DISCLAIMER: LAST ONE. SEE CH. 1
AN: This took a bit longer, Christmas was busy. Anyone get Twilight Princess and/or a wii? Just curious.
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Spiritual Stone: Again, all I can say is all will be explained, eventually. Thanks for the review!
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After dinner that day, Link was actually glad to be called for a fight. He wanted to see what was in that crate. He followed Bruce, and opened it up. He picked up and grabbed his sword and shield, and was glad to see his trusty Fairy's bow, along with his quiver of 60 arrows. He was hoping for a key out, but this would help. He noticed a note wrapped tightly around the bow. He slid it into his pocket, not wanting Bruce to see. He then stepped into the field.
He was met with a lot of applause. He ignored that, and checked his opponent out. Another giant over 6 feet tall. This one had a ball and chain. He whipped it around his head. The ball was spiky and over half Link's size. Link Ran through his magical options. There were 6. Din's fire could help, but it may be fatal. Farore's wind was useless here, far as he could tell. Nayru's love would protect, but he could still be knocked back. Now that he had his bow, he had his 3 types of magic arrows. He readied an arrow, and infused it with ice. The crowd leaned forward expectantly. He loosed the arrow straight at the ground in front of his opponent. The ice spread in a second, encasing the lower half of his opponent. The crowd cheered. Link strode towards his opponent, deciding he should knock him out, just to be safe. The man still had some fight in him, however, and the ball just missed Link. Link ran forward, ducking the chain's second pass. The man was helpless, the ball flailing around with too much momentum. Link walked up to him, and dealt a quick jab to the head, knocking him out. He didn't want to kill, but this caused him no guilt. The man would live, albeit without the ability to walk for a few days. That ice was cold.
Despite being short, everyone was happy with the battle. Bruce led him back to his cell happily enough. When he was gone, Link pulled out the note. It said
I'm sorry; this was all I could steal. Don't worry about Bruce, he'll assume it was authorized. I will try to give you more. I… don't know how you can escape, but I am working on it.
Link sat back to think. If he continued to get his weapons… he had a chance. Some things could be slipped into his cell if Bruce didn't see him walk into the battle with it. Or if he had the hookshot, could he grapple out of the pit? Probably not. Everything was stone, he needed wood. His boomerang was useless here… he had equipment for every situation EXCEPT escaping a stone building.
He lay down on his stone slab, but just as he was drifting he heard a voice through the window. He sat bolt upright.
"Are- Are you awake?" A feminine voice called through his window.
Link slid off his bed and ran to the window. He peered out. It was dark, and he couldn't see. "Hello?" He whispered out.
"Good, you're still awake." The voice said.
Link's eyes began to adjust. He could barely see out the window on his toes. It seemed to be at ground level. Made sense, he was in a basement. A figure dressed in black was kneeling out here. His eyes adjusted further. She had green eyes, but he couldn't see anything else because a veil covered to lower half of her face. She also had a hood on, but he could see a bit of dark hair, brown or black.
"Who are you?" Link asked.
"I… I can't tell you. But I want to help you." She replied.
"Why? I don't think I know you." Link said, feeling a little angry at the lack of help.
"It should be enough that I wish to help you. Do you not wish to be back in your land?" She asked.
"So you are Jarmanian." Link said flatly.
"I- I didn't say that!" She said, flustered.
"No Hylian would refer to Hyrule like that. Besides, if you were Hylian, The king would know and SOMETHING would have happened." Link replied.
She sighed. "You're pretty clever. I am Jarmanian, but I can't say more. I'm figuring out a way to help you escape. So far, I like the idea of using your hookshot to grapple out of the arena onto a piece of wood I can fasten somewhere, but I don't know where you can go from there… yet."
"That's what you came to say?" Link said coolly. He was irritated by her lack of helpfulness.
"And to give you this." She said, managing to slot his hookshot through the bars.
Link caught it. He smiled. He always liked the hookshot; it was probably his most versatile tool. He nodded his thanks to the stranger. She seemed to smile, although the veil blocked her mouth. "There will be more in your crate tomorrow. I'll keep giving you things, try to hide some in your cell, anything Bruce doesn't see you bring into the pit. I don't know you can hide it though.
"Won't be a problem." Link said, thinking of the magic pouch he had strapped to his belt, which let him carry almost infinite items.
The stranger nodded and backed away, saying good bye. Link raised his hand in farewell, and then went to get some sleep.
The next day he was awakened by Bruce, being told he had to fight another monster. Link got up, dreading this fight. The last monster had been sort of… unpleasant. He could only imagine what sort of deranged mutant could be waiting for him now.
He followed Bruce, and was glad to find bombs and all his 4 important masks from Termina, the ones he took with him. He eyed the fierce deity's mask. It was dangerous to use, but after grappling out of the pit… he dismissed the thought until he had spoken with the mystery woman again. He slid them into his pouch; Bruce either didn't notice or didn't care. They were just masks, after all.
He stepped into the field. The monster he had to fight stood in the center of the pit. It was 8 feet tall, and was humanoid. It had the body of a man, and the head of a jackal. Its human-like arms had hands that seemed to be lizard-like with 6 cm, black nails. Its legs were human, but the feet were eagle-like. Its jackal head was black, with small white horns protruding near the ears. Its eyes glowed yellow. It also had huge, bat wings jutting back from each shoulder.
When it saw Link, it opened its wings and soared. Link noticed it was chained to the ground, so it wouldn't fly away. It flew at Link, who drew his weapons. It came at Link headfirst, arms outstretched. Link hit the sandy ground, and felt the sharp claws whistle overhead. He stood up, turning to face the monster. It was hovering, watching him from up high. Link pulled out his bow, and sent an arrow sailing up. It hit the chest of the creature, but barely left a mark. The arrow fell back out, leaving only a small trickle of black blood. The creature let out a shrieking cry, and zoomed down at Link again. Link slashed out, but the creature pulled up, dodging. Link whipped out his hookshot. The hook pierced its leg just above the foot, and caught. The monster shrieked in pain, and Link tried to retract it. The monster started to be pulled down, and then it flapped harder. Suddenly Link was pulled into the air. He tried to retract again, and was pulled right up against the monster, which smelled like decaying flesh. He stabbed his sword into its back. It took all his strength, but Link was able to pierce its tough skin and ram the sword all the way up to the hilt. The blade came out the monsters stomach. But it didn't stop. Link wrenched the sword back out, and was shaken off.
He fell 10 meters down, but was able to roll as he landed and end up on his feet, a bit dazed. The monster turned, trailing black blood, and attacked Link again. Link used his Din's fire again, and the monster's wings began burning. It kept coming though, and slammed into Link. Link flew back, screaming into a stone wall behind him. He collapsed on the ground, gasping. He saw the world dissolving, and fought to stay conscious. He saw the monster, all on fire, coming at him again. He struggled to his knees, and his vision went all blurry again. He tightened his grip on his sword, which he miraculously hadn't dropped. He stood up, but barely had the strength to move his sword, every bone ached. He knew he couldn't fight. He put up Nayru's love, fell into a sitting position, jammed the handle of his sword into the ground in front of him, blade up, and blacked out.
He awoke in a bed, stone but with a thin mattress. He tried to sit, but it hurt too much. He forced himself to move a bit. Nothing seemed to be broken, just really painful. Man was ok, pain was good. The most serious injuries were often the painless ones. He turned his head, and noticed he was in his cell. So much for a hospital. At least they added a mattress. He looked at the bars, managing to turn his whole body. A guard saw him move, and ran off. A minute later he came back with Bruce.
"Ah. You are awake." He said peering in.
"Why… am I alive?" Link said, not liking his voice's weakness.
"Not from your pitiful sword-spike trap, that's for sure. The blue shield you made protected you from the monster. Its wings burned up, and it couldn't fly anymore. It came at you though, and your shield was fading. But an unknown member of the audience killed it with a spear throw." Bruce responded.
Link, of course, guessed it was the woman trying to help him escape. "Whatever. I'm alive." He said, more to himself than Bruce.
"Not for long." Bruce replied. "You lost the match."
Link looked at him quizzically.
"Link, you have been sentenced to death." Bruce said gravely.
AN: Ooh, that ain't good. Poor Link. Please review!