Chapter 2

The vast darkness

A deafening roar and the cries of people could be heard from the castle nearby. They were so close they could feel the lives of the people inside being torn from this world. Nathaniel shuddered. He looked toward the castle. The lights were dim. Why Death Mountain had to be so close to the queen he didn't know. He just knew that he wanted to get out of the vast, dark, open field as possible. He shook his head and kept walking by the group. He suddenly gave another violent jerk and fell to the ground. A small dark green dragon had hit him from behind. Its glittering scales seemed to dance in the moonlight as it jumped over Nathaniel and continued on its way.

"Damn it, that's the seventh time this night Cyrose! I'm really starting to get pissed off!" He yelled into the darkness of the night, his long black tunic blending in with the darkness. It hung just below his knees, his leather pouch carrying two fingerless gauntlets hung by his right side. A long dark grey sheath holding a dark red blade inside hung on his left hanging from the belt of his baggy white cotton pants. His short black hair hung down to his shoulders. His brown boots with gold metal outlining the bottom shone in the moonlight. The hover boots, an essential item to resurrecting the hero of time. He stood back up cursing under his breath as his Friend Nicholae helped him up.

"Well you're the one who suggested to the group that we should travel at night because it would offer better protection," He said mocking him. His Dark blue tunic hung from his bulging shoulders down to a few inches below his waist. A Long thin blade was strapped to his back. At the end was the thick bluish-green handle, together it was the goron's knife once used by the legendary hero himself. Nicholas's brown hair was dark in the night. Two heavy hammers hung from the opposite sides of his brown leather belt. On his hands were brown leather gauntlets with finger holes through them. Nicholae stood Nathaniel up and smiled, chuckling at him. Upon seeing his face he frowned.

"Nathaniel, you should try to cheer up sometime. You can't always be down at a time like this," He explained. Nathaniel shrugged the dirt off his tunic.

"Yes but someone has got to keep a strait face at times like this. Do you not see how close we are to the castle? We could be dead at any moment and here you are laughing, I mean come off it Nicholae there's nothing cheery here!" he answered giving Nicholae a piercing glare.

"Cheer! Cheer!" called the timid dragon from in front of them.

"You two stop arguing, we need to move as quickly and quietly as possible!" A voice called from behind. A gruff middle aged man stood behind them, followed by three other people. The gruff man made a motion for them to continue heading forward. Grelon was what they called him. He wore a long chain mail shirt, underneath a loose pale cotton shirt. He wore a long brown hooded woolen cape around his neck.

"We should move, now!" He called looking at them with menacing piercing eyes.

"It would be wise not to linger here. Especially so close to the castle," Deenand a tall skinny elf-like person with navy blue eyes, advised.

Deenand was an archer in training. His golden brown quiver hung from his left shoulder. The bow in his hands was a made of beautiful swan feathers. He had a villagers outfit, a tight leather vest upon a loose fitting cotton wool shirt with tight fitting cotton pants. He was the son of Hodake, the Kakariko village mayor.

Beside him was Saihra, also a student in archery. She held an elegant bow made of a shiny silver metal and the string from the magic of an ominous fairy that was once link's best friend on his journey. Sairha's long cloak hid her elegant slender body and her silver eyes as they walked down the dark path of hyrule field. She was silent and elegant; her movements were of grace and beauty. Her hair hung to her mid backside. It was an elegant color of black, her eyes the white of snow.

Saihra turned behind her. She could feel it approaching. She walked faster towards the only other person she trusted in the group.

Tatiana. Her best and undoubted friend, she had hair of the angels white and silver swaying just below her thighs. Her skin was soft as the dark billowing clouds that hung overhead. Her eyes a deep black and brown, she wore a white shirt with long silver sleeves. The shirt's waist ran down to just below her belt. Her tight leather pants fit around her skinny waist perfectly.

"Something's coming, and it's coming fast. I want you to warn the others please!" Saihra cried a whisper to her friend. Tatiana looked at her awe struck, "wh … what do you mean something's coming? You mean… from the castle?"

Saihra nodded. She quickly glanced back again. "I can feel it, the dark power, its coming!"

Tatiana gave a gesture that she understood, "Hey Nathaniel we have to find a hiding place. They're coming for us!"

Nathaneil turned his head toward his beloved sister, "Are you sure?" he asked.

Tatiana nodded. Grelon Looked to Nathaniel, "So what should we do next young one," he said in a oblivious tone. Nathaniel shook his head, "I…." he looked to the group as his voice trailed off into the distance.

Nicholae drew his hammers from his belt. "SO do we fight or continue until they catch up?" He asked looked into the distance, waiting as they all were. For the inevitable death that awaited them …