Naia muttered something about crazy boys, and flew slowly down the tube. She winced at the slime dripping from the cieling and eventually emerged.
"Remind me to never follow you into a dark, damp, horrible place ever again!" She shook slime off her finger at 'dark', 'damp' and dried herself like a dog at 'horrible'.
She noticed link sitting in a muddy puddle.
"I dearly hope that you didnt cause that puddle…" she said.
"No." He scrambled to his feet. Looking around him, he noticed that there were two very narrow and very dark tunnels leading off from what seemed like this entrance room they were stood in. "You choose; which way?"
"Only one way to find out."she said." we split up. you go left and i will go right. take a torch and this string. it will show you the way back. Shout if you need help" she flew down the tunnel to the right and didnt slow, or look back.
"Right." He turned on his heel and started to walk down the left hand tunnel, the flame in front of him dancing across the curved walls.
Everything was silent. Too silent.
Every flicker of a shadow, every sound of a water droplet hitting the floor made Link flinch. His sword was held out in front of him, ready for any attack.
All of a sudden, with an astonishing crash, a massive, human sized single hand only just missed Link as he rolled out of the way.
He stood in a ready stance, facing the wallmaster and ready to attack.
Naia tried to lighten the mood by whisting 'eye of the tiger' and performing actions. Her voice faultered now and again. She saw only black ahead. It turned out to be a stalactite, she collided and fell.
Link blocked an attack from the wallmaster with his shield and stabbed it hard in the little finger. It recoiled for a second then went in for another attack, only invigorated by it's new wound.
Link smacked his lips in concentration to find the monster's weakness and performed a spin attack when the hand reared on it's wrist, sending it flying onto it's back.
He quickly pulled off a finishing blow to the middle of the hand and withdrew the sword as it curled up grotesquely and disappeared in a blast of black smoke.
Continuing down the corridor indifferently, he silently hoped that he would find that Kokiri sword soon...
Naia had not noticed any of the mini-battle and said simply "don't dawdle...you wanna find this Kokiri sword or not? strange..i expected more obstacles..." and flew on, unaware of the hand attack.
Link carried on down after her, rolling his eyes.
"BALLISTIC BAY TREES!? what happened to you? HONESTLY! we walk down ONE dark corridor and you are already injured! what did you do? walk into the wall and stab yourself?" She said, exasperated.
"For your information, a Wallmaster attacked me, so keep your voice down, please!" He saw a greater light ahead and hastened his pace.
"I know you are embarrassed about hurting your self and being a clutz, BUT there is NO NEED TO MAKE UP STUPID STORIES Ab..FFF! PFFTFT!" Naia was cut off by a knurled hand catching her . It emerged from the shadows and roared at link, drooling with possibility of death. It was a shadow beast, and it had Naia.
Link immediately drew the Master Sword again, charging at the beast and performing a powerful spin attack.
Naia was NOT impressed, and more than a little scared. She kicked and screamed, she tried to say 'NAYRU HELP ME!' but it came out as "mayweru fedlf fme!" she tried magic, but it weakened the monster only slightly. She was going to have to rely on Link. Great.
Link charged forwards and drove his blade through the monster's chest, hearing it's scream as it released Naia and fell to the floor, dead.
Link wiped blood away from his forehead, a small wound traced across it.
Naia had become unconscious from the unexpected fall. Had she been fully concious, she would have been fairly freaked out by the sensation of a solid object suddenly turn into transparent squares and fade into shadow, twilight almost. But she was unconscious and otherwise unharmed, save a scratch or two and some bad bruises.
Link stooped down and picked her up, shaking her a little, "Wake up!" He said in a hushed voice, we're almost there! I know it!" He shook his head, rummaging around in his adventure pouch then withdrawing a large clear glass bottle of water, unstopping it and pouring it over the fairy.
The fairy remained unconscious and fairly limp in his hand. Her head lolled, her arms splayed.
"Right, then." Link said to himself, slipping the fairy into his Ruppee pouch, which was sadly empty.
He set off down the tunnel more, holding his sword out in front of him again.
Finally, he reached a wide open room, just as dingy as the tunnels, however.
It was empty. The room was circular and tall, long dead undergrowth climbing up the walls and crawling along the floor.
The silence unnerved Link. In his experience, a room this big was almost always the territory of something which certainly didn't want anything that entered to exit alive.
He neared the centre of the room, taking care in every step, his eyes darting about, eyeing the different features of the chamber cautiously.
"Please don't creep up on me, pleeeaase." He muttered to himself.
A drop of slime fell into a puddle near the the entrance which he had just come through, and he jumped at the echoing sound. Gathering himself together again, he continued forwards.
"So you're looking for a sword?" Link yelled in shock at the voice which suddenly came to him and dropped his sword on his foot. He screamed in agony and fell backwards onto the sodden floor, holding his foot. Blood was blooming over his boot from a wound which stretched over the joint to his big toe.
The rasping voice chuckled, "I don't even need to touch you to hurt you! You just do it yourself!" He sounded wounded, as if he had been gripped by a wasting disease.
Link held his breath, trying to calm himself down.
He pushed himself into a sitting position and stared at the thing which was stood a few metres away from him, right in the centre of the room.
It was a humanoid, but it looked like it's body was made out of pure, solid metal. His body was a deep, crimson reddish-brown. His eyes were hollow and pure white, his plastic-looking white hair covering one of his eyes. He had a massive red crystal embedded in his chest. It was glowing and was cracked as if it had been impaled with a sword. Simple white markings decorated his body, which was chipped and malnourished and as slimy as the dungeon in which he resided in.
"Who are you?" Link gasped.
"Ghirahim. Once a demon lord." His eyes flickered with a little regret. "Once, a Demon King's powerful sword. Now a sword which is barely more than a dagger."
Link's eyes darted to the diamond on his chest as gasped. That jewel was a bigger version of the one on the Kokiri sword's hilt.
This being WAS the Kokiri Sword!