Chapter 6
Operation: Fire
Phoenix Fire Temple (Inside Mt. Cavora)
7-27-15
12:00 A.M.
It's taken us a lot more than two weeks to get near the Ice ? Well, Cragger wanted us to fight Ice with Fire, so he took us to Mt. Cavora, where the Phoenix Tribe lives. There, We greeted the leader of the Phoenix, Fluminox. The bird wanted to prove our worthiness to have Fire Chi, so he had us go through some tests. One was you had to jump from ledge to ledge while trying not to fall on a pit of burning fire. The second one was paddling a wooden raft across a lake of lava, while the Legendbeasts rocked the raft with their cries. Not fun. But we lived, and we can use Fire Chi now, so that's a bonus of coming here. When we get back to Hogwarts, I'm thinking of surprising Tom with it. Now, we are leaving the Fire Temple to take on Fangar.
"I wish all of you a safe journey on your quest to save your friends from Sir Fangar." Fluminox is standing by the entrance of the Fire Temple via Mt. Cavora's waterfalls. We've stayed here exactly a week, and are now ready to take off. Feeling almost unstoppable, I turn to Laval and Cragger. "Well? Shall we shall stay or fly?" Both of them answer simultaneously. "Fly." I nod and turn back to Fluminox. "Will you join us?" To my surprise, the Phoenix King nods. "Yes. But I wouldn't be heading off into unknown danger alone." He steps off to the side and I can see five people standing together. "Link, meet Flinx, my son, Foltrax, my close friend and navigator, Tormak, just one of my guards, and Li'ella, Tormak's adopted daughter." Fluminox turns back to me. "They will be joining me. I do not offer this often, but would you like to join us in the Phoenix Flyer?" "That I would. Lead the way, Fluminox." A few minutes later, both ships are in the sky, and we're off in the direction of Sir Fangar's Ice Palace.
Hunter's Hideout (Sir Fangar's Ice Palace)
8/3/15
12:00 A.M.
A lone white panther rushes up the Icy steps of his Lord's palace. After a few wrong turns and lots of frantic cursing and muttering, he arrives in the Throne Room. Seated on a throne made of ice and furs from his long-dead foes is the fearsome Sir Fangar! The panther slowly approaches his King. "M-my Lord...they are coming...what are your orders?" As he says these words, the yet un-named panther quickly shoots his gaze from the floor beneath his feet up to his leader's face, then back down again. "Stealthor." Sir Fangar's voice rings around the massive Ice Cavern. The tone in his leader's voice make Stealthor cautiously raise his furry head. "Yes, my Lord?" Sir Fangar almost seems amused. "If they are indeed coming, as you say they are, then let them come. For they only want what I've taken from them…" The Supreme Overlord of the Ice Tribes lifts his icy blue-eyed stare to another part of the Throne Room, where behind a cleverly placed curtain, frozen in ice, stand the other Tribe's members and leaders. Not to mention four other Tribe members not of any tribe, but seem to be mixed. Could they be friends? Sir Fangar dwells on this, all the while staring at the Trophy Room, as he has begun to call it. Slightly amused, the Snow Panther King lets his gaze drift back to his General, Stealthor. "Let them come." His voice seems to growl with happiness. "We have the advantage here. We know the fortress like the back of our claws. They do not. Let us play with them for a while. Then, we strike!" With this, Fangar reaches behind him and throws a dagger against a target. The target is a crudely drawn map of Chima. All the while, Sir Fangar laughs madly, in between breaths he speaks again. "Stealthor, fetch Strainor and Mungus. Fetch anyone you can find. We march on the Lion Temple tonight!" As Stealthor runs from the Throne Room, Sir Fangar's roars of laughter shake loose snow from the roof of the cavern. "Tonight, we are fearful of them. Tomorrow, they shall be fearful of ME!"
On Route to the Hunter's Hideout
3:00 A.M.
"Do any of you get the feeling of being watched?" "Yes. But from what, I cannot say." Cragger's Commandship makes a hard right turn in front of us and begins to move down towards the snowy hill in front of us. The Phoenix Flyer follows suit.
A few minutes later, both ships are landed, and all of us are gathered together on top of the hill, which overlooks a massive complex of ice and snow. "So that's the Hunter's Hideout? It looks smaller than Hyrule Castle." I step forwards, a few paces away from the others, when something hits me, and without a sound, I fall forwards. Away from my friends and the Phoenix tribe. I land in the snow, and from far away, I can hear voices. "Mungus hit the Lion now?" A sigh. "No. Strainor, go and capture the others. Half of you go with him. The rest, help me take this one back to Sir Fangar. I think he'll be pleased to have a Knight of his soon-to-be-wife's army." Then there's nothing.
Overlook Hill
4:00 A.M.
"Link?" Hearing no answer, I walk over to the ledge where I last saw the golden-maned Lion. Looking over the edge, I can see nothing but whiteness. That's odd. Where did he go? I'm about to call Link's name again when I hear shouts of anger from behind me. I spin around to see a panther looming right in front of me. "You must be that wolf that Sir Fangar wishes to talk to." I notice the panther is holding something in his left paw. He then begins to raise the object and I begin to back away, only to find my back touch a wall of fur. I glance up. The wall of fur belongs to a gigantic wooly mammoth. "Heh, Hehe, Mungus hit wolf, Stealthor?" Stealthor smiles, in that cold way like-no-one-is-going-to-hear-you-scream kind of cold smile. The snow panther takes the object in both hands, hoists it over his head, and says this. "When you wake up, you'll be in Sir Fangar's Ice Palace. Mungus, you can hit her now." And the same time as Mungus hits me with a huge club he is holding, Stealthor hits me with the object he's holding. The darkness is instant.
The Throne Room (Sir Fangar's Ice Palace)
Sometime later
….Ow...pain...lots of it...ow...are headaches supposed to hurt this much...where am I...hmm...it's cold...not just the air but what I'm lying on...ice…! Wait a sec...ice...oh no. No. Great; the one place that I don't want to be, I'm at- Fangar's Ice Palace...Hey, look at the bright side-at least I'm in here. A panther face appears above mine. Seeing that I'm awake, he lifts his head and calls to someone. "He's awake!" "Oh, is he?" Someone pulls me up and still feeling dizzy, I sway in place for a few seconds. Then someone forcely puts their paw on my shoulders and turns me to face another snow panther. This one appears to be well dressed. "You are in my Ice Palace. The only reason that you are not frozen in ice and in my Trophy Room is because I wish to speak with you. What is your name, Lion?" "Your Trophy Room? How many people do you have in there, panther?" I break free of my captor and as I do so, I spot a familiar object hanging on the wall. These guys are plain idiots. I race over and with one fluid motion, I grab the sword from the wall, throw the sheathe over my back, step forwards, and, to the amazement of the snow creatures around me, unsheathe the blade of my ancestors. It literally sings as it comes out of the scabbard and as I swing it a few times, the very air shimmers. I then point the tip of the blade at the panther that stands before me. "Sir Fangar, meet the Master Sword." Sir Fangar steps back a few feet. I'm not done. "My name is Link Forester, Knight in Training for the Hyrulean Army. I have come for the Princess, and you shall give her to me. Now." The panther actually laughs at me. "Very good, Link, very good. You wish to see your Princess again? Well, you can't have her, for she and I are to be married later today. Fight me if you want, but your friends are locked away. You are alone. So, what are you going to do about this?" "What am I going to do about it?" The blade in my hands begins to shine with an unnatural brightness. "I'm not going to do anything." I raise the Master Sword. "My sword is." Then I charge forwards.
Sir Fangar takes out a sword of his own and begins to fight the Lion who wields the shimmering blade. "Try and best me! I am the sword-master!" "Not for long!" The Lion shouts back in his face. The sound of steel clashing with steel awakens the rest of the captured Tribe members . They can only look at each other through the wall of ice that each one is imprisoned in. All around them are the mising Tribe leaders and members. The captured Tribe members can only look at each other with fear and dread, for they do not know when they will escape from their icy prison. Except for one.
I really don't have much of a choice. I've been staring at the ice beneath my paws for at least an hour. Why? I'll make it brief-while we can't move, we meaning everyone that is trapped in ice, time passes around us. And while time passes around us, our minds are still awake. Which means...that we could die of starvation or thirst while being encased in ice. Also, with that in mind, what you put into your system, must come out, to be putting it lightly. That's where my problem comes in.
This is agony...what do you even do in a situation like this? If only I was outside of this ice...ice...that's it! Warm liquids melt snow and ice! This goes against what i've been taught, but if I want to free myself, I'm going to have to do this….
...Well. I'm free. At least my clothing is already wet from the ice...I force my thoughts away from what just happened and step away from the remains of my ice prison, towards an ornately carved ice door, from which hangs a huge, blue curtain. From behind this curtain, I can hear sounds of steel hitting steel. What is going on out there? Then I hear a familiar voice. "Is that all you got, panther? I'm not done yet!" Link? I lift the curtain up over my head and walk forwards.
"Seems to me like you aren't as good as you thought, panther." Sir Fangar glares up at me from the floor and snarls at me. "Don't call me that!" "I already did. By the way, thanks for dueling me. I had fun. Now...where are…" Movement by a blue curtain makes me turn from Fangar and as I stand there, a wolf steps out from behind the curtain.
I don't remember running over to the wolf. I don't remember sheathing my sword and hugging the wolf, and I certainly don't remember Sir Fangar and a number of his panther and mammoth and polar bear minions surrounding us. What I do remember though, is the wolf spinning me around to face Sir Fangar, and suddenly I feel lighter.
Please let this work, I don't want to die today. In one swift motion, I spin Link around, reach up and grasp the hilt of the Master Sword in my paws, then I pull upwards.
The blade sings as it is taken out of its scabbard and I lower it, point down to the floor. I then lift my head to gaze at the snow panther. "I also am good at swordfighting. Why don't you just go and hide, cat." I then raise the Blade of Evil's Bane at the now fuming cat and charge at him.