Tales of Evil
Chapter 2: Canyons and Chains
The battle of Lake Hylia had switched odds; the Hylian Alliance had suffered a near-fatal blow, with five in six men captured or dead. The army had to reassemble in Hyrule Castle Town, so prepared for an assault it was at Citadel status, villagers from the surrounding area who didn't leave their homes were left to fend for themselves. Kakariko was one of these, awaiting reinforcement ranchers and foresters from Ordona and Faron, with a small militia consisting of mostly old men and newly orphaned boys, with little exception. Gorons from Death Mountain came to aid the desperate town, normally staying in the hot spring, with an elder supervising the warriors.
At sundown, the town was swept under a silvery fog. Strange noises were heard; townsfolk arming themselves in case of a miniblin scavenge. The noises were then accompanied by hoofsteps, meaning the creatures were much more threatening: bulblin raiders. Militia grabbed javelins and spears, prepared to volley the monsters from the rooftops. Seven mighty bullbos stampeded into the main square to find themselves skewered by the townsfolk's attack. The bulblins on foot engaged in melee with the villagers, being defeated while only killing two boys.
The Kakarikan militia cheered too early, however, as the watchtower plummeted till it got stuck between the gorge. The stronger men readied themselves with spears and slowly walked up the cliff and surrounded the tower top, a hole in the roof allowing them to crowd the top floor. The jailer lit a lamp, revealing the savaged remains of four watchmen. The lamp blew out a second later, and when relit, a pitch black darknut was the last thing the men saw.
The boys and gorons outside the tower were quickly startled as the militiamen flew out of the tower's roof, the fog and dust clearing to reveal the Black Knight. Goron warriors rolled at him, being repelled by the flat of the sword and off of the cliff. Twenty four youths with clubs and shortspears remained, they formed a spear wall, not stopping the advancing Knight, all hope seemed lost until a zweihander crashed into the rerebrace on the darknut's arm.
The guards from the other watchtower had witnessed the events in the other one; they abandoned their post and had set off to help the local youths. The watch captain lunged at the Black Knight, hitting his upper arm and distracting him from attacking the militia boys. A quick uppercut from the Knight's greatsword ripped the captain's upper body in two, then the Knight advanced on the remaining men as bodkin arrows glanced off his plate.
The southern province reinforcements were not purely hylian, ritos and subrosians had joined to counter aerial foes and lighter enemies. The path up the canyon was filled with dead bulblins and hylians, making it impossible to pass. The rito mercenaries grabbed subrosians in lamellar robes and dropped them in a circle around the Knight. The strange little warriors started spinning, then stopped and tangled ball and chains all over the Knight. The Darknut struggled, throwing some subrosians, but as more got dropped, he could do nothing to escape. Trapped – a prisoner to the hated Hylians – what would he do?