Post by Em on May 5, 2008 7:25:46 GMT -5
Chapter no. : 42
Chapter title: Stuck
Story rating: T (for now...)
BETAed: Purr-fectly Betaed (mahoakitti)
Disclaimer: Me no own Zelda. I mean, come on - how stupid are you? If I did own Zelda , it would contain much swearing, blood, sex and rock'n'roll. And Yaoi. Don't forget the luffly yaoi. But since I don't own it, I have to settle for entertaining you guys with my stories and OCs - which is fine by me.
Warnings: Would put some, but (one) I can't be arsed, and (two) I doubt I could traumatise you further... or could I...?
Thanks for the reviews...
EbonyShroud
JtheChosen1
Ryukai-MJ
KurokazePhoenix
Goddess of All Knowing-ness
(Anonymous reviewer) - your name doesn't show up now that ff(dot)net has turned ghey
Crimson luna
Lil Miss Spookiness
Notes: Onward ho! (no, sorry, I really shouldn't call you that, I'm sorry)... -sigh- this story is getting way too long...
Totally irrelevant quote of the update - or is it:
I dream a lot, but I’m not a very good sleeper
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“You’ve been working?”
I glanced at him, watching him spoon the warm soup into his mouth. “I have been helping the resistance infiltrate the castle, yes.”
“Oh.” He paused to blow on the hot broth. “Any progress?”
“Not much…” I admitted, staring up at the rafters of the barn, squinting slightly at the beams of morning light that shone through the far window. “The castle is guarded by magic; I dare not enter that far without knowing what type of magic the Xiomaran have and what enchantments protect it.” I sighed. “Lots of Raunen have gone – namely the Dragons – and… we do not know what has happened to them, if they are still alive.” I averted my gaze to the ground. “Maralah’s tent was made of dragon hide…”
“Bastard…” I heard him mutter. “I’m glad he’s dead…”
“So am I…” Imp drawled, lacing his fingers in the steam of his soup; it was strange – he was wide awake, even though (according to him and Lyall) he had not slept since the night of his birth; this had to be true, since he had the dark bruises around his eye and the fact that he did not even sleep the previous night. “One bastard down – six to go.”
“Do you know the warlords?” Hero asked, sipping his soup.
“Oh, the males I know particularly well, if you get my drift; I’m the whore of Xiomar. The most exclusive and expensive one, but a whore nonetheless.”
“Cub, quiet. Don’t talk about yourself that way,” Lyall growled from beside the door; he was on guard duty.
“Hai, hai, gomen, gomen.” Imp rolled his eyes. “The females I know… kind of. They usually got their own man-whores to fuck me whilst they watched.” He said this whilst scratching his chin nonchalantly.
“Damnit, Cub!” Lyall snapped. “Stop it! Stop talking about it so… so… calmly!”
“I’m saying it calmly because it’s life and it happened. It was fate that all the shit happened; the Three decided what happened, so it must have a reason for happening.”
“You shouldn’t think about it that way. If you do, then I’m still supposed to be dead,” Hero pointed out.
“But perhaps I was supposed to revive you with the Phoenix’s help?” Imp countered. He suddenly paused, looking pensive. “Oh, sorry, correction on the warlord part - I don’t know the Twins… they refused to do me… part of me is insulted and I don’t know why.”
I shot him a warning stare before I asked, “Twins?”
“Mm hm… the Twins - Corentin and Hung.”
Hero snorted on his soup, choking for a breath while after.
“Hung…” he rasped, chuckling brokenly.
Imp rolled his single eye.
Lyall cleared his throat. “The Twins - formally known as the Warlords of Air and Water - are the apathetic lords of Xiomar; they don’t give a shit about anyone except for each other.”
Surprisingly, the werewolf pulled a box out of his breast pocket, drawing out a white stick and lighting it with a match. He sucked in a deep breath, before holding the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
“To understand them fully, you’ve got to look at the warlords on a scale; Maralah was on the bottom rung, and Isidor is the top.”
“Isidor is a warlord?” Hero asked; he had overcome his little… episode.
Lyall nodded. “As well as the heir to the Xiomari throne; spoilt brat.” He once again inhaled on the cigarette. “Ever heard of a woman called Pele?”
“Maralah mentioned her,” I murmured.
“She’s the second best. Her speciality is fire.”
“She was supposed to be posted on the Goron’s mountain,” Imp commented, his gaze focused on his own soup. “But she kept her general there and she went… somewhere.”
“So that was Pele’s general I killed… oh…”
Lyall and Imp stared at Hero with disbelief.
“You what?” the werewolf asked.
Hero scowled. “He stabbed Sheik - what else was I supposed to do?”
“No, pup, ya misunderstand me. I meant ‘what’ in the sense of ‘what the fuck?’.”
“Ohh… um… I still don’t get it.”
“Pup…”
“What onii-san and I mean is that Pele’s general is one of the best warriors in Xiomar; we want to know how you defeated him,” the boy filled in.
Hero shrugged. “Arrow through the brain whilst…” He looked sadly at me.
“I said it before, pup, and I’ll say it again - you’re a good marksman; even when half-dead.”
“Thanks,” he answered with a grin. “Anyway, carry on with your description of the warlords.”
Lyall grunted. “Below Pele, are the warlords of Spirit and Shadow… nothing is really known about them - not even Imp knows anything about them…”
“I know they’re lesbians,” the boy piped in.
The black wolf sighed, a trail of smoke disappearing into the air, ignoring Imp’s comment. “And then there’s Hung and Corentin. Hung’s older, and by a few years, so in technicality they’re not twins; they look exactly the same, although Corentin’s hair is deep navy and Hung’s more of a deep sapphire. Nay the greatest information, I know - give me a chance; I’m just tellin’ you everything I know.”
“Well, it’ll help when we come face to face - we’ll be able to distinguish them,” Hero replied with a chuckle. “Which one’s which? As in element-wise.”
“Hung is Air, Corentin is Water.”
“Ah…” Hero nodded. “And then there’s…”
“Maralah, but you don’t need to worry about him anymore.”
“No, we don’t,” Imp murmured, standing and moving over to the werewolf, plucking the white stick out of the elder’s grip; he held the cigarette to his lips and inhaled, eye closing in what seemed to be bliss.
“Cub-”
“Your fault for getting me addicted,” Imp shot back.
“You're fucking thirteen-”
“Fourteen in a few days.”
“Still thirteen,” Lyall growled, gaze stuck outside. “I’m immortal in the sense of killing myself, and so it cannay kill me. You, on the other hand, are human and still growing; it’ll stem your growth… even more.”
“I’m short, yes I know. Stop telling me this.”
“Well, you stop smoking.”
“I’ll stop when you stop.”
“Fuck that.”
Imp smirked. “My words exactly.”
“They really are like siblings,” Hero muttered, draining his soup. “Lyall.” He caught the elder’s attention. “Who do you think is in charge of Raun?”
The werewolf shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Damn…”
“It won’t be Isidor, we can be sure of that,” I murmured. “I doubt it would be Pele… so we’ve narrowed it down to four; there’s been no show of elemental power, however.”
“Have there been storms?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“An eclipse?”
“No.”
“Sickness?”
“No.”
“Damn…” Lyall cursed, brow knitting over tempestuous blue orbs.
“Say, Sheik… do Tsukiko and Ashei know you’re out here?” Hero asked me.
“No.”
“…Do you suppose we should go there soon? They could be getting worried.”
“Not exactly,” I replied, staring boredly at the fire. “Occasionally, I have stayed away for days at a time and they have become accustomed to it.”
“I wouldn’t become accustomed to it,” Hero remarked, eyes wide.
I smirked, eyes unfocused. “I know you wouldn’t.”
I knew he was smiling warmly at me, gaze soft and mind whizzing with thousands of thoughts. The atmosphere in the room seemed to calm slightly, as we all settled into comfortable silence…
“Hai, will you excuse me for a moment?”
Everyone looked to Imp, who was stepping over Lyall and across the threshold of the barn.
“Cub, where are you going?”
“I have some important business to attend to.”
Hero frowned. “What is it?”
“There’s a bucket outside I need to be sick in. The love in this room is making me so nauseous it’s not even funny.”
With that said, the boy disappeared into the cool morning.
“One day,” Hero muttered. “That boy is gonna fall hopelessly in love and I’m just going to sit and laugh.”
I didn’t fail to notice the grim smile that kicked up the corner of Lyall’s lips as the werewolf stared forlornly after the Sheikah boy.
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Back at the underground base, the room went deathly silent, all gazes directed at us. The room’s inhabitants were mostly the resistance’s rabble, and were staring wide eyed and jawed; the serving wenches were a step away from dropping their glasses, however empty or full.
Tsukiko stumbled forward. “L-Link? You… fuck, why ain’t’cha dead, you shitty bastard?!”
“Hey to you too,” Hero muttered.
“You gave us a fucking scare! You-”
“George, shut the hell up; that’s the Great Hero you’re shouting at, y’know,” someone yelled.
“You shut the hell up, Parkson!” Tsukiko hollered back. “Or I’ll come over there and cut ya tiny dick off! I’ll shout at him if I want to.”
A group of men burst into laughter, obviously finding her threat very minuscule and weak; one male was staring at Tsukiko with what appeared to be a lecherous stare, but the male-impostor either did not notice or paid no heed.
“I guess Sheik’s had his turn,” Tsukiko muttered, glowering fiercely. “As much as he’ll hate me for tellin’ you this, he wasn’t right at all since he got the message from t’princess. I expect you to make it up to him, and then some. Feckin’ heroes - think they’re all that, eh, boys?”
Cheers erupted from the rabble and a few men grabbed serving girls, who giggled when they were pulled onto the men’s laps.
“Ts- George, I’m sorry. I’ll explain later.” He offered her a comforting smile.
“Ya, ya…”
“Hey, sweetums,” a voice slurred nearby; I heard Imp yelp soon after. Turning, I saw the boy had been pulled onto a man’s lap, and was being near-drooled over by his companions. “What’s a little doll like you doing hanging around with them?”
“Get off of me,” Imp drawled, crossing his arms.
“Oh, so you’re a boy, eh?” The man grinned, sliding a hand up the boy’s clothed thigh; the child's gaze followed the hand. “Ah, that’s okay – I’m not fussy… I bet your ass is sweet-tight. Wanna ride?”
Lyall’s growl was so loud that the whole room heard it, and everyone (thankfully) noticed the fact that I now had sharp knives between my fingers, ready to be thrown into someone’s neck. The men who were fawning over my fellow Sheikah froze, gazes slowly moving up to meet our glares.
“Remove your hands, gentlemen, and let the boy go,” I said calmly, eyes narrowed; I knew that if I didn’t get Imp away from them, Lyall would go crazy, and then, I doubt their comrades would be very happy if the werewolf killed them.
They did as told, at a snail's pace, and Imp stood up, brushing imaginary dirt off of his trousers, before he moved over to Lyall, who was silently fuming, lip twitching as a continuous snarl forced its way out of his throat.
“I swear to the Three above,” the werewolf growled, sliding an arm around Imp and dragging him against his bigger frame. “I swear that if you ever - ever - even touch a single hair on his head, I will hang you by your own heartstrings from the tallest castle spire - do you understand me?”
The men nodded dumbly.
“Arigato, onii-san, Sheik-senpai,” the boy said, staring over his shoulder at the men with a distrusting look. “I could have dispatched themselves, though…”
“Wait, fuck…” Tsukiko suddenly leapt into the picture and leaned closer to Imp, peering right into his face. “You’re a guy? I thought you were a girl… haha, gutted…”
“You can talk,” he whispered so quietly that no one else heard apart from Lyall, Tsukiko and I. “Everyone thinks you’re a man.”
“Yeah, but this be intentional,” she hissed back with a scowl, which was bordering on a pout.
“Hai, hai, I believe you…” Imp waved his hand as if dismissing her.
“Listen, kid-”
“Hey, George - quit hogging the view!” someone yelled.
“Could we move? As much as I love my ego growing like this, I’m finding this situation more and more tedious,” the boy muttered, burying his face in Lyall’s shirt. “Why are we here?”
“To collect George and Ashei,” I replied, nodding to the two. “We’ll go to the chambers and talk with Raun’s generals, see if we can get a plan sorted; then we go back to focussing on the gems…” I glanced at Hero. “And sorting out your mess.”
Hero grinned sheepishly. “I’m forgiven, then?”
“…” I sighed. “Perhaps… we’ll see.”
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Demi: My poor wee Impy... but what will it take to get Sheik to forgive Link for 'dying'?
My kitti knows, but shh.
Review : )
Chapter title: Stuck
Story rating: T (for now...)
BETAed: Purr-fectly Betaed (mahoakitti)
Disclaimer: Me no own Zelda. I mean, come on - how stupid are you? If I did own Zelda , it would contain much swearing, blood, sex and rock'n'roll. And Yaoi. Don't forget the luffly yaoi. But since I don't own it, I have to settle for entertaining you guys with my stories and OCs - which is fine by me.
Warnings: Would put some, but (one) I can't be arsed, and (two) I doubt I could traumatise you further... or could I...?
Thanks for the reviews...
EbonyShroud
JtheChosen1
Ryukai-MJ
KurokazePhoenix
Goddess of All Knowing-ness
(Anonymous reviewer) - your name doesn't show up now that ff(dot)net has turned ghey
Crimson luna
Lil Miss Spookiness
Notes: Onward ho! (no, sorry, I really shouldn't call you that, I'm sorry)... -sigh- this story is getting way too long...
Totally irrelevant quote of the update - or is it:
I dream a lot, but I’m not a very good sleeper
________________________________________
“You’ve been working?”
I glanced at him, watching him spoon the warm soup into his mouth. “I have been helping the resistance infiltrate the castle, yes.”
“Oh.” He paused to blow on the hot broth. “Any progress?”
“Not much…” I admitted, staring up at the rafters of the barn, squinting slightly at the beams of morning light that shone through the far window. “The castle is guarded by magic; I dare not enter that far without knowing what type of magic the Xiomaran have and what enchantments protect it.” I sighed. “Lots of Raunen have gone – namely the Dragons – and… we do not know what has happened to them, if they are still alive.” I averted my gaze to the ground. “Maralah’s tent was made of dragon hide…”
“Bastard…” I heard him mutter. “I’m glad he’s dead…”
“So am I…” Imp drawled, lacing his fingers in the steam of his soup; it was strange – he was wide awake, even though (according to him and Lyall) he had not slept since the night of his birth; this had to be true, since he had the dark bruises around his eye and the fact that he did not even sleep the previous night. “One bastard down – six to go.”
“Do you know the warlords?” Hero asked, sipping his soup.
“Oh, the males I know particularly well, if you get my drift; I’m the whore of Xiomar. The most exclusive and expensive one, but a whore nonetheless.”
“Cub, quiet. Don’t talk about yourself that way,” Lyall growled from beside the door; he was on guard duty.
“Hai, hai, gomen, gomen.” Imp rolled his eyes. “The females I know… kind of. They usually got their own man-whores to fuck me whilst they watched.” He said this whilst scratching his chin nonchalantly.
“Damnit, Cub!” Lyall snapped. “Stop it! Stop talking about it so… so… calmly!”
“I’m saying it calmly because it’s life and it happened. It was fate that all the shit happened; the Three decided what happened, so it must have a reason for happening.”
“You shouldn’t think about it that way. If you do, then I’m still supposed to be dead,” Hero pointed out.
“But perhaps I was supposed to revive you with the Phoenix’s help?” Imp countered. He suddenly paused, looking pensive. “Oh, sorry, correction on the warlord part - I don’t know the Twins… they refused to do me… part of me is insulted and I don’t know why.”
I shot him a warning stare before I asked, “Twins?”
“Mm hm… the Twins - Corentin and Hung.”
Hero snorted on his soup, choking for a breath while after.
“Hung…” he rasped, chuckling brokenly.
Imp rolled his single eye.
Lyall cleared his throat. “The Twins - formally known as the Warlords of Air and Water - are the apathetic lords of Xiomar; they don’t give a shit about anyone except for each other.”
Surprisingly, the werewolf pulled a box out of his breast pocket, drawing out a white stick and lighting it with a match. He sucked in a deep breath, before holding the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
“To understand them fully, you’ve got to look at the warlords on a scale; Maralah was on the bottom rung, and Isidor is the top.”
“Isidor is a warlord?” Hero asked; he had overcome his little… episode.
Lyall nodded. “As well as the heir to the Xiomari throne; spoilt brat.” He once again inhaled on the cigarette. “Ever heard of a woman called Pele?”
“Maralah mentioned her,” I murmured.
“She’s the second best. Her speciality is fire.”
“She was supposed to be posted on the Goron’s mountain,” Imp commented, his gaze focused on his own soup. “But she kept her general there and she went… somewhere.”
“So that was Pele’s general I killed… oh…”
Lyall and Imp stared at Hero with disbelief.
“You what?” the werewolf asked.
Hero scowled. “He stabbed Sheik - what else was I supposed to do?”
“No, pup, ya misunderstand me. I meant ‘what’ in the sense of ‘what the fuck?’.”
“Ohh… um… I still don’t get it.”
“Pup…”
“What onii-san and I mean is that Pele’s general is one of the best warriors in Xiomar; we want to know how you defeated him,” the boy filled in.
Hero shrugged. “Arrow through the brain whilst…” He looked sadly at me.
“I said it before, pup, and I’ll say it again - you’re a good marksman; even when half-dead.”
“Thanks,” he answered with a grin. “Anyway, carry on with your description of the warlords.”
Lyall grunted. “Below Pele, are the warlords of Spirit and Shadow… nothing is really known about them - not even Imp knows anything about them…”
“I know they’re lesbians,” the boy piped in.
The black wolf sighed, a trail of smoke disappearing into the air, ignoring Imp’s comment. “And then there’s Hung and Corentin. Hung’s older, and by a few years, so in technicality they’re not twins; they look exactly the same, although Corentin’s hair is deep navy and Hung’s more of a deep sapphire. Nay the greatest information, I know - give me a chance; I’m just tellin’ you everything I know.”
“Well, it’ll help when we come face to face - we’ll be able to distinguish them,” Hero replied with a chuckle. “Which one’s which? As in element-wise.”
“Hung is Air, Corentin is Water.”
“Ah…” Hero nodded. “And then there’s…”
“Maralah, but you don’t need to worry about him anymore.”
“No, we don’t,” Imp murmured, standing and moving over to the werewolf, plucking the white stick out of the elder’s grip; he held the cigarette to his lips and inhaled, eye closing in what seemed to be bliss.
“Cub-”
“Your fault for getting me addicted,” Imp shot back.
“You're fucking thirteen-”
“Fourteen in a few days.”
“Still thirteen,” Lyall growled, gaze stuck outside. “I’m immortal in the sense of killing myself, and so it cannay kill me. You, on the other hand, are human and still growing; it’ll stem your growth… even more.”
“I’m short, yes I know. Stop telling me this.”
“Well, you stop smoking.”
“I’ll stop when you stop.”
“Fuck that.”
Imp smirked. “My words exactly.”
“They really are like siblings,” Hero muttered, draining his soup. “Lyall.” He caught the elder’s attention. “Who do you think is in charge of Raun?”
The werewolf shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Damn…”
“It won’t be Isidor, we can be sure of that,” I murmured. “I doubt it would be Pele… so we’ve narrowed it down to four; there’s been no show of elemental power, however.”
“Have there been storms?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“An eclipse?”
“No.”
“Sickness?”
“No.”
“Damn…” Lyall cursed, brow knitting over tempestuous blue orbs.
“Say, Sheik… do Tsukiko and Ashei know you’re out here?” Hero asked me.
“No.”
“…Do you suppose we should go there soon? They could be getting worried.”
“Not exactly,” I replied, staring boredly at the fire. “Occasionally, I have stayed away for days at a time and they have become accustomed to it.”
“I wouldn’t become accustomed to it,” Hero remarked, eyes wide.
I smirked, eyes unfocused. “I know you wouldn’t.”
I knew he was smiling warmly at me, gaze soft and mind whizzing with thousands of thoughts. The atmosphere in the room seemed to calm slightly, as we all settled into comfortable silence…
“Hai, will you excuse me for a moment?”
Everyone looked to Imp, who was stepping over Lyall and across the threshold of the barn.
“Cub, where are you going?”
“I have some important business to attend to.”
Hero frowned. “What is it?”
“There’s a bucket outside I need to be sick in. The love in this room is making me so nauseous it’s not even funny.”
With that said, the boy disappeared into the cool morning.
“One day,” Hero muttered. “That boy is gonna fall hopelessly in love and I’m just going to sit and laugh.”
I didn’t fail to notice the grim smile that kicked up the corner of Lyall’s lips as the werewolf stared forlornly after the Sheikah boy.
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Back at the underground base, the room went deathly silent, all gazes directed at us. The room’s inhabitants were mostly the resistance’s rabble, and were staring wide eyed and jawed; the serving wenches were a step away from dropping their glasses, however empty or full.
Tsukiko stumbled forward. “L-Link? You… fuck, why ain’t’cha dead, you shitty bastard?!”
“Hey to you too,” Hero muttered.
“You gave us a fucking scare! You-”
“George, shut the hell up; that’s the Great Hero you’re shouting at, y’know,” someone yelled.
“You shut the hell up, Parkson!” Tsukiko hollered back. “Or I’ll come over there and cut ya tiny dick off! I’ll shout at him if I want to.”
A group of men burst into laughter, obviously finding her threat very minuscule and weak; one male was staring at Tsukiko with what appeared to be a lecherous stare, but the male-impostor either did not notice or paid no heed.
“I guess Sheik’s had his turn,” Tsukiko muttered, glowering fiercely. “As much as he’ll hate me for tellin’ you this, he wasn’t right at all since he got the message from t’princess. I expect you to make it up to him, and then some. Feckin’ heroes - think they’re all that, eh, boys?”
Cheers erupted from the rabble and a few men grabbed serving girls, who giggled when they were pulled onto the men’s laps.
“Ts- George, I’m sorry. I’ll explain later.” He offered her a comforting smile.
“Ya, ya…”
“Hey, sweetums,” a voice slurred nearby; I heard Imp yelp soon after. Turning, I saw the boy had been pulled onto a man’s lap, and was being near-drooled over by his companions. “What’s a little doll like you doing hanging around with them?”
“Get off of me,” Imp drawled, crossing his arms.
“Oh, so you’re a boy, eh?” The man grinned, sliding a hand up the boy’s clothed thigh; the child's gaze followed the hand. “Ah, that’s okay – I’m not fussy… I bet your ass is sweet-tight. Wanna ride?”
Lyall’s growl was so loud that the whole room heard it, and everyone (thankfully) noticed the fact that I now had sharp knives between my fingers, ready to be thrown into someone’s neck. The men who were fawning over my fellow Sheikah froze, gazes slowly moving up to meet our glares.
“Remove your hands, gentlemen, and let the boy go,” I said calmly, eyes narrowed; I knew that if I didn’t get Imp away from them, Lyall would go crazy, and then, I doubt their comrades would be very happy if the werewolf killed them.
They did as told, at a snail's pace, and Imp stood up, brushing imaginary dirt off of his trousers, before he moved over to Lyall, who was silently fuming, lip twitching as a continuous snarl forced its way out of his throat.
“I swear to the Three above,” the werewolf growled, sliding an arm around Imp and dragging him against his bigger frame. “I swear that if you ever - ever - even touch a single hair on his head, I will hang you by your own heartstrings from the tallest castle spire - do you understand me?”
The men nodded dumbly.
“Arigato, onii-san, Sheik-senpai,” the boy said, staring over his shoulder at the men with a distrusting look. “I could have dispatched themselves, though…”
“Wait, fuck…” Tsukiko suddenly leapt into the picture and leaned closer to Imp, peering right into his face. “You’re a guy? I thought you were a girl… haha, gutted…”
“You can talk,” he whispered so quietly that no one else heard apart from Lyall, Tsukiko and I. “Everyone thinks you’re a man.”
“Yeah, but this be intentional,” she hissed back with a scowl, which was bordering on a pout.
“Hai, hai, I believe you…” Imp waved his hand as if dismissing her.
“Listen, kid-”
“Hey, George - quit hogging the view!” someone yelled.
“Could we move? As much as I love my ego growing like this, I’m finding this situation more and more tedious,” the boy muttered, burying his face in Lyall’s shirt. “Why are we here?”
“To collect George and Ashei,” I replied, nodding to the two. “We’ll go to the chambers and talk with Raun’s generals, see if we can get a plan sorted; then we go back to focussing on the gems…” I glanced at Hero. “And sorting out your mess.”
Hero grinned sheepishly. “I’m forgiven, then?”
“…” I sighed. “Perhaps… we’ll see.”
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Demi: My poor wee Impy... but what will it take to get Sheik to forgive Link for 'dying'?
My kitti knows, but shh.
Review : )