Author's Note
Things are picking up from here. Plot is happening...
Although, plot has technically been happening this whole time...
I'm rambling again.
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06/28/2023
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Chapter 13
Raiding the Yiga Hideout act 2/The power of many embodied in one
Rated-M
M rating for Romance, and things of explicit nature, and blood and death.
Music of the day
The Legend of Zelda Skyward Sword - Koloktos battle theme
He stumbled backwards, the blade that was meant for his throat tearing out a slice from his cheek. He struggled to regain his bearings, suddenly pounced upon by a small group of tall and muscular assassins, all wielding large katanas.
He was quick to escape the cage he'd been in, lest he get trapped inside. But he'd narrowly made it out before a blade came down across his backside, slashing his armor. He leapt away, trying to put some distance between him and his ruthless attackers.
"Die Hero! Bow before the might of the Yiga!"
"Take his head! Our Lord demands death to all intruders!"
"Maybe we'll have some fun with him before we put him out of his misery!"
Link ducked the sword slash that came flying for his head, and pushed forward in the offensive, drawing his sword with lightning speed, cutting the first of the mighty swordsmen down to the ground.
With his death came two more soldiers, their blades glinting in the dimly lit halls.
He swung his arm out with good timing, parrying the blade that came for his chest, before he cut that assassin down too.
"Die die die!"
"Do not allow him to reach our treasure!"
"His presence here defiles the will of our Lord! She demands his death!"
More and more came piling in, all wielding vicious sickles and terrible weapons.
For every assassin he felled, he suffered another wound.
And they were rapidly piling up.
He broke through their lines, leaving a pile behind him. He wasn't going to retreat, he was not going to fall back now.
He was here for one thing, and he wasn't leaving until he reached it!
He rounded a corner, cutting down a Yiga he caught by surprise.
However, a bloody cough escaped his lips as a bomb exploded onto his backside, sending him flying across the room. He tumbled and rolled painfully, yet carrying his momentum he kicked up off the ground back to his feet, sliding to a stop in a corner of the darkly lit dungeon.
Another bomb arrow came from the shadows, but he was quick to block it, even when it nearly threw him into the wall behind him.
He stood his ground, snarling as more bombs came flying for him, riddling his shield.
He knew that it wouldn't survive this war of explosives much longer, and he knew he needed to keep moving if he was to get out alive. Yet before he could he was cornered, his way out blocked by four sickle wielding Yiga.
"We've got you now Hero! This is where you die!" One giggled madly, swinging his weapon around tauntingly.
Link caught his breath, eyes scanning the darkness of the room he found himself in. Indeed they did have him cornered, and pushing straight through would be foolish on his part.
However, the room was tall, the walls going thirty feet up.
His gaze tightened as they rushed him. He bent down low, sword arm backwards, shield up front to protect him.
He gathered himself, getting his breathing under control, focusing his energy into his form. They laughed and cackled as they rushed him, intending on cutting him down.
Once they were close enough, he exploded with a special technique, spinning around rapidly. The spin attack sent a wave of energy outwards, throwing them all off of their feet, or outright ending the one's closest to him.
The second they were propelled backwards he rushed to the walls, using his momentum to temporarily run along the wall and over them, effectively escaping the corner he'd been stuck in.
He ran through the base, tearing a path through the lesser Yiga foot soldiers that opposed him.
Then he finally found what appeared to be a throne room, blocked by three of the major soldiers.
They were far more serious than their companions, waiting patiently for his arrival to potentially stop him once and for all.
They all drew their blades, the vicious weapons glinting in the candle light.
"You will go no further. You will fall here, Hero. Die, and let our great god return once more! Our Lord demands your head!" The one in the center roared, before rushing at him.
Link stumbled backward, his vision blurred in the darkness of the dungeon. Yet he gathered himself, steeled his will, and focused on the battle at hand.
He parried the first attack, thrusting his blade forward to attempt to take the first knight down, an attack that the Yiga couldn't dodge. With little time to respond the second Yiga knight came in from behind the first, using the blind spot to assault him.
Link coughed in pain as the tip of the katana punctured his chest just underneath his metal chest plate, before he leapt backwards to avoid being skewered entirely. He hit the ground, finding it increasingly difficult to continue to get back up to his feet.
With one of the three down, the other two began to play defensively, stepping back to put some distance between them.
Link huffed in exhaustion, everything leading up to that very moment finally catching up with him. He had to restrain the urge to grab his chest, the multiple stab wounds and close calls from the sickles the Yiga used in mass finally catching up with him.
Blood leaked from his lips and multiple places beneath his armor, a head wound from the bomb he'd taken left his otherwise blond ponytail stained with his own blood.
Yet, despite that damage, he still stood before the forces of evil that dared to stand in his path, even though he felt as if his body was on the verge of giving out, and he found it nearly impossible to stand up and continue fighting…
"No…" He muttered underneath his breath, a growl escaping from his throat. "I'm not going to fall here…" He grunted, eyes down.
"Give it up Hero! You're finished!" The first knight taunted, yet still seemed far too wary to approach the downed Hero.
"You really thought you could raid our base and fight an army on your own and win? No wonder your kingdom fell so easily." The other mocked bitterly, raising his blade. "It would please our great Lord if you simply laid down and died. If you won't do that on your own, I'll gladly take pleasure in doing it for you!"
Link huffed, eyes closed tightly as he tried to call upon any of his remaining strength.
But he was out, his mortal body hanging on by a breath.
On his own, he couldn't fight an entire army without the Blade of Evil's Bane. Without the sacred gear blessed by the goddess, he was just a mortal that was far more skilled than his opponents.
But that would only get him so far…
And he feared that this was a far as he was going to go on that power.
But, as the Yiga knights approached him with blades drawn to end his life, he found himself drawing on a different power, one hidden deep within his soul.
It was a power he'd rapidly been growing, a flame of strength he'd been fanning over and over somehow. And that flame had finally grown large enough that when it came time to call upon it, it responded loudly.
Where once his soul held the spirit of one mortal, one man, that spirit had seemingly been reinforced. His spirit had grown, empowered by some many outside forces all at once, yet that power came from inside of him, something he'd already had within him only dormant.
And when he was forced to call on his spirit to continue the fight when his body stood on the verge of collapse, his spirit was empowered by this warm and powerful force.
And his spirit evolved! Without his knowledge, a symbol appeared on his hand, glowing in a bright and golden light.
One moment he felt as if he was seconds away from being beheaded, the next he felt a surge of immense power swelling within his chest, searching for a way out.
The sudden burst of power threw the knights back, stunning them.
They were forced to watch as the Hero they'd pushed to his knees suddenly underwent a transformation, his long golden locks growing longer, more vibrant.
Within seconds, two curved horns that strikingly resembled the ancient sky dragon of power sprouted from his forehead, curling up and backwards over his head, glowing a dull gray, as if the transformation was only partially completed.
Then he opened his eyes, those striking blue orbs remained the same. Yet now, behind them a burning and vibrant fire could be seen bubbling just below the surface.
Even now, as his body stood on the verge of defeat, a newfound and warm power exploded from the depths of his soul. He opened his mouth, a puff of flame coming out as he exhaled, his canines having grown into fangs akin to a dragon.
"W-What is this! Our Lord has not told us of such an important event! You cannot contain such a power!"
"Oh Lord, please aid us now! This mortal tampers with a new power!"
However, completely ignoring them both, Link stood, feeling rejuvenated, yet still teetering on the verge of collapse.
He growled lowly as his hand clenched the handle of his battered blade tightly, urging himself to his feet. He refused to fall here and now!
He was done playing around, this time he was going to finish this quickly, get the helmet, then make his escape.
"Forget this! He is still weak, we do not need the help of our Lord!" The knight snarled, grasping his blade as he rushed forward to behead the transformed Hero.
However, he was not expecting Link to throw his broken battered shield, the ruined slab of metal slamming into his face. The distraction was enough that he couldn't dodge nor block the blade that came for his chest, him too falling to the Hero.
Without a second to wait, Link spun, and tossed his blade right into the stunned third knight.
Then all was quiet, the dungeon falling into an eerie silence.
He huffed loudly, his legs threatening to give out underneath him. His sudden and seemingly unexplained transformation was a welcome assistance, but it had come nearly far too late to be of use.
He felt like he didn't even have the strength to lift a shield anymore, the weight of his armor nearly too much to even stand.
And yet, despite his grievous wounds, he stood victorious over the Yiga.
Knowing that something bad could happen should he falter now, he made his way through the rest of the hideout, quickly finding the item he had been looking for. In a strangely empty throne room lay the Thunder Helmet, sitting atop a pedestal, as if it was an offering to him for having defeated the clan.
He grabbed the item, careful so as not to damage it and upset Riju, he quickly made his way out.
He grabbed his sword from where it had landed, taking note of its rough condition. His shield, otherwise, was in need of replacement, but would still serve him for a bit longer.
As he stumbled out of the hideout, passing by the halls stained with blood, he was far too exhausted to even take note of the missing bodies.
Breathing labored, and body dangerously exhausted, he stopped to catch his breath. Bending over, hands on his knees to support himself, he found his eyes drawn to his reflection within the shine of his blade.
That's when he noticed the horn that had grown out from the left side his head, leaving the other side the same.
He'd ignored the strange power surge earlier, but now that he was alone, he found himself more than a little perplexed.
In his exhaustion, he found himself recalling the words of the Great Fairy. She'd spoken of some sort of hidden power within him, a power that he'd been cultivating and nurturing seemingly without his knowledge.
"This must've… been what she was… talking about…" He muttered to himself, eyes half lidded.
He shook his head, deciding to look into it later. It was power, power that would help him defeat this Calamity, so he supposed that he'd make use of it while he had it.
With a moment to spare, he procured a red potion, his only potion, from his bag to drink to sooth his wounds and rejuvenate him to some degree. It would prove very useful, but he still needed to rest after he escaped.
He was close now, having returned to the strange room that seemed to be used for some sort of ritual. He went to scale the steps and make his escape, but something stopped him.
He froze in the center of the room, gazing curiously and warily at the figure that stood before him, cloaked in a red high collared robe. They had their back turned, yet he knew that his presence was detected.
"My my, look who it is. I thought this foolish tribe I've gathered would have tossed and torn you apart, yet here you are. Not in pieces, but instead brimming with vitality." The distinctly feminine voice uttered, voice dripping with barely concealed rage.
"I've spent so long gathering these misguided mortals to do my bidding, collecting power, securing any chance that this land had at a future. The last key to preventing this kingdoms survival lay within that helmet they stole… And yet, here you stand, my minions cut down, and that helmet now in your possession." She said lowly, laughing a deep bitter chuckle that echoed out through the bloody halls.
Then she sighed, shaking her head. "Oh, but listen to me. I'm being positively uncivil. Allow me to introduce myself…" She said simply, turning around to finally face Link.
"I am the Demon Queen that once presided over this land, this cursed kingdom of Hyrule. I have long since yearned for this moment, where I can finally fulfill my greatest desires. I go by many names, but, in truth, I very much prefer to be indulged with my full title, Queen Ghirahim. But I'm not fussy…"
Link's eyes widened when he took in the woman, if that's truly what she was, standing before him. She was sleek yet voluptuous, covered in a white leotard with diamond shaped cutouts that pained a very revealing image. Long white hair cascaded down her back, large blue diamond-like earrings jiggling lightly from her long pointed ears. Her body was tinted gray like the clouds of a storm, only purple eyeliner serving to break up the color.
But her eyes, they were as black as the night, merciless and cruel. No mercy, love, or empathy was found within them. Only a singleminded self serving darkness, a will that served one purpose, to selfishly please herself entirely at the expense of anyone else around her.
He found her presence absolutely revolting, the evil aura radiating off of her making his stomach sick.
"Foolish mortal, do you really understand what you've done?" She asked lowly, tone barely hiding the fury bubbling beneath the surface. "I've spent years planning for this moment, waiting for my Hero to arrive and finally fulfill my deepest desires." She moaned with cruel excitement, cheeks warming a dark black that made his skin crawl. She giggled lowly, images and unspeakable dreams filling her head.
"I've laid tests for him, trials that only the one who would be mine could be able to pass through alive. Yet, before I could set the last of my stages for him, you stepped in and ruined it all." She explained lowly, that elegance quickly vanishing from her tone. "Don't you feel the least bit responsible for your actions against me?" She asked, eyes widening as a cold fury filled her very being. She started pacing around the room, eyes studying him like he was some kind of lowly insect that wasn't even worthy of her time of day.
"Do you have any idea how this has made me feel inside?" She asked lowly, looking as if she were on the verge of exploding with an unholy rage. "Furious! Outraged! Sick with anger!" She snarled, vanishing in a blink, only shadows of darkness remaining where she once stood.
Link spun around, looking for where she went. His ears twitched and strained to pick up anything, only to freeze when she appeared behind him, pressing her chest into his backside, her lips hovering an inch from his ear.
"This turn of events has left me with a strong appetite for bloodshed. Still, it hardly seems fair, being of my position to take all of my anger out on you. So I will promise up front not to kill you, but instead beat you within an inch of your life!" She laughed mockingly, raising a white gloved hand to her lips as he leapt away, sword bared to defend himself.
He stared at her, the strangest sense of Déjà vu randomly flashing through his mind. That and the concussion from taking a bomb arrow to the back, alongside the other bombs...
She snapped her fingers, a dark black blade appearing from thin air, right in her hands. "Now then, you foul little mortal, prepare yourself, and make an amusing show for me." She snarled, flicking her wrist, a wave of darkness flashing towards him. "I will not allow you to violate my wondrous plans of love again! You will beg for mercy, but I won't give it!" She exclaimed, lunging forward with her blade...
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