Hey Guys! I know it has been quite a while since I published last, compared to my usual rapid pace, but I was exhausted, and I…Do have excuses! There was Thanksgiving, Family hoarding my home, a Quiz Bowl Tournament, multiple Epiphanies, a Band concert, Christmas, New Years, Friend issues, Science Fair(UGH), girl problems(sorry ladies), and then, a huge arse load of homework to do, but the marking period is now over, and I am no-longer stressed-as much. Another thing, I have gotten completely addicted to Clash of Clans (awesome game) and have planned a fanfiction for that, to write someday. Just a little thing. (My clan is the DiamonDragonz)(Me being Chief Kamper).
Also, happy belated birthday to me! :/
Also, (HOLY CRAP) I just made a snapchat, so if you want to friend me or whatever it's called, go ahead, my profile name is my Pen name on here. Apparently I cannot write my penname, but whatever.
Also, I started writing a prequel to this story(there is a sequel to this story). It takes place around seven-hundred years before Hyrule's Destiny. It is a trilogy, and basically covers the founding of Hyrule. I will not be publishing it until I'm finished with the sequel to this story, and then after that trilogy, I will take a temporary break from The Legend of Zelda. *reader gasps in horror* I know, it IS terrible, but I want to write some Batman stuff, and I need to get back to Purple Blossom(You should know what that is, I guess.) I'm also going to be publishing a few small things here or there while writing these stories. The ones I just mentioned are the biggest stories I'll be writing(that I have planned now). Some of the things include a big bang/SHIELD crossover*reader facepalms*(Yeah, I know, how in the world did I come up with that?!) And a How I met your mother fanfic.
I want to recommend Heaven is for real, God's not dead, American Hustle, Saving Mr. Banks, and once again, so you will watch it, Game Theory.
Talk about author's notes…I really guess I should shut up, but I enjoy talking to you guys through writing, so I do this. In your review (Hint Hint-REVIEW!) you have a choice to enter a little poll of mine. Do YOU like these extremely long author's notes?
Also(YEESH), This story was dedicated to Legends4, but after the new year, he changed his name to…Chris Wizzuds…So this story, I guess, is now dedicated to…Chris Wizzuds…(sorry bro).
Thanks to Legends4 and the…7th Demon of Razgriz…for their review of The Temple of Power-Only two reviews! Come on, guys, I'm beggin' now, I know I didn't give you time before to review, but I just took a two month long break before publishing again! Can't you just review, even if you just put nice, or a :), or a :O, or a :D, but just put something!
Ch.7.
The wind howled through the plains that connected Faron and Eldin, deafening the trio. They had departed from The Temple of Power the day before, and were struggling to make it through the windy plain. There was nothing but air in front of them-to stop the wind-for miles. Link gasped for air, and tried speaking through the wind to Impa.
"How long!"-He gasped again-"Do you think!"-Another gasp-"We will be!"-yet another gasp-"Till we get out of here!?"
"I think it will be a while before we get out of the plains," She shouted to him. She didn't have that much trouble speaking in the wind. Ever since she had claimed the Triforce of Power, she didn't have trouble breathing or using abysmal amounts of strength whenever need. She wasn't at all exhausted from their walking, and didn't sleep the night before. She kept walking, and Link struggled to keep up with her. He put his hand on his cap, and secured it in place on his scalp, to ensure the wind didn't blow it off.
"How long…Do you think a while is?" He gasped.
"It may be an hour or so till we see anything to break the wind," She shouted to him. He was only feet from her, but one thing that her power couldn't control, was their hearing through this wind.
She sighed, as Link persisted with his questions.
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Cia took a deep breath, facing her portal as she did so. She turned, and found Wizzro floating above the blood-stained stone of her Fortress. She grit her teeth, and the master of darkness and fear cowered.
"OH MY gODDESSES!" She shrieked, and Wizzro wringed his hands together, fearing his punishment.
"HOW IN THE HELL DID THEY GET AWAY WITH THE TRIFORCE OF POWER!?" She shrieked again, and swung her scepter in front of her, pointing it at Wizzro, sending a giant purple shadow hand towards him, lifting him up, and squeezing him.
"Master…" He hissed, struggling to breath. "I had created the perfect monster to kill them."
"Then how did they kill it!? And how did they kill Volga!?"
"Volga failed to keep the first Triforce guardian at bay. She obtained the Triforce of Power, and killed Volga with it. And the monster was supposed to die, but the Triforce guardian converted the other two guardians!"
"I'm disappointed, Wizzro," She said, releasing her magic hold on him. The hand disappeared back into her scepter, and Wizzro fell to the ground. He rolled over, and then floated back into the air.
"I'm sorry master…You do know that I will defeat them at the Temple of Courage."
"I suppose you may, and that is the most important place…It is where the Hero will claim the Triforce of Courage, and then I can take it from him and the other two…"
"Yes, and then you will have the Hero to yourself, and I will…" He hissed.
"You will what?" Cia asked.
"Did you not say that if I helped you I would have the dark world to myself?"
"No! This is MY land. Your payment is me not melting that ring you live in," She snapped, motioning the ring on his belt.
He shivered, and disappeared. If he wanted to be ready for the trio of hero's, he would have to prepare his biggest spell yet.
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Link, Sheik, and Impa walked through the wickedly strong winds. Link was ready to give in, when in the distance, maybe two or three miles away, was the answer to their immediate problems-A town. It was square shaped, and was surrounded in palisade walls to block out the fierce wind.
They sped their pace up, and they arrived at the gates within the hour.
Link breathed a sigh of relief when they received a break from the wind. He took a sip from his canteen, and Impa stepped up to the gate, and knocked.
They waited a moment, and they heard a voice from above them. They looked up, and saw two palisade towers on each side of the gate. Standing on each tower, armed with a short sword, and a bow with a large quiver that was stuffed with arrows, was a Rito guard.
Link's eyes widened. The Rito were an incredibly endangered species. He had only seen one in his life, and it was only a quick glimpse, as the Rito was departing the castle.
"Who goes there!?" One of the Rito guards shouted to them.
"Travelers from Hyrule!" Impa replied.
"What business do you have coming through here?" The guard shouted back.
"Royal business!" Impa cried out, "business that if you do not let us take care of, ;ife as we know it will certainly end!"
"Bull!" The guard snapped, "Hiko!" he cried to the other guard, "retrieve the chief's advisor!"
"Yessir," Hiko replied, and hopped out of sight behind the gate.
"Can you not see that we need aid?" Impa asked to the guard, while they waited for the Chief's advisor. "We are parched, our canteens need filling, our bellies are empty, and we desperately seek shelter from this dreadful gale!"
"We cannot trust any "travelers on imperative business", and there is no changing my mind, so lay off!"
Impa sighed, and rested her back against the tall, heavy palisade walling. Link grit his teeth, and began to pace. Lana was now on his mind, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Cia may take his honor from Lana if she were to succeed in her quest. He shuddered, and Sheik put her hand on his shoulder, the way Lana used to do.
"Something wrong, Link?"
"I miss my wife, and I can't shake this blasted feeling that she is…gone."
"Why do you think that?"
"She went missing the night of the attack. What if she had ventured outside the city gates? She couldn't defend herself against the hordes of monsters that attacked…"
"Maybe she just went to an inn?"
"No, she doesn't drink; it screws with her head-more than others."
"You know a lot about her, you must love her…"
"Of course I do! She is my wife! I love her, and if something happened…" He pulled away from Sheik and cupped his face with his hands. "I can't live without her Sheik, I love her too much."
"What would you do?"
"What would I do? Oh, what would I do…I don't know! Sheik…I just…I can't think about that now. Now, I need to be thinking about what we will do if we aren't accepted by the Rito, I know Lana would want me to."
"I'm sure she would," Sheik said, consolingly.
"Aye! You three!" The guard shouted down to them, waving his arms.
"Are you letting us in?" Link asked.
"That ain't for me to decide! That decision be for the Chief's advisor! Hiko" he called out to the other guard, who had now resumed his post, "Let 'em in, so the Chief's 'visor can 'ake a look at 'em."
The Gargantuan gates fell into the Earth, into a hidden slot that was dug specifically for holding the gate whilst it was closed. The trio stepped through and viewed the Rito who, was assumingly the Chief's advisor, both by the clothing that adorned the figure, and the fact that he was the only Rito standing in the area, thus making him the only one able to be the Chief's advisor, unless the guards had lied about him being there.
"Hello Hylians," the Rito said, "I am Girotiho, Chief's advisor, what business do you seek here? And why are my guards so fidgety?"
"We need to talk with your Chief," Impa said, and the advisor folded his arms, irritation dawning on his face.
"You will tell me what you have to say to my Chief."
"It is long, and your Chief may as well be there when you hear it, ok?"
"Alright, then." He put his hand up to the guards, as they began to step down. "I won't be needing a guard, stay at your post, and do shut that gate, this gale is beginning to chill my bones."
The trio followed Girotiho as he walked through the streets, and Link opted for conversation between him and the Rito, but he was shot down immediately by Impa's glare. He finally gave up, and then leaned over to Sheik.
"Seems kind of hostile, huh?" He whispered to her, and she chuckled softly.
"Yes, it seems so…And, why aren't there any people out on the streets?" she asked, pointing out to Link that the streets were barren, empty but of the sounds of their footsteps, and the two tiny voices.
"I wondered that myself…" Link muttered, and Girotiho spoke up, thus breaking his silence.
"We have set a curfew of 10:00 p.m., to ensure no one is out in case of…problems that may arise."
Link looked to the sky, and found the moon high up, peaking above their heads. It was probably around midnight by now.
"What kind of "problems" might arise?" Link inquired.
"…" the Rito remained silent as they passed through the streets, and then glanced behind his shoulder. "You will discuss the matter with the Chief, if he accepts you into his bed-chambers.
"Yeesh," Link muttered, and continued to walk down the roads that snaked through the village.
They soon arrived at the Town Hall, where Girotiho led them through its oak doors.
Immediately Link noticed the heavy sound of their feet thumping against the hardwood flooring. The ceiling of the building stood around thirty feet high, and the building was around sixty or so feet wide. The room they stood in now was around the size of his living area, back home, where Lana might be waiting…
To their left was a hallway, where he could hear heavy amounts of snoring. To the right, he could smell the scents of meat drying. Directly in front of them was a door with a golden frame with Rito writing engraved into it; that was filled in with gold, to make the writing more clear.
Girotiho led them to the golden door, and pulled a key from his belt. He inserted the key into the doorknobs lock, and twisted. Link heard a faint 'click' and Girotiho pushed the door open. He motioned for them to follow, and they entered a long hallway with rooms branching off from left to right. At the end of the hall, was another door framed in gold, with more golden engraving on it. They walked to the end of the hall, and Girotiho pulled another key from his belt. He slipped this one into the lock quietly as a door mouse, put his finger up, to the trio, motioning for them to stay put, and then slipped through into the Chief's room. He closed the door behind him, and the trio waited outside the door.
They heard muffled conversation through the door, and then a loud grumbling. The door soon opened, and Girotiho waved them inside. He closed the door behind them, and then whispered for them to take a seat at the table that stood in the corner of the room. Across the room from them, sitting upright in his bed; was the Rito Chief.
"Why," The chief immediately began, "are you intruding upon my sleep in the middle of the night?"
"Chief," Impa began, "We are travelers from Hyrule, we seek food, and shelter. This is all we ask for the moment, so we can move along to Faron Woods."
"What do you seek in Faron?" The chief asked, a doubtful smile creeping up on his face.
"What we seek is business between me, my companions, and Princess Zelda, your ruler."
"Just who do you think you are?"
"I," Link began, agitation growing in his voice, "am the general of the Hyrulian army."
"Where, General, is your army?"
"We were ambushed passing through Eldin, and if you didn't notice, the volcano erupted directly afterwards, wiping the remainder of our army out, and stranding us on cliff plateau's. We made our way to the plains, and have traveled to here, we need food, water, and shelter, and we will be gone the morning after tomorrow."
"How do I know you aren't bandits who have brought moblins to my village?" The chief asked.
"Moblins?" Link asked, "There are no Moblins here…That I know of…I didn't even know any Rito still lived in Hyrule."
"Exactly, how should you know about the troubles...that trouble us, when you don't even know we exist?"
"If I may interject," Impa spoke up, pulling a scroll from her belt, "This is a letter from the Princess, stating our business, and giving us passage anywhere throughout the kingdom."
The Chief snatched it from her hands, and read through it hastily.
"Ah fine," he muttered. "I want to talk to you three in the morning, but for now, Girotiho will show you your rooms, and he will bring you food to eat and water to drink, and he will have warm bathes drawn for all of you."
"Yes chief," Girotiho said, and he rushed from the room to find his servants.
"Thank you for your graciousness, chief," Impa said, and the trio left the room, closing the door behind them.
They found Girotiho in the hall, servants behind him.
"Bathes are being drawn for you as we speak," He told the trio, "when you are done with your bath, your rooms and refreshments will be ready, will you be dining in your rooms? Or will you dine in the dining hall?"
"Our rooms will be fine," Link answered, and checked quickly with the trio to ensure they agreed with his decision.
"Alright, then," Girotiho said, and waved for the trio to follow him, as the servants behind Girotiho went into three of the rooms branching off of the hall they were in, to clean, and prepare for the guests.
Girotiho pushed one of the doors open, and exposed a set of stairs, which he then proceeded to walk up.
The trio followed him up the stairs and into another hallway. Link felt a burst of heat when he stepped in, and realized that the rooms branching out off of the hallway were bathing rooms.
Girotiho pushed open one of the doors, and a huge cloud of steam rolled out into the hallway, washing over the trio. The steam from the baths licked at their wounds, and seemed to soften the stinging that echoed around their bodies.
"This bath is for you, General Link," Girotiho said, waving him into the room. Link stepped in, and looked around. The room was circular, and consisted only of a bath built into the floor. The water was boiling, bubbles bursting and hissing, and steam came out of the water in waves. Two servants were kneeling over the water, one of which was pouring soap into the water, and the other stirring the water with a big paddle.
"Are you sure this bath is meant to be…comfortable?" Link asked them.
"Yes," The servant with the paddle said, "The water is cooling as we speak."
The servant who was pouring soap stood up, and walked over to the wall, and lifted open a trapdoor. He pulled a rope up that was attached to the bottom of the trapdoor, and heaved a large bucket onto the floor. He carried it over to the bath, and poured its contents-five pounds of ice-into the water.
Link stepped back, as the water screeched from the ice rapidly cooling it.
"Wouldn't that be too much ice?" Link asked the servants.
"No, the water was at around six-hundred degrees Fahrenheit, and that ice dropped it down to around a hundred degrees."
"Oh, well, thanks for drawing my bath, but um, I can take it from here," he said, and the servants left the room.
Link pulled his armor off, easing his muscles as he did so, and then pulled his tunic off. He dropped his pants to his feet, and removed his undergarments. He slipped into the bathtub, and instantly his body was relieved of the pain that plagued him. He leaned his head back, and closed his eyes, letting him drift off into a distant memory.
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Link walked down the narrow path to the market. He passed a few people he knew on the way. He stopped at the Bakery.
He pushed the door open, and headed inside. The baker; Arnold, was standing over a lump of dough at the front counter.
"Hey Arn!" Link exclaimed, and the baker looked up. He smiled broadly and walked around the counter to Link. He picked him up in a bear hug, and set him back down.
"Where 'ave you been," Arnold asked Link.
"I just got back from another siege," Link said.
"Is that right? What were you doing?"
"We were simply taking down Bokoblin outposts around Hyrule, not much."
"It sounds exciting, I would join the army, but I'm too fat to move with you lot!" He said chuckling heartily. It was true, he was over a hundred pounds more than Link, and didn't have the agility of any young man.
"Well, Hyrule needs you here Arn," Link said.
"I suppose it does, and me wife needs me here too."
"Yeah," Link said, nodding in agreement.
"By the way, 'ave you met a nice lass yet?"
"No, not yet Arnold."
"You need one, cause before you know it, you'll be old and fat like me, but wifeless! Get one now while you're still a good sight."
"Yup, who knows, I might even meet her today!" Link said, laughing.
"Oh, then you might need a little something to get her attention besides that mop of hair, so why don't I make you a…Strawberry pastry, light on the cream and heavy on the fruit?"
"You know how I love 'em Arn," Link said, "I'll be back when I'm done shopping, to pick up my pastries, ok Arn?"
"You bet Link," He said, and Link went out the door. He headed down the market, and heard a commotion coming from one of the vendors. Link rushed over, and found a rugged looking man with shaggy brown hair and a long beard. He was shaking a knife at the vendor and shouting at him.
The vendor handed over a few fruits, and the thief turned, and ran down the path toward Link. Link rushed toward the thief, and tackled him to the ground, knocking the knife from his hands.
The thief elbowed Link in his face, and shoved him over. Link didn't have a sword at his side, as his rank didn't allow it. The thief grabbed his knife, and leapt down on Link. He plunged his knife into Link's shoulder, and Link yelped in pain. Link kicked his knee up, slamming it into the Thief's waist. The thief cringed, and Link shoved him off of his chest.
By now, three guards had arrived at the scene, and had drawn their weapons.
Link yanked the knife from his shoulder, letting blood flow from the wound, and the thief stood back up. Link waved them away.
"Stay back, I have this!" Link called out to the guards. Link walked closer to the thief, and slashed his blade at him. The thief jumped back, and then lunged at Link. Link swept the knife up, burying it in the thief's stomach. He let go of the knife, and the thief's body fell to the ground.
The thief lolled his head back, and moaned. Link stepped back, clutching his shoulder with one hand, as the three guards closed in on the thief.
One of the guards put his finger to the now unconscious thief; "He lives," the guard proclaimed, and the other two guards hefted the thief up by his arms and legs, and carried him in the direction of the prison.
The third guard turned to Link; "lieutenant," he said, "would you like me to aid you to an apothecary?"
"No," Link replied, "I can get to one by myself, but thank you for the offer." Link turned, and headed off in the direction of the nearest apothecary.
He found the small wooden building with green and blue smoke drifting out of the front window. He walked up the thin steps to the door, and pushed it open. He entered a rather light room, with shelves crammed on the walls, all packed with potions and herbs. Kneeling at the counter was a thin woman with light-blue hair done in a ponytail. She was wearing a thin skirt that went around three inches from her knees, had gray tights that went to her feet, which were covered in thin blue and gray shoes. Her belly and the small of her back were exposed, and she was wearing a thin shirt that covered only her chest and the top of her back. She had two silver bracelets on each wrist.
"Um, hello?" Link said quietly, and the woman turned her neck to look at Link.
Her eyes widened, and she stood up, wiping her pants off when she did. "Lieutenant!" She said, "um, what uh, what can I help you with today?"
He removed his hand from his shoulder, and revealed the stab wound.
"Oh!" She cried out, "Oh what happened?" She said, and rushed over to him.
"I uh, got stabbed," not sure what to say.
"Obviously, how'd it happen?"
"Thief."
"A thief? Did someone try to break into your home?"
"No, not really, I saw a vendor being robbed, and I stepped in."
"Did he get away? The thief?"
"No, he got stabbed in the process, as did I, and I had two of the guards take him to the prison."
"Oh wow, uh, I should probably take care of this," she said, and rushed behind the counter. "Oh, and, by the way, my name is Lana," she said, and gave him a short wink, before going.
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Link awoke with a startle; the door to the bath creaking open. He turned his head to look, and saw Impa's Braid through the crack between the door and the wall.
"Uh, do you need something commander?" he asked.
"No," Impa replied, "I-I was just wondering if you had fallen asleep, did you?"
"I might have drifted off there, yes," he replied to her, "why? Have I been in long?"
"Yes, it's been an hour and a half, general."
"Oh, I should uh, probably get out then," he said, and started to stand, but stopped himself.
"I'll be in my room, if you need me," Impa said to him, and closed the door.
He stood up, and found a towel in place of his tunic. He walked over to the towel and found a card on it.
On the card, scribbled in bad Hylian writing, was a note explaining that his clothes were being washed at the moment, and an explanation of how to get to his room. He shrugged, and grabbed the towel from the ground. He dried his body, and wrapped the towel around his waist. He walked from the bath area, and walked to his room, using the card as a guide.
In his room, on the bed, that was tucked into the corner, was a set of sleep ware-a thin green shirt embodied on the edges with gold, an undergarment, and a pair of thin green pants. On the floor, next to the bed, was a pair of thin brown shoes. Link changed into the clothes, and lay down on the bed, pulling the comforter over his chest and to his neck. He fell asleep softly, and the memories once again caught up with him.
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Link awoke to a short Rito child poking him insistently.
He opened one eye at the child, and glared at him.
The child jumped back, giggling, and ran out of his room. Link grumbled, and swung his feet down to the floor. He stood, and found his tunic and armor on thee end table that sat neatly next to his bed. He changed into the tunic, leaving the armor off, and departed for the smell of food coming from the kitchen. He headed towards it, and entered.
He found Impa and Sheik sitting at one of the oak tables in the kitchen, along with a few Rito, including the child that had so rudely awaken him.
He sat down next to the two. Impa and Sheik had their Sheikah tunics on, and Sheik had her cowl on. She sat at the table, not daring to touch her plate…Which Link found to be empty. She must have eaten while Link was sleeping. She must really not want him to know who she is.
Impa was busy clearing her plate, only for her to re-fill it. She needed all the strength she could get, even with the Triforce of Power.
Link found himself a plate, and piled it high with smoked sausage, toasty, buttery hotcakes, runny fried eggs, and crispy bacon, which could only remind him of the last morning he had with Lana.
He quickly cleared his plate, not stopping to talk, and turned his head to Impa.
"The chief said last night that he wanted to talk to us…" he said, to Impa, who was busy taking the last of the sausage.
"Yes," She replied, through a full mouth, "So?"
"Well, shouldn't we go to him?"
"Girotiho said to wait till noon; that is the Chief's morning."
"Hmm, seems like he wouldn't make a good chief, sleeping in like that."
"Well, the Rito do-" She swallowed, "-not really depend on the Chief, he is just there as a source of false-leadership, without him, the tribe would fall apart, even if he does not do anything."
"Hmm, so what are we gonna do in the meantime?" Link asked.
Link's question was soon answered by the town bell ringing. Several guards rushed out of the building, the others rushing to the Chief's room. The trio of heroes leapt to their feet, and scattered to the front doors of the town hall. The emerged into the wind, and heard constant clatters of Rito soldiers heading to the North wall. Link rushed back inside and to his room, as did the other two heroes. When he arrived, he quickly put his armor on, and strapped his sheath and rifle-which he found on his bed-to his back. He threw his shield-which was next to his sheath-on his back too, and then rushed back outside, where he found Sheik and Impa waiting.
They both glared at him, tapping their feet impatiently.
"What?" Link exclaimed, "It takes a while to put that armor on!"
They both shook their heads, and turned to the North wall, which they ran to.
Link sighed, and followed after them.
The trio arrived at the North gate, and found the gate to be closed. A watchtower was built on both sides of the gate. Link ran to the left gate, and Sheik and Impa to the right.
Link pulled the door to the tower open, and entered. The interior of the tower served a purpose only of holding a staircase inside. He sighed, and ran up the stairs. When he reached the top, he pushed the trapdoor to the roof open, and hauled himself up to the roof. He found two guards standing there, facing the plains. The roof of the towers had fences on the sides, so the guards wouldn't be blown off by the powerful gusts. Link looked out to the plain, and saw the reason for the alarm. Twenty-three moblins were marching through the wind toward the gate. They all stood, nine feet of pure muscle and blubber, all armed to the teeth with maces, javelins, war axes, battle hammers, and broad swords longer than Link was tall.
Link looked to the tower on the right, and saw Impa and Sheik standing next to a guard. Link heard a chorus of wings flapping behind him, and saw ten or so Rito soldiers flying to the plain. He stood there, on the tower, stunned by the sight of them. Link cleared his thoughts, and turned back to the Moblins. The Rito soldiers flew closer to the ground, and began circling the Moblins. The soldiers each pulled a bow from their backs, and then an arrow. They strung the bows, and aimed toward the moblins. The guards on the towers followed up, by pulling their bows out, and stringing them up.
"FIRE!" The guard standing with Impa and Sheik shouted, and a volley of arrows was unleashed upon the moblins.
None fell.
The arrows simply buried themselves in the Moblins blubber, and they continued marching.
Link pulled his rifle from his back, and loaded it up. After he had it loaded, he aimed it toward the Moblin that seemed to be leading the charge. The Rito next to him turned his head.
"What are you doing with that club?" He asked.
"Hang on," Link said, "And it's a rifle," and he pulled the trigger, sending the bullet spiraling towards the moblin.
Smoke filled the tower, and Link could practically hear the Rito's jaw drop.
Link began re-loading the gun, and aimed at the hoard of Moblins once more. The smoke cleared, and he found that he had indeed hit the Moblin, which was now face-down in the grass, the wind beating against its dead body.
He fired again, and the Rito fired their bows again, for the fifth time now, and three Moblins went down.
"These raids aren't so bad!" Link called out, but too early did he say this, as a moblin carrying a giant battle hammer ran past the ranks and toward the gate. The Moblin stopped at the gate, and begun pounding down on the gate with its hammer.
Link slung his rifle over his back, and looked over the edge of the tower, to see the Moblin smash through the gate, letting the remaining monsters into the town.
Link exhaled, and quickly climbed down the Watchtower, unsheathing his sword and shield on the way.
As soon as he opened the door he realized his mistake.
He was alone.
Impa, Sheik, and all the Rito had stuck back to fight from a distance, but Link had charged into the fray without thinking. Too late to go back!
Link ran after a moblin and leapt onto its back, plunging his sword deep into its fat. The monster fell to the ground, and Link pulled his sword from its back. He hopped off of the monsters body, only to be launched through the air by a Mace.
Luckily, Link had been hit by the stick, and not the head, of the mace. It still hurt, though. His armored body crashed into a Rito house, easily sending him through the walls into the common area. He leapt to his feet, and found his sword a few feet from him. His shield was still strapped to his arm.
He ran to the Moblin that had unknowingly clubbed him, and dodged its knowing strike via mace. He slid under its legs, swinging his sword horizontally above his head as he did so, slicing the Moblins fat, stubby legs, and sending it to the ground. Link leapt to his feet, and sunk his sword down into the Moblin. He turned to face more, but found only three left, which were battering the watchtowers with their hammers. He saw Impa and Sheik tense, as the tower they were standing on, collapsed. They leapt to the ground when the tower neared it, and performed a quick, clean roll, saving them pain and broken bones. Sheik pulled her Kunai from her belt, and darted over to one of the Moblins. She slashed the Moblin several times, each slice cutting its back open even more, before the Moblin felt the thin pain from its back. It whipped around-as fast as it could-and swept Sheik to the side with its hammer. She flew into the other tower; that Link had been standing on, as it fell to the ground.
Link heard fire behind him, and turned to see Impa roasting a Moblin with her Naginata. The Moblin turned to ash eventually, leaving one more Moblin, and eight Rito soldiers. The Rito soldiers flew to the ground, and landed lightly on their feet behind the trio. Sheik and Link gathered together with Impa, and formed a semi-circle around the Moblin.
The Moblin roared, and thrust its Javelin into the ground, sending a dust cloud into the air, blinding the heroes.
The Moblin pulled a broadsword from its back, and knocked the heroes aside. It ran to the Rito, and cut them down before they could see again. Link rubbed his eyes once more, but to no avail. He needed water.
Sheik seemed to realize this, so she pulled a small, thin harp from her belt. It was blue and gray, with ripples designed to look like waves. It glowed with a dark blue light. She strummed a few notes, and then performed a quick spell using the harp. As soon as the last note of the spell was played, a wave of water washed over the trio, its source unknown. Link shook his head, spraying water everywhere.
"Thanks Sheik," He yelled out, "But where did the Moblin go?"
"Here!" Impa yelled, pointing at its large, fat foot prints in the dirt. "We'll follow the prints!"
So they did, and it didn't take them long before they saw the Moblin charge out of the Town Hall, The Chief tied to its back. It pulled its broadsword out, and stopped at the Trio.
Link stepped forward; "Let me handle this," he said to his comrades, and he braced for the fight. He ran toward the Moblin and swung his sword quickly at it. The Moblin easily parried the strike, and brought its sword down on Link, who blocked it with his shield, sending a huge dent through it. He muttered under his breath, sweat coming from his brow, as the Moblins sword came down harder, and harder. He couldn't last much longer, and he didn't. His strength gave out, and he fell on his back. His sword fell away from him, his shield busted, and he lay sprawled out on the dirt. Sheik stepped forward, but Impa put her Naginata in front of her.
"No." She snapped, as the Moblin plunged its sword down on Link, sending him into Darkness.