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Dark Link Fan Fic Chapter 3 |
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Chapter 3: Strange Behavior
He heard someone's surprised gasp followed by splashing footsteps. with fuzzy vision, he could just make out the face of a young woman kneeling over him, examining him.
"hmmm, this is no good....i can't tell if he's awake" she said. she elevated his head and asked gently, ": can you hear me? are you ok? what do i do...?"
this confused him greatly, but he came here for a reason! he wasn't going to fail!!!!...even if that meant pleading for his life from a alight being....
he ground his teeth and said weakly, " please...i can't fail again..."
his breathing became ragged and irregular.
the girl looked frightened and confused.
how i have fallen, he thought dejectedly.
" i'll get help, just please, hang on!!!" she said.
the real problem, he though, is Ordona. she'd kill him the moment he was alone. but she didn't, she never came. and he just laid there weakly, expecting her too.
perhaps that girl was never coming back too. maybe she'd be too late. maybe she was getting help to KILL him instead. he thought miserably now that he'd never redeem himself. he never had a chance. he wanted to restore his power, his rage, his darkness! but no he lay dying in a spring because the goddesses are a pack of idiots!!!
his thoughts clouded and everything became a blur really. but eh felt himself lifted from the pool on to a wooden contraption. a rack, he thought! a few voices were heard, one was pleading, others angry. over his being a shadow no doubt. the phrases " beast", " shadow scum" and " enemy" were thrown around quite a lot.
Dark Link struggled to find his voice.
" you automatically....assume things like that because of my complexion. you light beings...think you're right, and can judge...right and wrong..you MAKE us evil." he said faintly, but angrily. the simple act of speaking sapped his strength. but those imbeciles were going to argue him to death wasting time.
he finally succumbed to the pain. he was unconscious for the winning argument. the villagers dragged him back and began to search him for weapons and put him in shackles as a precaution. purely understandable as he was still after Link and all.
his sticky, black, blood soaked through many cloths and covered a table that they laid him out on, in a small hut for such purposes. two women were fussing about to maintain him.
" i don't understand why we are helping him. he's a bloody shadow an that should be reason enough to destroy him!" one complained.
"perhaps, but he seems to...feel." said a softer voice.
" feel?! he destroys an kills, and the only thing he feels is pleasure!!!"
" maybe you judge him to harshly."
"you judge him to lightly, uli"
lightly, ha!
" not much we can do for him now, except wait for Illia and Link to return from that shaman."
the two women left as quickly as possible and bathed in the spring, lest they catch some kind of shadow infection!
He was sprawled limp, chained and bloody. his breathing was stabilized and he was beginning to wake.he treid to shift, but his left arm caused him too much trouble. he gave up and examined the chains. they were of simple metal that he could normally destroy without a second thought. but now..." this is pathetic." he mumbled unhappy. the strongest shadow was brought to his knees and needed rescued. all in the span of 30 minutes!
but he had a wonderful idea. he thought he heard someone mention Link. if link had the master sword, then he had a chance at redemption. let these self-righteous fools heal him. he'd repay them whole-heartedly. he had hidden the sword of shadow in-you guessed- the master sword's shadow.
because everything has a shadow, and that's what counts.
 kazuka78 · Tue May 12, 2009 @ 02:57am · 0 Comments |
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