A/N:Hello everyone, nice to see all of you again. Here's another chapter for my lovely readers.
-Anibella- I'm glad that you liked the last chapter. And I can't wait to read your fic.
Rahzel knelt by the river that ran near the city. She looked into her own colorless eyes. She shut them trying to reach for the future, but nothing came. All she saw was darkness. The albino opened her eyes and looked down at her shaking hands. She sighed to herself and pushed herself to her feet. She had been trying for hours to see where the Hylians would attack, but each time nothing came to her.
The woman dragged her feet past the gatehouse. Her footsteps sounded loud against her ears. She was going to have to tell Ghirahim that she couldn't foresee the Hylian's plan. Tears threatened to run as she thought about the battle ahead. Although she couldn't see the specific future, she knew that this battle would be a bloody slaughter. There wasn't going to be a way to spare the lives of any of the enemy. "My lady," a voice called.
Rahzel looked up from her dark and dreary thoughts to see a young twili smiling at her. The woman smiled at the child remembering that her choices would help this and other children live a life that their parents always wished for. Maybe the pain and suffering were worth it. "I'm sorry. What were you telling my? I was thinking about something," Rahzel apologized.
"His majesty want you to meet him at he armory," the boy repeated again. Rahzel thanked the boy reaching into her adventure pouch for a small rupee. The boy looked at it excited and hopped away.
Rahzel didn't waste any more time and walked to the armory. She opened the door slowly and walked into the room. Ghirahim was in the center of the room holding up a thin breastplate. "Rahzel, come over here and try this on," he called holding out the piece of armor. The woman grabbed the breastplate and ran her fingers over the strange material. The armor seemed to glow with its own light. "Its made from dragon scales," Ghirahim stated watching the woman examine it, "Faron's to be exact."
The woman slipped on the armor over her tunic. Ghirahim slipped to her side and tightened the leather straps that held the front and the back together. Rahzel tied the straps on the other side. The noble took a step back and looked at the woman. "You are positively beautiful," he said looking at her up and down.
Rahzel twisted and spun to test the flexibility of the garment. The breast plate twisted and moved almost like a thicker second skin. She smiled at the thought of how durable the armor would be. "Do you have one for yourself?" She asked, "And don't tell me no because it was clash with your outfit."
Ghirahim laughed and picked up a red version of the same armor. "I picked red to take place of my cloak," he said. "And that's not all. I asked the best blacksmiths to forge you a new sword," the man said turning to look for said weapon. He held out a hand-and-half sword with a blue cross-guard and steel blade. He laid it flat on her hands and Rahzel studied the weapon. On closer inspection, she noticed that the cross-guard was a bird with its wings outstretched.
"Is this a sparrow?" Rahzel asked as she looked at the strange symbols that were etched into the blade.
Ghirahim shook his head, "I originally told the blacksmith that it should be a sparrow, but he decided to take creative license. It's a phoenix."
Rahzel swung the blade experimentally, but her fingers twitched and the blade fell to the ground. She looked down and picked up the fallen sword. "Thank you," she said putting the sword into its sheath.
"We'll be leaving at dawn to meet the Hylians. It is not necessary for you to join us.."
"I'm coming with you. I belong at your side," Rahzel interrupted.
"I figured that you will say that," he admitted, "Just stay beside me."
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Link spurred his horse forward. Groose was on his right and the two looked at the massive army that were marching through the open field. The hero didn't say anything to his friend he was thinking of the future that he was leading all these people to.
The sound of drums rumbled and trumpets blared. Link pulled the reigns of his horse stopping his motion. Almost instantly his men did likewise. The hero looked over his frozen army to see another line of creatures lining the hill that was leagues away from his own front line. The mass of creatures grew as they neared slightly. The front line consist of creatures with the drums and trumpets that Link heard earlier. The hero could feel his stomach tighten. All the battles that he had been in before will be nothing like this one. He tightened his grip on his reigns. "Perhaps we should talk to them. Maybe they'll back down since they're outnumbered," Link thought out loud.
Groose beside him scoffed, "They have no sense of reasoning. They only desire bloodshed."
Link nodded, words that seemed so true now leaving a bad taste in his mouth. "I'm going to speak with them," he said. He looked for a piece of white cloth. Finding one Link prepared to meet his enemy.
"I'm coming in case things get sticky," Groose said. Link nodded his thanks and spurred his horse forward. The hero past his troops. They watched him as he made his way through their ranks. The hero's heart was beating out of his chest. He didn't want this battle to become like his dream. To have all his friends dead because of something he said, the hero didn't think he could live with himself. He had to shudder at the memory of a blood-thirsty Ghirahim about to rip out his throat.
The hero pulled himself from his thoughts as he watched the ranks of his enemy. Two horses made their way through the straight rows. The hero could guess who was riding to meet them. Soon both pairs of horsemen were on the open field between the two armies. They pulled the reigns of their horses stopping them within speaking distance. "You've come to surrender, Skychild,?" the demon lord asked snidely.
"No, I was here to give you a chance to surrender," the hero answered. Both Ghirahim and Rahzel narrowed their eyes at the comment. "You're outnumbered. It will be a massacre," Link said hoping that the pair would back off.
"It is better to die free than live imprisoned," Rahzel said calmly. Ghirahim nodded his agreement.
"All we wish is the Lanaryu desert. This would be your last chance before we take more of the Surface," Ghirahim said.
"You're talking to the King of the Surface. The hero of the Goddess," Groose said, "you have no right to threaten him."
Ghirahim shifted his brown gaze to look at the red-head, "And you are speaking to the people who spared your life." The noble turned his gaze back to Link. "King Link, the choice is yours," the noble said with a snide tone at the word king.
"My answer is the same," Link said regretting the words when they exited his mouth. But it was too late, the pair heard his response and with a frown they turned their horses and rode back through their ranks. The drums rumbled again, much louder than they had before. The hero hung his head and retreated among his army.