Author's Note:
Meh...feeling kinda iffy on this one. Ah well.
He heard the woman scream behind him, shrill, horrified, and panicked.
Again, he wondered the point of all this, but he still had his conviction; he still felt indignant and scared beyond belief; and he could not say that ridding himself of this boy wasn't satisfying; but before his fist actually hit the ground he felt a sharp, incessant tug on his mane. He snarled furiously and turned to see a small, blue orb of light yanking with all its might on his scarlet coils of hair. He growled dangerously and snapped at its little form. The thing let out a small, feminine squeak, but only refused to let go and only pulled harder. He hissed in pain and with a wave of his hand knocked it away, sending the tiny creature flying.
"Navi!" The boy shouted, redirecting the king's attention.
The way the boy shouted, so hurt and sharpened with fear; made him feel a little guilty. It's not like he hit the creature hard... of course he may have just as easily killed it anyways...
A sharp stab of white pain at his heels chased away any lingering remorse, however. He made a low, graveling sound from the back of his throat and snatched at the green-clad boy with surprising speed. The tip of green cloak snagged on a long, gnarled claw and the king clamped down with the other hand before the child could slip away. A sharp cry came from his clasped hands and the king allowed a small, twisted smile. All it would take now would be a quick squeeze and every bone in this little pest's body would be nothing but dust in his hands. Thwarted again, a sharp, stabbing pain in his palm kept him from doing just that. He gritted his teeth and quickly making a small opening in one hand; he then grabbed a pint-sized ankle . The child's hat flew off and he watched as the tiny figure struggled fruitlessly against his grip with a look that might have killed and buried him twice over. He chuckled a bit at the boy's funny little predicament, but stopped when his eyes caught a flash of silver. The blade missed— barely —taking out his eyes. He growled and ripped the strange blade away from the boy, and he cried out in pain. The blade felt like fire! Magic indeed... He threw the burning metal haphazardly away with a roar of pain, barely catching a startled cry a few yards away from him.
He looked where the cry had come from and saw the sword had landed near the girl...whom he now noticed was working on a little spell as fast as any young sorceress could.
The king straightened and narrowed his eyes, shaking away the remnants of burning pain in his hand.
Something in him recognized those symbols so hastily drawn in the dirt. A paralyzes spell. He grunted irritably and snorted. She nearly got away with that too...
He eyes and let that instinct take over again. He felt a strange "whooshing" feeling like a breeze, but expanding from him like a giant bubble. He recognized the odd hue around the edges of the rubble as a shield — a big one that excluded both the girl and the blade.
The young sorceress had the most priceless look on her face at that moment. She looked from her useless spell to the barrier to the boy and leapt to her feet.
"LINK! GET AWAY FROM HIM!" she screamed, looking somewhere between furious, distraught, and horrified all at once.
The boy looked incredulously at the young sorcerous.
"WHAT THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!?" He roared back, his face now a deep shade of plum from the blood rushing to his head.
The king raised an eyebrow at the exchange, but it didn't change the fact he wanted to kill this little son of a —
"JUST DO SOMETHING!"
He frowned and pondered if he should just drop the boy, or throw him, or crush him... He'd never actually killed anyone before...
(Have I?)
Just when he'd decided on snapping the boy's neck (more of a mercy than the little demon deserved), the boy fisted for something in his bag and yanked out a handful of dark, shiny objects the looked somewhat looked like marbles. Before the king could even contemplate a second thought, the boy threw the dark objects right into his eyes.
A myriad of white flashes spotted his vision and what felt like a thousand jagged needles shooting through his eyeballs and to the back of his head ensued. The beast flung the boy away and let out a screeching howl of agony, clutching his eyes and praying for relief.
The pain felt like popping acid, and it was all the beast could do to keep from screaming at the top of his lungs.
Deku nuts. The little...
He rubbed at his eyes incessantly, knowing it had to go away eventually.
When it finally did, the king felt a sort of dark rage bubble over him and make his fingertips tingle and his ears roar. He snarled and scoured the ground with murder in his blood-shot eyes, and found his pest in a small, green heap nearly thirty yards away. He growled and gnashed his teeth, hoping beyond hope that boy had died in the fall. The king stalked in great, wide, earth-shaking steps to the boy, and a few feet away the boy stirred — to his great disappointment and anger.
"Why don't you just die?" He snarled, surprising himself.
(words!)
Two blue eyes glared up from below and the boy coughed, sending a slew of red onto the ground.
Internal bleeding, huh? The boy was practically dead already then.
"...Because I..." The boy grimaced and tried to stand, but the pain seemed to much for him. The king almost pitied the child. "I...made a promise." He finished hoarsely.
A promise to kill me?' The king thought angrily. He wanted to hit the brat. He didn't do anything!
"HEY!" The king looked over his shoulder in alarm to find the sorceress — inside the barrier. He stepped back away. How did she — he'd stepped out of the shield. He swore an oath. Two icy blue eyes stared up and she held out her hands. He tried to stop her before it was too late but the spell had already begun to take effect. A blinding ray of golden light shot forth from her out-faced palms and he felt his limbs freeze up. He suddenly felt very cold, and it had nothing to do with the spell or the night air.
He fought against his binds as that instinct rode over and hastily unraveled the ties of magic as fast as it could, but it felt like days. He stared wide-eyed, stuck in time, and absolutely helpless before his enemy once again.
He noticed the sorceress had a familiar blue orb resting on her shoulder, its light flickering weakly, but surely alive. He honestly didn't know how he felt about that, but he knew — and she did too — that she could not hold him forever. Already he saw a bead of sweat trail off the end of her nose, and a sliver of panic snake into her eyes.
"Link, I need you to get your sword, I can't pick it up!" She called hurriedly, with a sharp note of strain lacing every word. "Please!" she cried out.
The fairy dashed over to the boy saying something in an urgent, tinkling voice and tugged on his hair a little. The boy, obviously, was doing all in his power to merely stand, let alone get that sword.
So close, the king thought hysterically. The sword was less than ten feet away, it's purple hilt gleaming wickedly in the moonlight. He didn't know if he could break free before the boy managed to get to his feet, and the young sorceress was stronger than he would have thought possible. He began to feel the tips of his fingers, and with that wondrous hope sparked in his chest. The girl grunted sharply and tried to strengthen the spell even further, but it did little good. It was beginning to unravel at the seams, and the girl knew it.
"LINK!" she screamed. The girl was nearly to her knees from the weight of the king, and her arms had begun to tremble from effort. She wouldn't last much longer...just a little more...
Impossibly, the boy had grabbed his sword, having practically crawled to it, and even though at this rate the child had little chance, it still made the king uneasy to see the weapon in those very capable hands.
The boy whispered something and nodded to himself just as the beast pulled away another inch, enticing another cry from the girl.
"Navi..." he whispered. "I need you to share with me..."
"I don't know if I can, Link..." The fairy really didn't look much up to anything, fairing half as well as her partner. He looked at her urgently and gritted his teeth.
"Navi, there's no way I'll make it in time if you don't!" The fairy wilted in defeat.
"...I'll do what I can."
From nowhere it seemed the boy had called forth a surplus of energy. His small form lifted the sword and charged towards the king, Hylia's ire written in his eyes as he closed the distance and swiped. The king's knees gave way and the familiar white pain ignited his heels. He went down with the knowledge he had been seconds away from victory.
He landed with a heavy thud, and the pain of the sword's bite evaporated the instinct and his focus. The sorceress now pulled the reigns tighter than ever, but it was pointless. He'd lost. He looked up to meet those merciless blue eyes cold with unbidden vengeance, and saw the white-fanged sword come down on his head.
The last thing he saw before the darkness swept him away was the boy collapse in front of him. Somehow, he doubted the child had died.
Author's Note:
Welp. What did you think? I know Navi appeared to have popped out of nowhere, but she was with Zelda the whole time - literally in her sleeve. Navi can't stay outside the forest too long...she was getting weaker by the minute. She couldn't - or rather shouldn't have been a part of the battle at all, but the little sprite is a stubborn thing. (: As for "sharing" I may get more into that in my story... It's a little complicated.