DISCLAIMER: SEE CH 1

AN: Back again. I couldn't wait to type out this chapter, last chapter I struggled to come up with some story progression, then suddenly it was all planned out. So I had to write this chapter before I forgot.

Review Responses:

Spiritual Stone: Glad you're excited, and thanks for the review! And for the grammar tip, I can always use those.

LinkIsaacANDLloyd: Missed you last chapter somehow. Anyway, yes it was Anubis I based it on. I wasn't actually thinking about Horus when I added everything; I was just trying to make it look good. The first monster was made up completely, but it does remind me of a manticore now that you mention it. Oh, and after reading the description you left for the girl, I actually thought you would think I ripped it off somehow. It was quite the coincidence.

Anime Wildfire: Thanks for the compliment!

Digital Skitty: Not that long. I'd say maybe a bit more than 10 chapters, I wish it could be longer but the constant gladiator fights were going to get boring, fast. I find it hard to keep people interested in one idea for long. But I plan on a longer sequel, I'd like to write more about this war.

Link didn't sleep that night. He sat in his chair, looking out the window, trying to decide when it would be safest. He would wait until the moon was in the middle of the two middle bars. He had it all worked out. Any time he wished now, he could go back to the arena. It would presumably be deserted, late at night. He could maybe use his Goron mask, which he had, and break into the door where he always comes out of. Right inside was the crate with his sword and more. He would take these, and then find a way to climb up into the stands where the audience sat. He could find a way to safely jump to the ground, or if he couldn't he would take one of the exits the audience used, and hope there wouldn't be too much resistance. Once outside, he could put on his damn hood, and escape the city, just as he had entered. He would lose some equipment, but he would manage. The only irreplaceable things he would really miss were his golden gauntlets and mirror shield… but they would once again be in Hyrule once they defeated the Jarmanians.

He stood up, it seemed late enough. He made sure he had all his stuff, and then drank some of the green potion, just to be safe. Then he stood in the middle of his cell, and spread his arms. A green glow appeared in each hand, and he clapped them together, disappearing in a flash of green light as he did so.

He appeared in the arena, as planned. It was not however, deserted. But there wasn't a fight happening; that would have been better than the truth. The stands were full of people, all watching executions. Of the Hylians whose freedom had been promised to Link. The crowd was staring at Link, but the executioner, guards, and prisoners were all turned away, and hadn't noticed him. Just as Link appeared, an axe was raised above the neck of a Hylian man, held down by two guards…

Link closed his eyes, but it didn't block out the sickening sound of the axe parting the flesh of the neck. Suddenly Link was screaming, a blind rage roaring through his body. He ran ahead at the guards, who had all turned to face him. He pulled out his Fierce Deity's mask and rammed it onto his face. As soon as he did so, he fell to his knees, gasping. He turned his face up to the sky, and the mask was fusing itself to him, spreading. His body grew a little taller, and his green tunic was replaced with blue and purple body armor. A sword, twisted into an eight-shape appeared in his hand.

This was all on the outside. Inside his head, Link felt the familiar struggle with the Fierce Deity himself, the struggle for control of his body. As he had in Termina, he subdued the other essence and regained control of his new body. He stood up, and stared at the guards, pupil-less and radiating energy. The guards and the executioner quivered in fear. Link raised his sword, and swung down diagonally, throwing one guard away, dead. Another stabbed at him with a spear, but it was a weak thrust and it glanced off his armor. Link, or Fierce Deity Link, launched a round, blue blade of energy out of his sword, killing him. The executioner ran, but with one leap Link was in front of him, and dispatched him with a horizontal slash. The guards didn't know what to do. There was four remaining, two charged Link and the other two ran towards a door. They both felt a blue disk of energy between the shoulder blades, then felt no more. The two that attacked Link did not fare any better. Link picked one up, and tossed him ten meters away onto his head with no effort. The other one swung his sword at Link, but Link cut the man's sword in half with a one swung, and then slashed back up leaving a huge gash along the man's chest. He dropped instantly. Link strode over to the prisoners, and crushed the chain binding them together with one hand. He freed each one quickly, and smashed a door open for them. He saw a flood of guards coming through the door, but they ignored the prisoners and headed for Link.

Link ran for the other door, and smashed it open. He strode over to the crate with his name on it, and wrenched the lid off. He collected all of his stuff into his pouch, and headed back out.

There were lots of guards coming from the other door. Link jumped into the stands, and sent a huge blade of energy at the group of guards. It exploded as it hit the ground and incinerated them. Link ran up to the top and jumped off, out of the coliseum and towards freedom. He landed without any injury, and took off across the street. He hid between two buildings, and grabbed his face, trying to pull the mask off. There was another brief mental struggle, and then the mask came off. Suddenly he felt all the energy drain out of him, and all the rage. He felt calm again, and it was a relief. He was rarely angry, but that had done it. He wondered if they had escaped. He just sort of left them to get out. Innocent Hylians taken prisoner, it was sickening. But then, they weren't the only prisoners. Wasn't the coliseum a prison? Hadn't he been a prisoner too? What made the Hylians more important then the slaves and other captives, Jarmanian, Hylian, or otherwise, who were being held against their will? He reached into his pouch, and drew out his sword, shield, and quiver, which all went on his back where they belonged.

Before it had been simple. Escape, leave the coliseum behind, and forget everything else here. But now, outside of his cell, he felt ashamed of that. He knew then that he had to help the others. But he also knew he couldn't do that. The coliseum was big, and that wasn't counting the basement levels. There had to be a hundred guards, and then there would be reinforcements from other parts of the city. He turned the Fierce Deity's mask over and over in his hands. No, he mustn't use it. He was strong with it, but not invincible. Besides, it was risky. If the Fierce Deity's soul within the mask ever took control, the world would be in grave peril. But what if he left? Came back with help?

"Hello? Link?" A voice called from the end of the building he was behind. Link whirled and drew his bow, arrow ready. He dropped it immediately; it was the mysterious girl who was trying to help him, again in that veil of hers.

"How'd you find me?" he asked, not really caring.

"I heard you were escaping from some guards. But they said you had armor. And white-blonde hair. And a big sword." She said, sounding a bit childish.

"Who are you?" Link asked suddenly.

She hesitated, but then surprised Link by removing her hood and veil. Link couldn't help but notice that she was very attractive, with straight, shoulder length light brown hair. "My name is Elisa. I am… the princess of Jarmania." She said hesitantly.

"Why… why are you helping me?" Link asked, actually very curious now.

"I've never liked the coliseum, I think it's cruel. But my father believes I need to watch the fights, to 'toughen me up' as he puts it. I saw your first fight, how you spared your opponent. Did you know you are the only gladiator to do that? Ever? And I realized we need more people like you… and I couldn't let you die in there." She explained.

Link listened quietly. "I have to leave." He said. She looked relieved. "But I'll be back."

"No!" She shouted. Link clapped a hand over her mouth. She glared at him, but she stopped yelling. "You have to get out of here, and stay away. My father will have you killed. He hasn't been the same since…" She trailed off here.

Link didn't say anything, just looked at her inquisitively.

"He… he was a very kind, peaceful man many years ago… if he had found Hyrule then, we would undoubtedly be allies. But he went looking for the springs of yore. We Jarmanians have a legend, there are supposed to be magic springs deep below the city, and one sip of the water will grant you immortality, strength, and amazing stamina. But it costs you much, bends your mind towards evil… well; we are not blessed with an understanding of magic, as your people are. Many blindly searched for it… but my father, with the country's resources at his hands, found it. He hasn't been the same since. He collapsed the tunnel so that no one else would ever find it, and since then it's all been about land, and when he found Hyrule, well, there was more beautiful land for the taking." She explained.

"Why did he postpone my execution?" Link asked, suddenly remembering this.

"He knows more about you then you know. We have a spy, very high up. He overheard a conversation between the king and Zelda about you. I persuaded my father that you would be useful, and to at least let you live a while. He did." She explained.

Link looked down, then back up at her. "Thank you." He said.

She smiled, "That's why you mustn't come back, I went through a lot to try and help you."

Link sighed. "I will come back, with some help. I have to get those gladiators out."

"Hey! You!" Link turned, sword drawn. Soldiers were running at them from one side of the little alley Link was in between two buildings.

"Run!" Link shouted, taking off out the other side. Elisa followed him. They dashed a short way before Elisa told him to follow her. Link did as he was told, she knew her way around better than he did. She was in pretty good shape considering most princesses led sheltered lives. She brought him back to the main gate.

A guard was looking at them, confused. "Isn't that a Hylian?" he asked.

Link didn't say anything. Again, putting on his hood would have been the smart thing to do…

Luckily Elisa took over. "My father has ordered this one to be released. He is to be a spy. Open the gate." She commanded.

The guard snapped off a quick salute, then turned to the gate winch. He turned the crank, and the gate started to open. Link turned back and saw the guards approaching.

"Stop! Don't open the gate!" One of them shouted. The gate guard looked up, confused.

"Go!" Link shouted, and dove under the gate. He knocked the two guards out there out before they knew what was happening. He looked back. Elisa hadn't gone. She looked at Link, from the other side of the now closed gate, and shook her head.

"I have to stay. These are my people." She said sadly. The guards had arrived by then, at least twenty of them by now. A bunch grabbed Elisa, and she was roughly pulled away.

"I will return!" Link shouted to her, feeling useless.

"Open the gate you fool!" A guard snarled at the gate guard, who was looking around, confused. The first guard roared in anger, and went for the winch himself. Elisa had been carried out of sight. Link had no choice. He ran. Up the path through the forest, and out into the blood fields.

AN: That chapter may seem a bit rushed, and I'm afraid it means this story is going to end soon… But I like these Jarmanians, and everything I created, so I'm going to write a sequel. Please review!