A/N: Ok, Chapter 8. First and formost is my undying gratitude to Sakurelle and PyroPrincessOfPeace. You two are just awesome for reviewing! Aslo note that this is part 2 of a battle, next will be part 3.

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Am I the only one who reads Author's Notes?

Chapter 8

Vulpumbra

As I lay sprawled on the ground, survival instincts kicked in, I rolled away from the Poe's attack and sprang to my feet. I spun my swords around, to clear myself some room. I took a step toward the Stalfos that slew Link, cold vengeance on my mind. But I stopped short.

A small light rose up from the Hero, it slowly circled him, shining brightly. Through the light I could see the wound on Link's head quickly repairing itself. Link slowly started to levitate up into the air. He landed lightly, standing up, and opened his eyes.

"Of course you would have a fairy on you." I sighed as Link promptly slew the Stalfos.

"'Be prepared'. Never go anywhere without a pocketful of filled bottles!" The Hero replied.

"Well you can go and take your bottles with you, those Gorons could use your help. I'll hold the enemy here."

"Vulp, your arm, you're bleeding." Link said.

"A minute ago your brains were splattered on the ground, this is nothing. Right now I need to take the fight to that Gerudo." I laughed back.

"You really are something else," he shook his head and laughed as he started to move back.

"Why does every girl that gets to know me say that?" I mused. "Might it have something to do with my vulpine, supernaturally heightened senses? Or is it simply that I'm just damn good looking? But Link, I'm sorry, but you just aren't my type."

I left the Hero of Time struggling for a retort and walked down to where the foe had halted.

"Is there one of you amongst this godforsaken lot that can match my power? Any one who can hold their own against me in single combat? If not, feel free to rush at me en masse. First come, first served. You've had your taste of death and you didn't much care for it. You want to live again. At least, having been through it once, what comes next shouldn't bother you." I snarled my challenge and sliced the air with my swords to emphasis my point. "The first one of you damned and twisted souls to take a step forward goes back to hell!"

A deathly silence hung over the valley. Nothing moved or breathed for that first few seconds. And then a hulking Stalfos took a slow step forward. Before it even had a chance to ready its shield, I leapt at it, instantly decapitating it with a saber. My attack had carried me to close to the main body of the enemy, and in a heartbeat I was besieged from all sides by the reanimated skeletons.

These moments were all a blur to me. It might have been only a minute; it might have been an hour there. Fighting the enemy that had set upon me from all sides, I was near smothered by the press of decayed bodies.

I was detached from my battling body, keenly aware of the fight from all angles. I could see myself savagely struggling against my undead opponents. I could see myself inflicting and taking severe wounds. But I could feel neither my grip on my swords nor the blows I saw myself being dealt.

At around this point I had lost all sense of the brawl. I was berserk. When I came back to myself a considerable amount of cracked and destroyed bones and weapons formed a large pile around me. I was kneeling on the ground, drained of my energy. I had appeared to win, but the cost was what I suspected and prepared for. But even though I knew what could only come of this fight I still felt sorrow at dying. What hadn't I resolved before this? I had no friends who might miss me. Oh. How did I forget about that?

Then I saw the Necromanceress approaching me. Somehow I found the strength to push myself to my feet.

"I never wanted any of this to happen…" The girl stood before me with a bowed head. "I never wanted you to get hurt. Please, you have to help me… I… am…"

I looked on bewilderedly, but part of me suspected a trap. Sure enough, the Gerudo looked up and stared at me angrily, I took a step back, startled by the sheer malice and hatred I had seen in her eyes.

"Get out of my way, or die here. It is your choice, Shadow. Those who stand between Power and I shall be crushed." The Necromanceress held up a closed fist. The back of her hand started to glow. The ground started to rumble vehemently.

Something was wrong here, something was very wrong. I wanted to move, to attack, to disrupt the spell, but I was rooted to the spot. I abruptly fell onto my back as the ground heaved thunderously. From where I lay I could see Death Mountain start to violently erupt.

Link

The Gorons muttered nervously as the Gerudo approached Vulpumbra and began to cast a spell. Suddenly a giant, massive column of fire and lava blasted into the sky. Riding the over six hundred and fifty foot pillar of molten rock was an enormous skeleton. The bones of the dead subterranean lava dragon circled the sky above us; it appeared to be on fire. The sight of it proved too much for the Gorons, who all fled in terror. Even as a skeleton it evoked dread and fear.

"Volvagia."

To be Continued...