Link, Hunter of Monsters II: A Whole Other Beast
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Imminent Demise"Okay, look, Zelda, this is a different battle than what you're used to, possibly we'll meet Ganondorf face to face." She folds her arms, and with her white gloves she it looks as though she's the proper, spoiled princess that she really cannot be even if she tried—and stares at me, "Look, I can't let you follow me out there, that was a Silver Rathalos and a Gold Rathian, if it was that hard for me to fight them here, then what about there, on their home territory?" she unfolds her arms and removes the right glove, there's the Triforce she has, on her hand, three triangles that prove she has some kind of power. If she had been using her powers her piece of the Triforce would have glowed brightly. What are her powers? Well, she can read minds, figure out what type and what level magic someone used, and trace people who used a certain type of power, or at least, that's what the writings about the one who holds the Triforce of Wisdom indicate, except, she hasn't had the opportunity to use her powers, while I don't even know what my powers are good for because it's against the code, I'm not supposed to know how I'm powerful, or why, probably because I might use my powers for the wrong reasons, same with Zelda, and Ganondorf—he never got the chance to learn how to use his powers, unless the powers he used before just became stronger because of the Triforce. Man, the heavy lifting I could do with that!
But if he's coming back, then maybe it is better Zelda doesn't stand still, "Fine," I say, having finished weighing the pros and cons against each other, "you can follow, but stay close to the Master Sword's wielder." She frowns, "That would be you, yes?" "Unless there's another Master Sword wielder I should know about." I say, grinning big. She clasps her hands together, smiling, the spoiled princess got what she wanted, to be able to stop whatever it is from trying to destroy us. And that's as selfish as she gets.
"Guys," Rululonia says from behind, startling Navi, Zelda, and I, as we head towards the woods, "oh, sorry, I heard fighting, so I looked out the window, Link, those things were huge, what were they doing here, how come no one noticed them coming?" Rululonia poses a good question, "Magical cloaking." Zelda offers, "Ganondorf, he must have teleported them somehow." I say, as though it's the only and obvious answer, "Well, we Sheikah can bend the shadows around us, our own shadows, for starters, do you remember how I once cloaked you in shadow to keep the pirates from finding you?" Zelda must be trying to say that it doesn't have to be Ganondorf, it could be anyone else; besides, seventh Sage she may be, but I'm the Hero, I have power to fight with them, which gives me exclusive powers to sense the conditions of their shields and seals, no exceptions, "Yeah, then you shot a light arrow and confused the entire army, they were all confused and we were all over the place, they had no chance." She nodded, "Absolutely, they had no clue, but this dark magic is even stronger than my light magic. This isn't Ganondorf, but still, it isn't weak, maybe it's powerful, it depends on how close we are to the launch point, Rululonia, this is going to be dangerous, you're safer at the castle. Impa, what brings you here?" "I thought I'd congratulate Link on his victory." She saw me fighting, but she didn't have to sneak up on me the way Sheikah do, ever since I first started my quest I have known her to be insistent on sneaking up on me.
Quest, there's that word again, I can't believe I'm about to be separated from this place again, "Actually," Impa says, "we could bring Rulu along with us." Because of her deep vocal tone she must address people in various ways to convey the feelings of her words, if she's angry with me she calls me Sasquatch, on account of my foot size being ten to eleven while most are just nine. Ha, ha, ha. "Ha, ha, ha" means laughing, but this is no laughing matter, as we well know, but still, I was ten when this mess started. Excuse the failure at humor.
We trekked through the woods for about long enough, because Sheik, as Zelda is known in her warrior get up, senses something. It's apparently pretty big, but I stretch out with my own Sheikah powers, very weak, yes, but wave of darkness is strong enough that I don't need to be strong, and now I don't feel comfortable. But though I may be a low level Sheikah, I am in no way a low level blade master. Leave all of this, the entire thing, to me, wow—back that last comment up, right now!
This thing is huge, at least five of Zelda in high heels can stand on each other's head and be tall enough to yank out that greyish white stub of a horn that some hunter left in its head, on top of the eight and the horn it has huge limbs, from hands to feet, it reminds me of this recurring dream about a grape that keeps swallowing Zelda, very scary, but not this, "Sheik, don't let Zelda see this, I had a bad dream once." She holds her one eyed gaze on me for a while, but as a fellow Shadow Warrior, I can see her thoughts, "No, I'm not being a coward, this dream had that thing in it." She nods slowly, "And you say that thing's a grape? Link, you can't face that thing alone, who was there with you when you left the Castle Town plaza and went through that alley to grab that blade?" "Point proven, but I have a good chance." Navi, who I had forgotten about, flies in front of me, "Link, your chances of survival increase dramatically when I figure in two other Sheikah and a distraction for that monster. Rululonia, you make as much racket you can, we'll do all the hard work." Rulu nods and we're climbing up trees, then up to a ledge, we're on the same sea level with that monster now, then a voice calls me.
Those kids, it has to be them. This day is intent on getting better and better for me as that voice reaches across the distance betwixt us. I can hear it, but the words are jumbled up, this monster may be interfering with their voices and the next thing I know Sheik and Impa are racing to the head of the monster, that is, the point where the eyes are, as the entirety is utterly composed of head and limbs. Suddenly a red light from behind hits Sheik, she flies up and over the monster, it opens its mouth and she's gone. Boom, prophecy fulfilled, just like that. Impa turns around in time to see what hits her, and then it raises its blade. It looks something right out of a vampire legend, with pale skin, smooth complexion, and red eyes, though one is partially covered I can see a dark line running over it, the more exposed eye is separated from the rest of the face by dark eye lashes, and the mouth—it's smiling, "Well," it sounds like I did when I was little, only thicker to some degree, "if it's not the little boy hero, maybe on a late picnic with your precious friends?" "You very well know what, Navi, W W W dot What Is This dot com?!" she flies to and from the fellow, he waves his hand around as though she was a mere fly, but she has the information required for a complete analysis, "Ghirahim: How do you pronounce his name? Do the 'g' and the 'h' make an 'f' sound, such as to say 'Fear a (maybe of?) him' it would then be understood as 'fear of him' wouldn't it? It would make sense you had a dream in which you was to fear him, Ghirahim, fear Ghirahim, meaning that the monstrosity that swallowed Zelda was a male, possibly Ganondorf. This type of monster is called a Demon Lord: Hunted: 0. Captures: 0. I sense much dark magic from this one, not as much as Ganondorf, but close, very close. Probability of warding it off: zero percent. Probability of capturing it is zero percent. Probability of causing it to stumble is onehundred percent, provided you find the weak point. Probability of killing it is zero percent. I think Dracula's weak point is the highly discreet, well concealed, unexposed diamond in the middle of his chest!" "I see no diamond!" and I can't kill whatever this is, "See the shiny red thing on his chest?" "Ah, sorry, is there anything else?" that silence means no, "Great, hi-yeah!" I ran up to him and smack, I aim for his chest and get my steel stuck in his—hand? That kind of reminds me of the time I got my blade stuck in the tail of a Duramboros; that tale was the first I told, this makes two, the only difference is circumstances, this isn't a Duramboros, and we're not in Moga. "Link, the Skyward Strike, now!" a voice from the dark calls out to me—or a voice from somewhere, at least.
I called the Master Sword the Skyward Sword a lot during my trials in Moga, it was all because of the Duramboros launched me in that general direction when my blade was hung in the shell surrounding its tail, I remember a few other occasions from that time, but I can never suppress the memory of that voice, one voice from four people, all with the same purpose in mind. And this voice is similar in that it is very commanding.
It wants me to use the Skyward Strike—that makes no sense, how can a strike be skyward, "Point your sword to the sky, preferably before you die!" I have a feeling this is the last time I will, but if the mysterious voice says this will work, I will try, sky time, people. I am first successful in wrenching the blade end of the Master Sword from Ghirahim, and then hold the blade in a ninety degree pose. No matter if that looks stupid, this actually works, one swing of my blade and light flies from the blade, the blade may have stopped moving, but I can't say the same for that blue energy I had gathered around it. This is for not properly introducing yourself, buddy. I'll call you Dracula; you're very pale, after all, "Hey, Pillsbury fan, tell the big guy behind you to regurgitate my friend, now!" Ghirahim makes no secret that I am humorous to him.
The battle has last for quite some time and Ghirahim has stopped laughing. Now we learn he has the capacity for speech, "The only thing my master is going to regurgitate is you, when he discovers that you're as indigestible as your words, but Zelda, she has a light which is symbolic to the eclipse, darkness overshadowing and so therefore over powering the great light which has been his bane time and again. Also, her light has power, and the wisdom she holds is great, he needs it all, for global domination." Oh, yeah, global domination, the last guy who tried that—"Is about to be revived." Did I miss something or can this guy read minds? And now I go for the chest with my blade, he jumps back and licks his lips as though he smashed a pumpkin pie into his face, now he's cleaning up the mess without a napkin. Or maybe blood, considering the crazy vampire we have here with us today. He draws his sword and very respectfully holds out his other hand to the grape, as though pointing out the huge monster that I didn't notice yet, "That man there is my master, his name is Ganondorf—fear him." Navi's 'I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" alarms are going off, I can hear them, "Hey, Ganondorf, is that you, you oversized grape gone weird, are you—no, Ganondorf is—he is sealed, right?" as if my enemy would tell me, but he does, "Yes, that grape, as you call it, is the prison, not too accommodating, but it's mobile, that's all that matters." Yeah, and powerful, but an arrow should—draw the arrow back and take a shot at the oversized hand—do absolutely nothing, great, Zelda's trapped in that big ugly thing, Impa's who knows where, Rululonia is—hey, where'd she go? Suddenly I hear a voice calling me, I don't know where from, but it's so familiar, but like the smell from earlier I can't place it, this monster must be able to interfere with my thoughts and sense of smell. The howl of a distant wolf reaches me and paralysis me for an unknown reason, if only Zelda wasn't otherwise preoccupied at the moment, I would be able to understand this—ah, the Lunarians!
Their voice sounds as one and reaches the depths of the ocean of magical interference cause by this aggravation, telling me something about how I must go to Moga, I see a flash of red, I see two orbs of blue energy heading my way, and the voices keep telling me that I will go to Moga, and that I must accomplish a great task, I see a portal, dark and purple one minute, the next it's red and blue, but I hear Rululonia, she's telling me not to be afraid, she's telling me that I must see what lies on the other side of the portal, it's the monster, and this entire situation is an obstacle—I will accept this only as an obstacle, maybe even a dream—but I don't want to have a dream where I die, that would be unsettling, and besides, I'd probably fall from a tree or some abyss, and then wake up to the feeling of having fallen from said tree or abyss. But I don't particularly enjoy the sensation of falling, even if in my dreams. I seem to be in control, which is good, because I really want to be alive when this dream concludes.
I accept it as a dream and nothing more. But I have an understanding that sleepwalking is highly likely, though I've never known or have I been known to sleepwalk, but I am not going to pinch myself, mostly because the real me might end up with a red spot on the arm tomorrow at dawn and not remember how it got there, now that would unsettling, almost kind of unsettling that I feel when I jump towards the portal—it isn't there.
Alright, it has been quite some time since my last update, but time has little relevance to me, all that matters is that I do not post multiple chapters that have already been post in the same chapter, I think that might be it for the Author's Notes, but I just want to put this out there, I do plan on bringing in one more non-canon character, of course, this is a fan fiction, *ominous voice* it knows no canon! *Evil laugh that goes on indefinitely*