Yes! Chapter 3, finally! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in... forever. I'll try to keep writing more though.
Enjoy! Thanks for all the reviews!
Vaati lay very still for the first minute after his fall. He'd landed facedown, with his arms circling his head protectively. His legs were curled up under him. The adrenaline's effect from the jump left him shaking- or perhaps that just leftover fear.
But to Vaati, that one minute felt like an eternity.
Then finally- finally-, he realized that he was alive. He sighed, somewhat relieved. The cotton had obviously done its job, although he'd still gotten the wind knocked out of him. Whenever he took a breath, it was somewhat painful. His ribs had really taken a blow, but he could tell that they were just bruised.
Eventually, he wiggled his fingers, then rotated his wrist. So far, nothing was broken. Then he gently, almost delicately, he shifted his arms from their previous position above his head to his sides. Once again, there was no pain, except for a dull throbbing in his chest.
Then Vaati felt the pain- real pain. It left him nauseous- his eyes lost focus and he felt like throwing up. He merely wheezed agonizingly, for he hadn't anything in his stomach. He had to find the cause of it- it felt like his entire body was on fire, although he knew that, so far at least, he was ok.
Vaati finally moved his legs. He cautiously uncurled his right one- it was ok. He decided that the nausea was just from his chest and shrugged off the pain. Unconcernedly, he raised himself onto his elbows, then jerked himself off the floor.
Pain! Pain! PAIN!
His mind screamed the word over and over and over! No matter what he told himself- he was fine, right? - the pain enveloped him. He bit down hard to keep his teeth from slicing his tongue in half. He ended up with a mouthful of lavender hair, but at least it stifled his scream. The Hylians, to Vaati's knowledge, could still be around, and his instincts remembered that.
The pain left his head throbbing. He panted from it- but he still didn't know the cause. He took a quick look behind at his feet. His eyes widened and dilated- he was in shock.
A piece of glass had stabbed through his left foot.
Of course, Vaati's mind sneered, Of course it would be the foot you didn't check!
His mind could still be a sarcastic pain in the ass, even at a time like this. No wonder Ezlo was constantly whacking him.
The message itself was slow to travel to his brain, unlike the pain. His eyes just couldn't seem to comprehend that a piece of glass had stabbed through his foot. He just blinked stupidly.
It's- it's FAKE. This is just a… dream. A dream, right? All that -BLOOD- isn't real… it just can't be… He laughed, and it wasn't unlike that of a mad persons'.
He continued to stare at his foot, his mind still unable to process what had happened. Vaati did such a good job at coaxing himself into believing that he was dreaming that he actually reached over and ripped the glass out of his foot. He held it in his hand for a minute, and then dropped it with a crash.
Once again, all he knew was pain. He clawed furiously at his foot, almost as though he were a wounded animal. Not surprisingly, that didn't help him much.
After a while, when he had stopped writhing in pain, he lay stomach down on the floor. Vaati felt so lost, and didn't know what to do. He knew that lying there wouldn't help him, as there was the constant danger of Hylians, but if he moved, the pain came back.
Stop being silly, He snapped at himself, It's going to hurt no matter what. Just get out of here and hide somewhere until it's bearable!
Gritting his teeth, he hauled himself off the floor and finally stood, balancing on his right foot. He'd upset the left one a little, but the shocks were less intense. He bent his knee to keep the hurt foot off the floor, and then took a look around.
He hadn't realized just how big everything was! The table he'd just fallen from towered higher above him than anything in the room. It intimidated him, and it wasn't good for hiding anyways.
He looked further away, this time out of the kitchen. He saw some strange, grass-like, creamy colored substance covering the floor. It looked soft, and at once he decided to check it out. He took one hop, then another, and gave up. There was no way that he could hop all the way over there. He sat down, again favoring his left foot.
Vaati reached over and dragged the cotton towards him. It was soft, warm and fluffy, and he needed to rest a bit and think. He'd seen some strange lumpy furniture in the room with the creamy floor covering, and he knew that it'd be a fabulous place to hide, but he needed to get over there first.
He settled into the cotton and let out a small sigh. His chest was still a little sore, so he focused on that instead of his constantly throbbing foot. Ignoring the large pain for a smaller one helped him a little, but he still hadn't figured out what to do. If he had to, he would really hop all the way, but broken glass lay all around him and he didn't need to kabob his other foot.
Vaati glanced around the kitchen again and mentally cursed it. This was where he'd been held captive, and he didn't like it one bit. He wished he could get away, but his stupid foot stopped him. He sighed miserably, gently nursing the hurt foot.
His instincts were still on alert, and so he fidgeted a little, unable to keep still. He poked at the cotton, pulled at loose thread on his robes, and dragged his finger through small puddles of his own blood. The once clean tile floor was a huge mess, and now smudges of crimson added to the disaster. Not that he cared, of course.
Vaati nervously chewed at a nail. Ezlo had always told him that it was a rather nasty, annoying habit of his, but he couldn't help himself. He'd always been rather high-strung and slightly paranoid, and knowing that Hylians were lurking about didn't do wonders for his nerves. His heart was still slamming in his chest.
He decided to curl up and think a bit. Closing his eyes, while keeping his nose and ears alert, helped to relax him a little. He needed a plan, desperately, and chewing his nails distracted him. He softly counted to ten, like he always did when he was angry, or in this case, frightened. His long eyelashes slowly drooped over his ruby eyes.
Vaati relaxed there for a bit, probably about ten minutes, when a huge crashing noise startled him. He almost let out a yelp as he upset his foot again. He squeezed his eyes painfully shut and willed the waterworks to shut off.
Then he heard it again. It was coming from the front of the house. Vaati immediately burrowed under the cotton, trembling. If the Hylians came back, he'd be imprisoned again. And this time, they'd be more careful about where they put him… not that he wanted to jump off a table ever again.
He kept one beady little red eye on the front door. It would shudder violently with every crash, and he could barely make out small splinters flying from it. It looked like someone was trying to break in…
Another crash. This time, Vaati saw a crack run up from the bottom of the door, and stop almost even with the knob. Any second now, and that door would break apart. Vaati readied himself for another crash, covered his ears, and shrank down even more.
He softly counted the seconds as they went by.
One. He muttered, Two…three…four…
Vaati felt the next crash. The bottom right corner of the door literally blew apart! Splinters, dust, and even some rock pieces shot into the house. Vaati curled up and hid his face. His heart rate had gone up again, and it thudded against his hurt ribs almost painfully.
Then he heard another sound, but it was nowhere near as violent or loud as the previous noise. It was a soft pitter-patter, almost like rain. But Vaati had seen the window outside earlier, and the day was just as sunny and stupid as the day before.
Vaati didn't really like sunny days.
The quiet sound came closer, and a bit louder. A horrible thought lodged itself in his mind- What if it's a cat? He didn't want to see it swipe at him, and he couldn't escape with a hurt foot.
Maybe if I don't see it coming, it won't hurt as badly…The sound came closer and closer… and a new sound added to the mix. It was a dull thump, like wood hitting the floor. The pitter-patter also became a bit harsher, as though it was changing what it was walking on.
Walking…? Vaati thought, It's something walking? It doesn't really sound like a cat anymore…
He peeked out from his soft hidey-hole and tried to make out what was walking. He still couldn't see it, but he could see the front door. In the corner was a huge hole (at least for a Minish) and through it, he could see… outside. Vaati's eyes widened and his heart beat wilder, but this time because of excitement.
If he could somehow drag himself over there, he'd be free…
Vaati hadn't been paying much attention to the sounds. He suddenly noticed that it had stopped, and was now being replaced by a voice.
It was soft and low, but Vaati could make out some words. It took a moment to dawn on him that the words were in the Picori language, not Hylian. He twitched involuntarily, straining his ears to hear exactly what the speaker was saying.
"…irraccih on uz-iruf…" the voice chanted.
Vaati twitched again. The person was chanting… a freezing spell? But no one he knew could use such a spell…
Except for that person… but there was no way that he'd be here.
Just as a blinding, silver light filled the air, Vaati shouted something, but it was lost in the metallic crack of the spell.
Losing himself completely, Vaati ignored his pain and scrambled as fast as he could to safety. Such a powerful spell would be disastrous if he got struck, and he needed to move fast. His foot protested fiercely, but he didn't feel it. He simply moved.
He'd barely ducked behind a table leg when the spell's icy cold wind blew by. He felt everything go cold. The tips of his ears numbed and his fingers felt frozen. Vaati himself was relatively ok, except for his foot, which now demanded that it be felt.
When the spell had cleared, Vaati sank quietly to the floor, sobbing softly. He didn't even have tears anymore, but he still cried. He felt that he was going to die here, with a crazy psycho after him throwing hexes left and right. Well, that or that stupid Hylian child was going to squeeze him to death...
His foot screamed at him.
A green-clad figure noticed movement for the first time. His silver hair had just settled down from the wind left behind from his spell, and his robes had also stopped billowing.
He couldn't help but be cautious- the freezing spell had been to keep hindrances away temporarily, although he'd hoped he could sneak in and sneak out without anyone noticing. Now his task was to look for a certain someone, and the movement he'd glimpsed out of the corner of his eye intrigued him.
He readied his staff, and old, wooden thing with a carving of a bird's head on the end. It had been with him through the thick and thin, and it was one of his only methods of self-defense. Fortunately, he was extremely experienced, and his stick was enough.
The old sorcerer took a step forward, and then another, taking careful aim with the staff. If the creature that moved were hostile, it would soon see the wrath of a powerful spell. You could never be too cautious, he told himself.
Then he heard the most curious noise. He immediately relaxed- something, or someone, was crying, and he wouldn't want to hurt whoever it was. His heart actually went out to them.
He continued walking towards the sound, and then the person shifted again. He saw, briefly, a Minish paw. He sighed, deeply relieved. The other living thing here, beside himself, was one of his own kind. He traveled across the carpeted floor over to the kitchen.
There was a huge mess there. Glass and strange, reddish smudges covered the floor. There was a fluff of cotton, as well. He carefully picked his way through the mess, making his main goal the other Picori.
All of a sudden, the Minish turned towards him. Red eyes bored into his own cool, gray ones.
Hahaha. Could I make it any more obvious who the "green clad person" is? xDDD Ah well.
Yeah, this chapter is kinda short and weird, even in my opinion.
The "strange, grass-like, creamy colored substance covering the floor" is carpet, of course. A Minish, having never seen carpet, wouldn't know what that is. I think. Just clearing that up, in case you're confused. Be sure to shoot me a note thingy if you're confused about anything else. ;) And the freezing spell was some random gibberish I made up, by moving around a couple letters in a few Japanese words. One of em was "freeze" I think...
Eh, I'll try to update as soon as I can! I'm sorry, but I'm EXREMELY busy with marching band and school and such.
Thanks for reading, and please drop me a review!
-Koholint
THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED! Thanks to PyroManiacNeko for pointing out that Vaati had lost his feather in the first chapter! I'd completely forgotten... eheheh. Thanks!
