She followed the hit up with a stab into its gut, sending it to the ground screaming.
Turning back to the monster she had shield bashed in the face, she once again slammed her shield into its head before slicing it across its throat. She glared at another bokoblin holding a stick. The bokoblin looked at the stick, looked at her, glanced at the bodies in the clearing, and bolted away like a startled deer.
She raised her shield, looking around the clearing for the remaining bokoblin she had seen. A small cracking sound echoed through the clearing, drawing her attention immediately. There, near where the first bokoblin body lay, partially behind a tree, stood a perplexed bokoblin, holding a very broken bow. The bow was practically little more than a stick with a piece of string attached to it.
It looked at the bow, looked up at her, then back to the bow. She raised her weapon and shield and took a step towards the foul monster. Without even a second thought, it chucked the broken bow at her and sprinted away, making panicked shouts as it disappeared behind the trees. She took a moment to look in every direction, trying to make sure there weren't any more hiding behind the trees.
After a few minutes of silence, she carefully put away her Scimitar and shield, turning towards where the man lay. The fairy seemed to just listlessly float above him, bobbing this way and that with no real pattern. Kneeling down, she gently shifted his head to the side and pressed her fingers against his jugular. A feeling of relief came to her when she felt a pulse. A soft tinkling sound came from above her as the fairy floated down and nestled itself into the man's ratty, filthy hair.
"I assume this is what you were leading me to, little fairy?" Sasani asked the ball of light gently. When the fairy did little more than let out a small twinkle sound and nestle itself more into his hair, she took it as a yes. Being careful to not jostle him too much, she hoisted the man up, taking extra care to keep his injured limbs from jostling too much. With one more glance around the small clearing, she headed back towards the camp she came from.
Unseen by her, on the back side of man's right hand, the small flickering of a yellow triangle began to form, flickering for a few moments like a candle before fading.
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Deep underground, in a prison forgotten by its creators thousands of years ago, sits a shriveled husk. Its body lay bound tightly by glowing chains and straps covered with strange blue glowing runes, unable to move at all. On the husks right hand, a yellow triangle glows faintly. The husk lays still until, without warning, the triforce of power seems to dim almost imperceptibly for a few moments before returning to its previous glow. Eyes that hadn't been opened in thousands of years crack open, a sickly green light spilling from their pupils. The glowing chains and straps stop it from moving its head, but its eyes are able to move, turning to gaze in the direction that the husk's old home once lay.
The triforce begins glowing brighter and brighter as a whining sound of machinery fills the air. The chains holding the husks head begin glowing brighter and brighter as they try and stop it from moving. The glow of the chains and the whining of the machines holding them reach a fever pitch before-
[CRICK]
An almost imperceivable crack forms on the chain holding its head.
[CRI-CRACK]
Another, much larger crack forms next to it. Lips that had shriveled up to the point where one could see the teeth behind them slowly part, forming a facsimile of a smile.
A voice, barely more than a whisper, calls out from the husk.
"Welcome, void dweller…"
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Legasp! The plot is starting to happen, whether mc wants it to or not. I hope you all enjoyed this! Let me know what you all thought in the comments. I would love to hear any ideas or things you would want to add to this. :)
I've got a rough idea for what I'm gonna do with this story, so let me know if you've got a cool idea for this story.
