Hey guys! So after a very busy and heartbreaking semester (I lost a friend to a car accident) and summer classes, I finally was able to sit down and write some more. Please do forgive me for this ridiculous delay. I know some of you might have lost faith in me, and I understand that. I will try to post more often, time-permitting of course. I hope you all still remember even half of this tale, and if not, it's perfectly fine if you go back and read again. Anyways, enough of my sorrowful apologies and rambling, on to the story!
Chapter 17: Battle for Twilight
Drimani awoke from his slumber roughly seven hours after he bade goodnight (or twilight, as it was never dark in the realm) to his friends. He looked around and noticed a few soldiers were up and alert, keeping watch over camp. He also saw a few soldiers waking up as he did, although in a slightly more sluggish manner. One soldier looked in Drimani's direction and gave a salute, one that he returned.
Using a slight amount of magic, Drimani summoned his armor. He had elected to forgo his usual plate-mail body for a much lighter and comfortable chainmail body, although he still had his black plate legs. He also decided on a forearm-bearing shield, one which would leave his left hand free. This was to enable him to use magic if necessary. Although the shields of the Hylian soldiers bore the mark of the Triforce, Drimani's shield bore the mark of his realm, a white crescent moon with a shooting star bisecting it on the black shield background. Out of respect for Zelda and Hyrule, he modified the design on his shield to include a golden Triforce inside of the crescent. He never once used a helmet, as he preferred to have the ability to move his head around without the added weight. His Darkblade was housed within his scabbard, but unlike Link, he decided for a conventional waist strap. After he donned his armor, he proceeded to patrol the camp, greeting a few soldiers here and there. After about twenty minutes, he decided to wake the rest of the soldiers.
In their tent, Darian and Zelda were helping each other with their armor. Zelda, knowing she was going to have to be quite quick in the upcoming battle, decided to change into her Sheikah outfit. Having been trained in the ways of the Sheikah by a much younger Impaz, and the fact that her predecessors also had Sheikahn training, she had decided on the new look. Her entire body was lightly and flexibly armored to grant her maneuverability. Her throwing knives were concealed within her armor, but where exactly, she would not give away. The two things she disliked about the outfit was that her eyes changed color from royal violet to red, and that her voice was disguised to that of a young male while her mouth was covered by a scarf. Clearly NOT my thing, she thought.
In the meantime, Darian had been thinking about his choice of armory. In the end he decided to equip himself with the same kind of plate legs Drimani would be wearing, although he modified them slightly; he had shaved a bit of the armor's thickness to make it lighter and thus easier for him to fly. He attached a spiked belt around his waist to hold his whip and to prevent an enemy from detaching it. He had asked Zelda for help on his upper body armor. Once they decided he was to wear a chainmail body similar to Link's, they set to work on severing the backside of the chainmail. After all, having a full chainmail go all the way around his body would pin his wings, and that was something Darian certainly did not want, although Zelda had laughed at the thought. The chainmail body would have straps enhanced by magic to keep it fitted on Darian's frontside and shoulders, but would leave his back bare to accommodate his wings. He decided his Obsidian shield was too heavy for this battle, so he decided to wear armored gauntlets. This would solve two purposes: the first would be to grant Darian the ability to block blows with his wrists and forearms directly. The second was to house his twin battle daggers in case he needed to fight at close range. Link had suggested the gauntlets be modified to have the ability to hold his daggers, and after some magical tweaking from Midna, the gauntlets were ready to go. He finally wore a necklace that bore a similar design to Drimani's shield: a white moon crescent with a golden Triforce within. After donning his armor, Darian turned to Zelda, now known as Sheik, and gave a quick nod. Nothing needed to be said, and they walked out of the tent, just as Drimani began waking the soldiers.
Over in their own tent, Link and Midna were also dressing themselves for battle. Link had made a few adjustments to his armor. The first was that his chainmail body was strengthened with magical defense, courtesy of Darian. His tunic was darkened and now embroidered with Twili writings (to look "sexier" in Midna's eyes). He was wearing a black cloak with intricate designs, the most prominent being a Triforce with an image of the Sacred Beast within the Mediation Piece. The most shocking change was that Link decided to tinker with his Hylian Shield. With Midna's help, he was able to magically enhance the shield's defensive capabilities and shrink it to the size of his gauntlet, and reappearing at its full size whenever Link wished. It was also redesigned to fit his forearm like Drimani's shield to leave his right hand free to perform simple spells if needed.
Midna was the only one of the five who decided to not wear any armor at all. She felt that the three pieces of the Fused Shadow she still had in her possession were more than enough to lend her defensive help should the need be. She did, however, dress herself in clothes more suited for battle and left her headdress off, allowing her fiery red hair to cascade down to the middle of her back. She turned to Link as he was testing his shield and looking at his reflection through a mirror the Twilight Princess had conjured. She smirked when she saw him beam at himself. Unfortunately for her, the Hero noticed.
"What are you smirking at?" he asked, turning to face her.
"What? Can't I just laugh at my wolf every now and again without him biting my head off?" she answered his question with her own. She laughed when Link made the motion to bite her.
"I will if you don't shut up, my imp." he warned, but then chuckled as he strapped on the Master Sword to his back. He sighed, content with the look, and continued speaking. "Well then, my Twilight Princess, it'll be just like old times. Back into the heat of battle we go. Back to another quest to save the worlds."
"You are forgetting one MAJOR difference," Midna pointed out, while gesturing to her body. "This time, we fight as our TRUE selves. No one can stop us!"
"Heh, I can agree to that Midna. I can agree to that." They shared a brief hug and walked out of their tent, right as Drimani began calling and waking the soldiers.
"MEN! WOMEN! IT IS TIME! DON YOUR ARMOR, PICK UP YOUR WEAPONS AND GET READY FOR BATTLE!" Drimani yelled. As the soldiers were scrambling to put on their armor, captains, lieutenants, and unranked troops alike, Drimani continued his talk. "I know that this will be one of the most important, if not THE most important battle you all will fight. I also know that some of you may not survive to see the next day, but rest assured and in peace your sacrifice will not be in vain!" As some soldiers cheered, Drimani was pleased to know his troops had his back. As he was about to continue, someone cut him off.
"Oh brother! ANOTHER SPEECH! CAN WE JUST FIGHT ALREADY?!" Some of the troops widened their eyes but laughed when they saw Link was the one who heckled Drimani. "If I have to listen to another word of your yapping I think I'm gonna fall asleep!"
"Will you shut up Hero?" Drimani yelled back. "If you can't stand listening to me PREACHING, then go attack the castle yourself!"
"FINE, then I will!" Link started dramatically strutting toward the palace, eliciting much laugher from the soldiers, Drimani included, only to be pulled back by Midna.
"Woah there! You're not going there by yourself, that's an order! You can go ONLY if I go as well!" And with one look at each other, they pretended to sprint towards the palace. They stopped as another voice called out.
"HOLD IT!" Sheik shouted. "No way you're going without me! If you think tha-" her mouth, even though it was already covered, was muffled more by Darian's glove.
"Go! I'll hold the fort!" he yelled. This made everyone laugh, and once they settled down, Drimani decided to speak again.
"As I was saying before those HOOLIGANS interrupted me…!" More laugher erupted from the crowd, and he waited before they quieted down again. "Ah forget this speech… Archers keep towards the back of the army, and we can go from there! Now let's get this party started!" After a huge cheer from the army, the troops began marching toward the palace.
Link, Midna, Sheik, and Darian marched ahead, with Veran and the Elite Twili group following close behind. Drimani was behind them, leading the army toward the illusion barrier, while Medeus, Ashei, and Rusl, and their lieutenants were each in front of their legions. The legions were all comprised of humans, Zoras, Gorons, and Twili, all ready for battle. The archers, as Drimani ordered, were all toward the back of the legions, ready to fire their arrows at a moment's notice.
As the army approached the plateau, the illusion barrier suddenly vanished. The Shadow Beasts were waiting for the troops in the hundreds, if not thousands. A few of the soldiers paled but were still determined. Drimani held up a hand to stop the soldiers and walked up to the Elite group.
"How do you plan to get into the castle with so many Shadow Beasts?" he asked.
"I plan to cut them all down on my way there," Link responded with a small smile while unsheathing his sword. While Midna and Darian chuckled, Sheik decided to punch his arm lightly.
"Will you be serious for once? You sound like you're about to have the time of your life!" She face-palmed when she saw Link and Darian have identical looks on their faces: one of mischief and anticipation. "Oh for Goddesses' sake, you both will be the end of me." she said with finality. Just then, a roar cut across the realm. They turned to see the first of the Shadow Beasts running towards them.
"Archers! Fire your arrows NOW! Don't let them break through!" Drimani yelled. As if on cue, the arrows rained down on the enemy, ripping into them. With roars of pain, the Beasts crumpled and disintegrated before hitting the ground. Drimani used this moment to shout out another order. "Ashei, quickly have your Gorons form a defensive line in front of the archers, I don't want any more deaths than there should be!"
"You heard the General, go! Quickly!" As the Gorons formed a line in front of the archers, ready to defend them, more Shadow Beasts rushed forward, ready to prey on unsuspecting soldiers. Once again, arrows rained down upon the foe, and once again, they were skewered. Even this small victory was short-lived, as the Shadow Beasts far outnumbered the Liberation Army. Drimani decided to go on the offensive this time.
"Rusl! You and your squadron will meet these foul beings when they decide to attack again. Magic users will be behind the fourth line of troops, providing defensive spells and kill any and all Beasts that get through!" Right on cue, a third set of Shadow Beasts, their number much greater, rushed forward.
"Charge, my friends! And don't look back!" Rusl yelled, running forward and drawing his blade. Roland immediately followed suit, charging right into the fray. Blades met claws as Rusl's legion battled against the Beasts. The soldiers seemed to hold their own well enough as many more Beasts were cut down. Indeed by the time the dust cleared from the first round, only five of Rusl's troops fell, while at least fifty of the enemy were no longer existent. Roland turned to Rusl while preparing for the next wave.
"Captain! Why are the others not proceeding to the Palace? They've had plenty of opportunities until now!" he yelled.
"I haven't even thought of that! Good point Roland! Go and pass the message!" As Roland sprinted forward, four of the Shadow Beasts jumped in front of him, all ready to cut down the young warrior.
"You think you're enough to stop me? I don't think so!" He spun with his blade and lobbed off two heads right off the bat. The other two Beasts slowed down and decided to circle him instead of recklessly rushing him. Roland took his battle stance and waited for them to make their move. And move they did.
One of the Beasts charged headlong toward him, while the other moved slowly toward his exposed backside. Roland made short work of the Beast at his front, but failed to remember the second foe that decided to jump at the opportunity. However, just as it closed in to deal a devastating blow, an arrow embedded itself in the Shadow Beast's head. Roland looked toward the archers, but they all pointed to a lone figure on the rocks. Spinning around, he was greeted by a waving Myra. Waving thanks, he continued running to where the Elite Group was located. Link saw him first and ran towards him.
"What is it Roland? Everything okay?" Link asked.
"Link, sir! You've had plenty of opportunities to breach the palace! What are you waiting around for?!" Roland responded. Link looked taken aback for a moment, then turned to the others.
"You heard the man! Why are we sitting around while the others get all the fun?" Midna smirked in their direction.
"I was just thinking the same thing. I say we go!" she called out to the others.
"I don't need to be told twice!" Darian exclaimed. Spreading his wings, he jumped into the air and extracted his whip, cracking it on the heads of some unsuspecting victims.
"Not this again!" Sheik screamed before pulling out her knives. With a few well-timed throws, at least seven enemies disintegrated into square particles. "You hear me Darian? Stop taking all the fun!" As Link and Midna laughed a bit, Drimani approached them.
"You two better go! I'll hold down the fort here and win on this front. You need to get in there and take out Zant!" Six Shadow Beasts jumped out at them, and Drimani drew his sword. "GO! You're wasting time!"
"You heard him! Let's go!" Midna yelled. Link didn't need to be told twice and charged headlong into a throng of enemies, cutting them down every which way. Midna ran in after him, raining magical hell on those who could not escape her wrath. Veran and the other Twili members followed the two, protecting each other, raining spells, and slicing various foes that came in their way. Not too long afterwards, the small group found themselves in front of the palace walls.
"Alright, I say we bash the doors down and start this party!" Link yelled. And with a mighty slash, the doors were blasted off their hinges… Revealing a number of Shadow Beasts. This time, however, there was a magician controlling the group. He decided to hold back the mindless zombies, and addressed the group.
"If you wish to survive just a little longer, you all better turn around now, puny beings." he said with a hint of arrogance in his voice.
"Puny?!" Midna screeched. "I'LL SHOW YOU PUNY!" Before Midna could fire a spell, Veran put a hand on her shoulder.
"We'll handle this Princess! You go on! Take out that usurper once and for all!" Midna looked at Veran in shock.
"But Veran! This is…!"
"I know who he is Princess," Veran interrupted. "But if there is anyone who can get to him, it is me. You have a duty to the Twilight and everyone here. As true ruler, you must defeat the usurper and claim your rightful throne. Now please go. We will handle this." Midna ran up to him and briefly hugged him.
"Thank you Veran, and please do your best to survive." Midna said gently. Veran smiled in response while readying his magic alongside his Twili companions. After she and the others ran on, he turned to face the magician.
"I never expected you to defect to Zant… My brother."
The magician sneered in response. "What would you know? You simply suck up to Midna instead of doing what is right for this nation!"
"What is right?! Have you gone completely mad? Zant was the WORST thing that happened to this realm and you know it!" Veran's attempts to get to his brother all were for naught as a bolt of magic narrowly missed him.
"Am I just going to listen to your pathetic pleas, or are we going to fight?" the magician taunted.
Veran sighed, knowing he could do nothing else but defeat his own brother in combat. "No. If this is what you really want, then let's go!" Readying his magic, Veran leapt at his brother.
"Are you sure we should have left him alone like that? I know he is powerful and he has the other Twili fighters with him, but will he be conflicted because he is fighting his own brother?" Link asked. The four made their way deeper into the palace and reached the room that held the lift which would take them up to the throne room.
"I had no choice in the matter," Midna responded. "Once Veran decided it was he who should fight back there, he wasn't going to be dissuaded. And he is right. If anyone should stop his brother, it is him."
"Curse the fates that forced them to cross magic," Sheik said quietly. Link and Midna silently nodded as they boarded the green platform. She then continued speaking. "Darian, you seem quiet. What is wrong?"
Darian had, up to this point, strangely not spoken a word. There was something off to him. He could not pinpoint exactly what it was, but as the lift carried them higher towards the door to the royal hallway, he could sense, with more clarity, an extremely dark presence. He knew it could not be Caedin, for his darkness was much more refined and stable. The darkness he was sensing was more brutal, barbaric and… Childish? Whatever it was, it was beginning to make Darian feel more and more on edge. But he knew at this point it was not his business. His main priority was to aid the others in defeating Zant. He would focus on this dark entity later.
He turned to Sheik to answer her question. "Sorry. I was just considering the finer points of how to engage Zant. With this many of us he does not stand a chance, that much is true. But we must also take caution as to not hit each other accidentally."
"I see your point. Then maybe we should call our shots to make sure the others get out of the way," Link suggested. At this point, they had reached the door to the final hallway. As it opened, he raised his hand toward the hilt of his blade, only to stop as there were no guards or Shadow Beasts in front of the door to the throne room. He turned to the others with a frown. "I thought we would encounter much tighter defenses here. This is certainly strange. Usually Zant hides behind his minions."
"Don't forget, Link," Midna responded. "Zant hasn't really been himself since he was revived by Caedin. He's been attacking more and more recklessly. Remember how he waited until you and Dari were alone before striking? Not that it did him any good, but all the same, I think he is waiting for us and wants us at full strength when fighting us. He probably wants to please his master and by defeating us, he will prove a good apprentice. Bad move," she smirked. The others chuckled and continued toward the door.
Suddenly, Darian gasped and fell to his knee, clutching his hand. The others turned to him in alarm.
"Dari, what's going on? What's wrong?" Sheik asked in alarm. When she looked at his hand, she had to take a step back. His Triforce was rapidly flashing between gold, silver, and what looked to be a pale red. He looked up at her with worry in his eyes.
"Sheik… I've been sensing this presence here in the Twilight for some time now. My Triforce is reacting and warning me that this entity is about to… Oh no… It's heading for… NO! I must go!" He turned to leave when Link grabbed his shoulder.
"Darian, what the hell has gotten into you?! You're never this worried!"
"Link, you have to listen to me. Actually all of you listen to me! I have a feeling Caedin wasn't the only one who burst free of his seal in the Night Realm. This presence I have been sensing has to be someone almost as dark as he is, and I have a feeling it's one of his two right-hand men. You three have to keep going and fight Zant. I'll head back to the battlefield and confront him!" At this, the other three all gasped and then angrily tried to shoot him down.
"Darian are you crazy?!"
"What the hell do you think you're doing, going down there alone?!"
"ENOUGH!" roared Darian. "Enough. You three need to trust me on this. As we speak, this thing is heading down toward the battlefield. If I don't go, it will decimate the army and potentially go after Drimani. I can't let that happen. You must understand this. I have a duty to everyone here. And that includes protecting Drimani if need be. I believe in you all. Go defeat Zant and then join me. I promise I'll be okay."
Sheik, Link, and Midna all stood there, flabbergasted at what Darian just said. If it was true that one of Caedin's right-hand men broke free of the seal, then he would be a major problem, one they didn't believe Darian could handle alone. But if they didn't let him go, there was a chance the army would be thoroughly wiped out, and they could not let that happen either. What other choice did they have? Sheik hugged Darian, who returned it shakily.
"Please be careful," she said, lowering her scarf to speak in her true voice. Darian visibly relaxed when hearing Zelda's voice once more. "We shall do our best to deal with Zant quickly. But please don't get in over your head Dari. None of us can afford to lose you."
"I know," Darian answered gently. "I promise you. Everything will be okay. Now go. All of you. May the Goddesses bless us all." Link saluted in response, Midna gave him a thumbs-up, and Sheik stepped away.
"May the Goddesses bless us all," Zelda repeated. Darian then turned and ran back down the hall, opened the door, and flew down the chasm, leaving her, Link, and Midna alone in front of the throne room. Link turned and drew his blade.
"Well, you heard the man," he said with a somewhat heavy heart. "Let's finish this quickly." With a nod, Midna opened the door to the throne room and all three stepped inside. Once the door closed behind them, someone cackled from the throne.
"Well well well, if it isn't The Three Stooges! I was wondering when you would get here!" Zant sneered. "Although I am surprised your Mediator isn't here with you. Has he already given up on you?"
"Go to hell," Link spat. "Darian would never give up on us. And besides, we don't need him to kick your ass. Remember who you are dealing with!" With that, Link rushed Zant with his blade poised to cut the usurper's head off. Unfortunately, Zant was ready and met Link's blade with his scimitar. Before he could counter, however, Link back flipped out of the way and landed just in front of Midna and Sheik, who were also poised to strike. Zant grinned maniacally.
"If that is how you want to play this game, so be it! I WILL have your heads, and then finally, this realm SHALL BE MINE!" he screeched, and the battle began.
I really hope I'm not going to be too late! Darian thought. He sensed the dark presence moving closer and closer to the battlefield and picked up his pace. He burst through a door and saw Veran and his brother still battling it out. It seemed Veran, although losing two of his men, was slowing pushing his brother backwards, while his remaining Twili partners were dealing with the rest of the Shadow Beasts. Darian had no time to stop and offer assistance; he had a much more important issue to deal with. With one glance at Veran, he flew past the battle and out onto the field. What he saw made his heart stop.
"Ornem Maxima!" he yelled before charging in…
Drimani was slicing into the Shadow Beasts as a butterknife would slice butter. All in all, he felt the battle was going in the favor of the Liberation Army. Indeed, while the number of Shadow Beasts was still high, only a few of his troops went down, while the rest were fighting with extreme vigor and sense of pride. He was beginning to wonder if he should run ahead and help the others when he suddenly felt an extremely dark presence close in on the battlefield.
He looked up, and to his horror, a masked being dropped into the center of the field, and with one wave of its hand, blew away half of Medeus' legion. Medeus himself was able to keep his feet planted, but that proved to be his undoing. The being produced a tentacle whip-like arm and managed to connect with Medeus' torso, sending him flying backwards into Ashei, who saw what had happened and had been running over to help. Both of them fell backwards, and Drimani turned just in time to avoid a strike from the masked being. Up close, Drimani was even more horrified. The mask looked like a heart, and yet its eyes were pure evil, and spikes were protruding from its edges. He jumped backwards just to try to put some distance between himself and the being to shout out a new order.
"EVERYONE BACK AWAY FROM HERE! IF YOU MUST CONTINUE FIGHTING, DO SO ELSEWHERE! YOU MUST LEAVE THIS AREA AT ONCE! SCRAMBLE FORMATIONS!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. It did the trick, as all of his troops fled the immediate area. Drimani was momentarily impressed with how quickly the soldiers took his order but then had to quickly duck to avoid another strike from the evil masked figure. Damn… I can't just keep on avoiding its attacks like this… I need to find a way to counter and get to it. The being chuckled, but the voice was high pitched and seemed rather childish.
"What's this? A new friend to play with?" it asked.
"Believe me, I'm no friend of yours," Drimani growled, sending a bolt of magic at the dark figure, but it nimbly jumped out of the way.
"You don't want to play with me? But I want to play a game! And I always get what I want! You bad bad man!" It launched its whip at Drimani, who barely rolled out of the way. "Why don't you want to play with Majora!" Drimani was too shocked at the name to even avoid the next strike. The whip cracked into him, sending him reeling backwards. He was, however, able to keep his feet on the ground and steadied himself. He looked back at the being, now knowing full well what he was up against.
"So you're Majora, huh? I've heard a lot about you. Serving Caedin, and eradicating those tribes all those years ago," Drimani said quietly.
"All those people were bad! I am the good guy, you hear me? I did all those things because it was the right thing to do! They banished me from their midst because I wanted to play with more powerful magic! I got my revenge on them after waiting for so long! I will NOT be stopped by another puny bad man!" Majora screeched. What he did not notice was Drimani disappearing from his sight and reappearing behind him.
"Puny bad man you say? Well then, take this from the 'puny bad man'." With one of his strongest bolts of magic, Drimani sent Majora hurtling across the battlefield. When Majora stood back up, Drimani widened his eyes in horror. What?! Not one scratch?! Damn! He's way too powerful!
"You insolent man! How dare you attack me like that?! NOBODY ATTACKS MAJORA!" He formed another whip-like appendage on his opposite side and launched both at Drimani, who managed to shield himself against one of them, but was hit rather hard by the other one. He grunted in pain and shot another bolt at Majora, but he dodged this one too. Twisting in the air, Majora aimed one whip at Drimani and launched it. Drimani easily moved out of the way and then blocked Majora's second attack.
"You know, doing the same attacks over and over again won't do you any good Majora! I can now predict them and deal with you accordingly!" He then charged at Majora, sword poised, believing Majora was now unprotected, but his leg was suddenly caught in one of Majora's whips and his upper body momentum propelled him face-first into the ground. He felt the other whip snake itself around his shield arm, so no matter what he tried to do, Drimani was stuck. Majora laughed childishly before throwing Drimani into the air.
Damn! What in…? What is this wretched power? I need to think fast! Drimani felt the effect of gravity take hold and he began to plummet back to the ground, where Majora was waiting to strike again. Just as Majora launched one of his whips, Drimani had an idea. Letting the appendage take hold of his arm, he charged straight down to the ground. As he was about to be turned into a splattered Night Prince, he shot a bolt of magic into his sword and stabbed it into the ground. This caused the sword to bounce and flip Drimani back into the air, allowing him to twist and pull on the whip, forcing Majora off the ground. With a mighty heave, Drimani flipped Majora over him and smashed him into the ground.
Drimani landed back on the ground and began panting heavily. The last maneuver sapped much of his energy, leaving only a handful left. With a slice of his sword, the whip-like appendage was severed, causing Majora to scream in pain. He got up and angrily turned to face Drimani again.
"YOU CUT OFF MY ARM! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?! YOU REALLY ARE A BAD MAN! TAKE THIS!" Majora ripped the rest of the broken appendage off and with a grunt, produced a short sword, roughly half the length of Drimani's blade. Drimani almost thought it was going to be easier now, but with a swing of the sword, Drimani felt a sting on his lower right side. He looked down and gasped before pain erupted from the affected region.
His armor had been sliced right through, and blood was pouring from his lower abdomen. With no energy left to stand, Drimani fell to his knee, clutching his injury. Damn… That was… What was that…? He looked up to find Majora cackling.
"I told you that you were gonna get it! See this?" he asked, holding up the sword. "This here is infused with my darkest magic! I fired a spell that cut right into your armor and cut you! Neat, huh? Eeh hee hee!" Majora began walking toward Drimani and stopped roughly five meters away. "Awwh, don't be sad now! Just think about it this way! The good guy always wins, right? Well I am the good guy and always have been! Goodbye, bad man!" He rose his sword and swung it again, shooting off another spell aimed for Drimani's neck this time.
Goddesses curse it all… Is this how it's going to end? Drimani thought. What a horrible way to go… I don't even have the energy left to dodge… Darian… Ashei… Zelda… Link… Midna… I'm sorry. I failed you all… Drimani closed his eyes, waiting for the killing blow…
But it never came. Drimani opened his eyes and was astonished at what he saw. A figure stood in front of him, holding up its hands. A golden barrier separated them from the cutting spell, and as he looked on, the hostile spell vanished. The figure turned to face Drimani and smirked, causing him to widen his eyes.
"Looks like you're in trouble there Drimani. Didn't I warn you to not overexert yourself? Now look at the mess you're in." Emerald iris turned gold, hair streaked with gold, and black wings glowing and streaked with white…
"…Darian…"
Did I set the battles up right? Let me know! To all of you faithful still around, R&R!
~LoneRider