02-14-2014, 10:05 AM
Possessor of the Triforce of Courage he may have been once, but Link was too scared to read beyond his chapter. There was something ... final about knowing his future. Seeing his past written down in ink was eerie enough. Whatever surprises awaited him would be left exactly that. But he chose to read backwards and see his ancestors, starting at the first Hero, the first Zelda, and the first Ganon. Apparently, the essences of these three triumvirates transcended their time and were responsible for the continuation of the eternal battle. Link still remembered with great clarity the other 'Links' he saw, past and future, and reading about the Hero of Legend helped to join the dots.
I am of the spirit of the Hero, the Link to past, present and future.
He closed the book with a thick clap. It was enough to know for now. He needed to process what he read before he took in anything else. Link stood from the table, leaving the gilded pages behind. He touched his belt on either hip, feeling for the new Clawshots he spun from Omnilium earlier. After reading about the Hero of Legend's arsenal, he thought the dual Clawshots were more versatile than his old Hookshot. Surprisingly enough, they came to life rather easily; he wasn't sure he could get a good mental image of them, but there they were. It was like he knew what they were all along and just needed a prompt.
Magus, Link remembered. Where had he gone? Hopefully he found some information about contacting Omni, but he was nowhere to be seen. Not alarming; the endless room was filled with soldiers of bookcases. To have a hope of finding someone in here without some magical device, he'd have to climb on top of the bookcases and look from there. Since Link got caught up in his own history, he'd completely forgotten about looking for Omni information.
As Link started in a random direction, unaware of his path, a faint roar played on the edge of his hearing.
He stopped and strained his pointed ears. Again, almost imperceptible, a feral rumble echoed from outside. What was that sound? He walked towards what he thought was the entrance of the library, and the roar strengthened. Faster he moved, bookcase after bookcase blurring past him until he broke into a sprint. Voices 'shhh'ed the clanking of his weapons, but he paid them no mind. That sound sent molten rivulets through his body, tingling from head to toe. It was so familiar.
Without realising it, Link was standing outside in the secret alleyway that lead to the library. He turned back and saw the stone camouflage of the door. A stray thought dwelled on Magus, but it was squashed the moment the roar returned. Louder and fiercer than before, the source of the sound was moving. Not too far away, but possibly ... airborne? Perhaps multiple creatures? It was hard to discern without further investigation.
Link spilled into Dalaran's streets, weaving between the townsfolk. Most people ignored him, yet some stopped and looked around uncertainly when the beast, or beasts, bellowed. Despite the thick swell of the crowd, Link made it back to his pegasus in short time. He swallowed and mounted the winged horse, hitting the reins with more force than he intended. The pegasus reared, almost throwing the Hylian from his saddle, but he hung on. Its powerful legs stampeded over the ground, and mighty wings unfurled straight as arrows. The pegasus leaped from the edge of Dalaran, and for a moment Link was suspended above a terminal drop. Then a gust of wind washed over the winged horse and they glided seamlessly into the blue.
Wheeling through the air, Link focused through the rushing wind over his ears for the sound. He didn't wait long. Another chilling roar reached his ears, much clearer this time. Link knew where the creature was. Yet more terrifying, birthing a squelching growth in his stomach, was that he knew what the creature was.
A dragon. There could be no mistaking it. Link never forgot the sound of Volvagia, and the progenitor of that monstrous bellow was of it's kin. Then a chilling possibility hit him. Was it Volvagia? He'd seen living creatures summoned by Omnilium; had Ganondorf sculpted the serpentine horror in his absence? Maybe. He had to be ready for anything. This world was not a predictable one.
Another roared pealed through the sky. Bracing himself for the worst, Link steered his flying steed towards the source of the sound.
The Hylian warrior touched down a short distance from where he approximated the dragon was. Leaving his steed near a clump of trees, Link headed forward. A small village was up ahead. He couldn't see any fire or smoke, but the heavy beating of leathery wings signaled that the dragon was definitely nearby. He jumped over a rock and hurried across a rickety bridge over a stream. A scream sounded from the village, and Link ran harder. Soon more startled and scared voices followed. An ink black shadow washed over the village. The primal roar boomed overhead. Link unsheathed the Master Sword and slipped his Hylian Shield over his right forearm. A quick glance upwards confirmed that the beast was here.
The dragon swooped over the village, low enough to see plainly. A stream of fire lanced from its open maw, striking one of the modest houses and setting it alight. People were shrieking and running in a confusing array of directions; some ran back to their homes, others sought to flee the besieged village, while the brave and stupid stockpiled meager farming equipment to repel the monster. Link saw a young boy running with his mother, who held a newborn child in rigid arms. The boy tripped, hit the ground and cried. The mother stopped, hopping from one foot to another as if deciding whether to save her baby or risk both of them for her son. Link saw the stomach churning, wide eyed fear in her eyes as she ran back to her son and forced him to his feet. Still crying, the boy bounded and struggled to keep up with the long strides of his mother, knees bleeding.
The dragon's taloned feet slammed atop a roof, splintering the wood like it was glass. It was a different species altogether from Volvagia; at least in that Link found some comfort. Ganondorf unlikely brought this abomination into the world. The closest approximation Link could make was that of a Lizalfos with grey scales and massive leathery flaps of skin, joined from the wrists to its back, that made wings. An assortment of brown and grey circles imprinted into the wings like a moth, but Link could hardly imagine a situation where this scaled fiend required camouflage.
It's slitted eyes found the mother fleeing with her children. Another window shaking shriek consumed the village. It opened its mouth and yellowy red light swirled against its cheeks. Link's legs were pumping fervently. He finally made it into the village, but the jet of flame gurgling in the dragon's throat would char another victim before he could get there in time. The dragon drew its head back, heat waves warping the horizon in the distance, and a plethora of red and orange fingers launched forward. The mother screamed with such terror that goosebumps lined Link's spine.
There's no time! Link couldn't get there in time; he was just too far away. One reckless idea sprung into his mind, and instantly he knew it was the mother's only chance. He resheathed his blade and plucked one of his Clawshots from his belt. The clawed grappling point clicked open, three metal talons ready to grasp. Link aimed with as much stability as a sprinting man could muster and hit the trigger. The grapple shot through the air, chain rattling behind it.
The claws missed the dragon. They found a sturdy weather vane of the roof just beyond the monster and clenched tightly. Before Link knew what was happening, the Clawshot chain retracted and stole Link from his feet. He was rushing toward the grapple point. Fire spewed from the dragon's mouth, and he was heading straight into it's path.
"No!" Link shouted. As the precious seconds disappeared and the dragon grew closer, another idea sprouted. Link crossed his right arm over his chest and held it steady. There was no time to feel fear; it was act or burn. As Link met the dragon, he bashed his shield into it's face and bounced over it's snout, missing the river of flame but feeling the heat rush over his legs. He kept going until he slammed into the weather vane and dislodged it. Link's trajectory changed, and the ground rushed up to meet him.
The wind raced from his lungs, but Link had no time to recover. He jumped back to his feet and rounded the hut. The mother and young boy scuttled past, sobbing in heaving breaths. Except for some slight singing of the mother's clothes, no one was injured. Even without breath, Link exhaled. His shield bash must've diverted the dragon's flame. Another house opposite the dragon was burning.
Link's blood thundered through his veins. Without realising it, his Master Sword was in his hand again. Sweat and dirt mingled on his face. The pungent, sulphuric scent of the dragon's breath clung inside his nose. The memory of the fire's warmth against his thighs remained. The dragon lurched into the ground, demolishing the hut that was its perch into rubble. A small tremor shook Link's footing as the dragon hit the ground, but he stood his ground. A hazy snort blasted from the creature's nostrils, its reptilian eyes locked onto him. A roar erupted from its dagger lined jaws, and a buffet of rippling, heated wind saturated Link, snapping his limp cap in the gale.
"I'd tell you to pick on someone your own size," Link said, "but I don't think there's anything around here the size of you." He narrowed his eyes. "So you'll have to make do with me."
I am of the spirit of the Hero, the Link to past, present and future.
He closed the book with a thick clap. It was enough to know for now. He needed to process what he read before he took in anything else. Link stood from the table, leaving the gilded pages behind. He touched his belt on either hip, feeling for the new Clawshots he spun from Omnilium earlier. After reading about the Hero of Legend's arsenal, he thought the dual Clawshots were more versatile than his old Hookshot. Surprisingly enough, they came to life rather easily; he wasn't sure he could get a good mental image of them, but there they were. It was like he knew what they were all along and just needed a prompt.
Magus, Link remembered. Where had he gone? Hopefully he found some information about contacting Omni, but he was nowhere to be seen. Not alarming; the endless room was filled with soldiers of bookcases. To have a hope of finding someone in here without some magical device, he'd have to climb on top of the bookcases and look from there. Since Link got caught up in his own history, he'd completely forgotten about looking for Omni information.
As Link started in a random direction, unaware of his path, a faint roar played on the edge of his hearing.
He stopped and strained his pointed ears. Again, almost imperceptible, a feral rumble echoed from outside. What was that sound? He walked towards what he thought was the entrance of the library, and the roar strengthened. Faster he moved, bookcase after bookcase blurring past him until he broke into a sprint. Voices 'shhh'ed the clanking of his weapons, but he paid them no mind. That sound sent molten rivulets through his body, tingling from head to toe. It was so familiar.
Without realising it, Link was standing outside in the secret alleyway that lead to the library. He turned back and saw the stone camouflage of the door. A stray thought dwelled on Magus, but it was squashed the moment the roar returned. Louder and fiercer than before, the source of the sound was moving. Not too far away, but possibly ... airborne? Perhaps multiple creatures? It was hard to discern without further investigation.
Link spilled into Dalaran's streets, weaving between the townsfolk. Most people ignored him, yet some stopped and looked around uncertainly when the beast, or beasts, bellowed. Despite the thick swell of the crowd, Link made it back to his pegasus in short time. He swallowed and mounted the winged horse, hitting the reins with more force than he intended. The pegasus reared, almost throwing the Hylian from his saddle, but he hung on. Its powerful legs stampeded over the ground, and mighty wings unfurled straight as arrows. The pegasus leaped from the edge of Dalaran, and for a moment Link was suspended above a terminal drop. Then a gust of wind washed over the winged horse and they glided seamlessly into the blue.
Wheeling through the air, Link focused through the rushing wind over his ears for the sound. He didn't wait long. Another chilling roar reached his ears, much clearer this time. Link knew where the creature was. Yet more terrifying, birthing a squelching growth in his stomach, was that he knew what the creature was.
A dragon. There could be no mistaking it. Link never forgot the sound of Volvagia, and the progenitor of that monstrous bellow was of it's kin. Then a chilling possibility hit him. Was it Volvagia? He'd seen living creatures summoned by Omnilium; had Ganondorf sculpted the serpentine horror in his absence? Maybe. He had to be ready for anything. This world was not a predictable one.
Another roared pealed through the sky. Bracing himself for the worst, Link steered his flying steed towards the source of the sound.
The Hylian warrior touched down a short distance from where he approximated the dragon was. Leaving his steed near a clump of trees, Link headed forward. A small village was up ahead. He couldn't see any fire or smoke, but the heavy beating of leathery wings signaled that the dragon was definitely nearby. He jumped over a rock and hurried across a rickety bridge over a stream. A scream sounded from the village, and Link ran harder. Soon more startled and scared voices followed. An ink black shadow washed over the village. The primal roar boomed overhead. Link unsheathed the Master Sword and slipped his Hylian Shield over his right forearm. A quick glance upwards confirmed that the beast was here.
The dragon swooped over the village, low enough to see plainly. A stream of fire lanced from its open maw, striking one of the modest houses and setting it alight. People were shrieking and running in a confusing array of directions; some ran back to their homes, others sought to flee the besieged village, while the brave and stupid stockpiled meager farming equipment to repel the monster. Link saw a young boy running with his mother, who held a newborn child in rigid arms. The boy tripped, hit the ground and cried. The mother stopped, hopping from one foot to another as if deciding whether to save her baby or risk both of them for her son. Link saw the stomach churning, wide eyed fear in her eyes as she ran back to her son and forced him to his feet. Still crying, the boy bounded and struggled to keep up with the long strides of his mother, knees bleeding.
The dragon's taloned feet slammed atop a roof, splintering the wood like it was glass. It was a different species altogether from Volvagia; at least in that Link found some comfort. Ganondorf unlikely brought this abomination into the world. The closest approximation Link could make was that of a Lizalfos with grey scales and massive leathery flaps of skin, joined from the wrists to its back, that made wings. An assortment of brown and grey circles imprinted into the wings like a moth, but Link could hardly imagine a situation where this scaled fiend required camouflage.
It's slitted eyes found the mother fleeing with her children. Another window shaking shriek consumed the village. It opened its mouth and yellowy red light swirled against its cheeks. Link's legs were pumping fervently. He finally made it into the village, but the jet of flame gurgling in the dragon's throat would char another victim before he could get there in time. The dragon drew its head back, heat waves warping the horizon in the distance, and a plethora of red and orange fingers launched forward. The mother screamed with such terror that goosebumps lined Link's spine.
There's no time! Link couldn't get there in time; he was just too far away. One reckless idea sprung into his mind, and instantly he knew it was the mother's only chance. He resheathed his blade and plucked one of his Clawshots from his belt. The clawed grappling point clicked open, three metal talons ready to grasp. Link aimed with as much stability as a sprinting man could muster and hit the trigger. The grapple shot through the air, chain rattling behind it.
The claws missed the dragon. They found a sturdy weather vane of the roof just beyond the monster and clenched tightly. Before Link knew what was happening, the Clawshot chain retracted and stole Link from his feet. He was rushing toward the grapple point. Fire spewed from the dragon's mouth, and he was heading straight into it's path.
"No!" Link shouted. As the precious seconds disappeared and the dragon grew closer, another idea sprouted. Link crossed his right arm over his chest and held it steady. There was no time to feel fear; it was act or burn. As Link met the dragon, he bashed his shield into it's face and bounced over it's snout, missing the river of flame but feeling the heat rush over his legs. He kept going until he slammed into the weather vane and dislodged it. Link's trajectory changed, and the ground rushed up to meet him.
The wind raced from his lungs, but Link had no time to recover. He jumped back to his feet and rounded the hut. The mother and young boy scuttled past, sobbing in heaving breaths. Except for some slight singing of the mother's clothes, no one was injured. Even without breath, Link exhaled. His shield bash must've diverted the dragon's flame. Another house opposite the dragon was burning.
Link's blood thundered through his veins. Without realising it, his Master Sword was in his hand again. Sweat and dirt mingled on his face. The pungent, sulphuric scent of the dragon's breath clung inside his nose. The memory of the fire's warmth against his thighs remained. The dragon lurched into the ground, demolishing the hut that was its perch into rubble. A small tremor shook Link's footing as the dragon hit the ground, but he stood his ground. A hazy snort blasted from the creature's nostrils, its reptilian eyes locked onto him. A roar erupted from its dagger lined jaws, and a buffet of rippling, heated wind saturated Link, snapping his limp cap in the gale.
"I'd tell you to pick on someone your own size," Link said, "but I don't think there's anything around here the size of you." He narrowed his eyes. "So you'll have to make do with me."
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