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I glare at him and he pretends not to notice. He stops in front of me and squats down on his knees. “Someone has some attitude today.” I can't help but let out a snicker. I'm the one who has attitude?! Oh the irony of it all. “You know Link you really should respect your superiors.” I can't contain my rage anymore, it needs to be released. Since my hands and feet are tied I do the only thing I can. I spit at him. The second before my saliva collides with his face he puts one of his stupid diamond barriers up. He laughs at my futile attempts to annoy him. Any other time any attempt on my behalf to harm him or annoy h

“Link!!!” She runs over and roughly lands on the ground beside me. She tightly wraps her arms around me and I can't help to not cry out as pain courses through my veins. Upon hearing my discomfort she quickly let's go. “Sorry Link. I guess I'm just excited to see you again.” Her light blue eyes stare into mine and I see something foreign flash in them. Pain. I can't tell if it's for me or it's her own and for some reason this deeply bothers me. Before I can contemplate it anymore she pulls me from my thoughts by gently placing a hand on my check. I struggle but manage to lift up my own shaky hand an lay it over hers.

This is not how I pictured death. I imagined it as being peaceful and happy. A time to reflect on my accomplishments. It never crossed my mind that it would be like this. I'm in a room that has the ceiling hundreds of feet above my head. I never thought death would be a room. I thought more of an open space that was never ending. The only thing similar to what I pictured is the colour. The room and ceiling are blue. It seems almost symbolic. We were born high in the sky, and now I rest in a blue room that is has a high, almost seeming endless, ceiling. However it never crossed my mind that I might be restrained. Quite literally, to a ladder.

He back flips out of the way just in time and then mirrors my actions. I too back flip and manage to avoid a hit. Fighting him is much harder without a shield as that is the easiest way to land a hit on him. He sends five of his black diamond daggers at me and I realize that because of no shield I have to dodge instead of hitting them back at him. I manage to avoid four of them but the fifth one manages to clip my left shoulder. I pretend not to notice but he of course does. He snaps his fingers and disappears and I turn around ready to land a few blows. However he doesn’t appear. I realize my mistake to late and feel two hands seize t

Once back to the sealed temple I place the boy on the ground, though a little rougher than necessary. “Impa be gentle! He doesn't need more injures.” “Your Grace, he isn't breathing. He hasn't been since I found him. I think it's too late.” “I have to try. He's already done so much for me. For us. For everyone.” I sigh, frustrated by her persistence. Yet I also admire her for it. “I shall leave you alone then.” She nods in agreement with me taking my leave. I bow and leave her to waste her time and her energy. What does she see in him anyway? Ever since I first met up with her she was also

I stand up and carry his lifeless body to my chambers. I gently set him down and pull the cover over him. I hope that somehow due to some freak occurrence he will pull through. I quietly shut the door behind me. This is all my fault. If I hadn't of captured him. If I hadn't of tortured him. If I had left Master in charge of his healing. If I hadn't of argued with Master in front of him he wouldn't have had a chance to escape. If my stupid moronic minions could listen to a simple instruction of not hurting the boy he would be fine. If, if, if. ~ ~ ~ After trying, and might I add failing miserably, to sleep I decide to go and check on the s

I hear voices but they are far away and seem to be talking in a foreign language. The world around me is white yet blurry. I feel nothing; no pain, no fear and for the first time in my life I feel truly happy. However to my dislike, the once white area darkens in colour until it is as dark as the midnight sky. Then nothing. ~ ~ ~ As gently as I can I remove the arrow from Link's mutilated body. The arrow itself is covered in blood. The wound whoever seems to slowly stop it's profound bleeding. Maybe he simply has no more blood to lose. His already pathetic breathes get even shallower. I conjure up one of his strange potion like things and s

Vulnerable. That is how I feel. I heard there whole conversation regarding me. Now I'm just even more confused. What happened to me? Where am I? Suddenly the door creaks open. I attempt to slow my breathing and appear to be sleeping but whoever comes in quickly sees through my act. “I know you are awake child.” I don't acknowledge him and he let's out a deep sigh. He begins to walk over and the whole room shakes in time with his footsteps. “I brought you some food.” The sheets on the bed get displaced and I panic. I rip the sheets off of me and clumsily fall from the high bed. Still panicking I heave myself to my f

The castle seems quiet. Almost too quiet. Not wanting to attract any more attention  I practically run down the hall on my tip toes. Quite a sight to behold. My focus at the moment is nothing but escape. How I am going to accomplish this I have no idea, but I have to try. For Zelda's sake. Foot steps awaken me from my thoughts. I lay up against the wall, trying to hide in the shadows, willing the person to go away. Of course they do no such thing. A Bokoblin rounds a nearby corner but continues to be oblivious to my presence. With the grace of a remlit I leap from the shadows and wrap the rope tightly around the creatures neck. His screeches

Eavesdropping and staying still and quiet is a lot of work for my exhausted body. Before I can even reply to Ghira-something my weakened body is overtaken by sleep. ~ ~ ~ Since my goal when I took the obnoxious Skychild to the lake was to break him I guess you could say that I was somewhat successful. However I might have slightly over done it. After doing some interesting CPR I brought him back to my mansion to see what his problem was. Honestly the child was so greedy some times! I was even kind enough to do CPR on him but no that wasn't enough for his high standards. I walk down the hallway with his limp body swaying in my hands. ~ ~ ~