Chapter Six
Capture
Ilia
I screamed. I had to. He was going to kill Link, and the only way out of this was to alert anyone I could. He was seeking revenge, and only revenge. Then, the door slammed open, nearly off its hinges, and someone collided with Dragmire, knocking him hard into the wall with a howl like a wolf.
It was all like a blur, Link flying into the room and unsheathing his sword, the blade of which now rested at Dragmire's neck. "DON'T YOU DARE!" he roared with ferocity that I'd never heard in his sweet voice. His blue eyes blazed with passion and anger as he pressed the sword closer to the attacker's neck. Dragmire merely grinned.
"So. The Hero of Light," he said. "I'm glad it was this easy to find you. Using this girl as bait to trap you was a grand idea." His lips curled into a sneering smile, and his crimson eyes narrowed to slits the color of blood. Suddenly, his eyes flew open quickly, and with a burst of dark energy, Link was thrown across the room and into the opposite wall. Dragmire strode over to his unconscious form. "Perhaps I won't have to kill him," he muttered. Link was going to be alright. I sunk back into the shadows, and escaped out of the window. I was the only one who knew of his plan, and couldn't risk being hurt by him because of it. I peered through the window one last time, as he bent over my beloved, examining the Triforce marking on his right hand as a similar marking appeared and faded once more on my own.
Link
I swore to myself that I was going to kill that man. I could still picture him standing over Ilia, with that dagger clutched in his hand. The only problem, however, was the fact that I was locked inside a cell in the remote underground caverns of the Gerudo desert. I was stuck there on Dragmire's orders. He was so much like his father, driven by hate, hate for me. True, he was not Ganondorf, but he sure was alike in his anger.
And the little fiend looked like him, too. His skin was olive-colored, nearly green, and his hair the vivid color I'd remembered. The only difference was his eyes. They were as deep red as the blood now soaking my shoulder from the wound he'd given me. There was no way I'd be able to get out of his one. Why did I do such stupid things? I should have killed him when I'd had the chance.
My only hope was that he didn't have the Triforce of Power which his father had possessed. From the looks of his hunger to kill either Zelda or myself and steal our Triforce magic, it seemed so. Without that, he was just as powerful as a mortal man, and wouldn't need to be defeated with a blade imbedded with the powers of light. The same sword which I'd idiotically returned to its hiding place locked away in a forest.
I moved a little, and a searing pain shot through my shoulder. "Ow," I muttered to myself as I attempted to stand.
"You shouldn't do that," said a voice from afar.
"Who said that?" I asked into the darkness, and the shape of a little elf appeared in my view. "MIDNA!" I nearly shouted, jerking forward, but stopping my attempt to leap to my feet as my shoulder began to ache again.
"You shouldn't stand. You'll faint from loss of blood," she said, and then disappeared and reappeared inside my cell. "Really, why didn't you bandage yourself?"
"Hello. Unconscious," I pointed out, as I tore a strip of cloth off my shirt and wrapped it around the injury. I stood; steadying myself as I nearly fell again. "Now, are you going to help me out of here again?" I asked. She shook her head.
"I'm just sending a hologram form of myself from the next cell over," she said. "I've returned to my normal form, remember?" I sighed.
"Right. You can't just poof us out of here anymore," I remembered. "So, what do we do?"
"Wait for the person who has the Triforce of Power to get here," she suggested.
"And that would be who?" I asked.
"Guess," she replied, her usual fanged smirk on her face again. I rolled my eyes and returned to sitting up against the wall. She pouted, crossing her legs and leaning back in midair. "Aww, you're no fun, Link. She's your girl, you know?"
"What do you mean?" I said sullenly.
"The one you so wanted to save," she chirped. "The one you're sweet on." I knew who she was talking about, but wasn't in the mood for Midna's teasing right then.
"Ilia," I sighed, giving her the answer she so desired. I turned around to face Midna again. "Wait, ILIA!?" She giggled and nodded. "She doesn't even know," I said quietly and returned to being depressed. Midna rolled her eyes.
"Do you really think she's that stupid?" she asked. "I don't, and I think she's an absolute idiot." I reached out and tried to slap her, but my hand went right through her face. "Hologram, remember," she cackled. "But, Link, usually people start to notice when a shiny little mark appears on their hand."
I looked at the Triforce on the back of my hand, and sighed. I had never been helpless like this before. There'd always been some way out before. But now there wasn't. I was trapped here, hoping that someone would come to save me. With Midna for companionship. Could things get any worse?