Seven Years Part One
Ok, I didn't get as much typed as I'd like, so this is short... but don't worry, there are well over 30 pages already writen, just not transfered. Also, this story never really breaks (it is writen as a totally one chapter thing), so expect lots of cliff-hangers due to that
Read the prior post for the full intro...
And here we go!
Seven Years, by Czar Peter the Great
Shiek darted down the hall as quickly as her strong legs could push. As always stealth had been the desired mode for this operation and, as seemed to be the trend recently, cover had been blown in the middle of the strike. Now, once again, Shiek and her ragged team of underground resistance fighters were running for all they were worth.
Why, oh why, oh why… was all that ran through the young leader’s head as she bolted towards the door of the temple they had been infiltrating. Suddenly a large Skultiod dropped in her path from seemingly nowhere. Quick reflexes were the only thing that saved Shiek, as she ducked beneath the sweep of the skeleton’s cutlass. Shiek rocketed back up, trying to slam her shoulder into the Skultiod to knock it back. She connected squarely with the shield, but her large opponent didn’t even budge. Bringing its sword arm back around, the Skultiod gave Shiek a vicious backhand across the face. Shiek felt her head snap back, and stars burst across her vision. She took a few staggering steps backwards before her feet slipped away beneath her. Through the lights that burst across her vision she saw the grinning face of the skeleton as it leaned in for the killing blow.
“Ji-Maaaa!” rang out a cry, and the Skultoid’s head flew off its body. Shiek watched as two more axe strokes disintegrated the minion into a pile of calcium fragments. Breathing heavily, a young warrior held out his hand.
“Come on Shiek, time to get out of here!”
Shiek took the hand and felt herself jerked to her feet. The two darted out the door and streaked across the desert sand, jumping onto a rock to avoid the sand dwelling monsters. Stopping for a moment to catch their breath, the two warriors looked back at the temple.
“Did Toran and Scela make it out?” Shiek asked, still gasping for air. In response, her companion pointed to a rock about twenty yards away. The two team members in question were sprawled on it, looking as though their escape had been just as narrow. Thank the goddesses, everyone made it… Shiek thought, lying back on the rock. The other warrior looked down at her, concern in the back of his icy grey eyes.
“You alright, Shiek? That old boney gave you quite a knock…”
“I’ll be fine, Draq.” She gave a dismissive gesture.
“Maybe you should-”
“I said I’ll be fine, Draq.” Her red eyes flashed slightly.
Shrugging, Draq turned to inspect his large double headed axe.
“Well, miss fine, you’re bleeding.”
Shiek put a hand to the cloth that covered her mouth and nose. The touch caused her to wince, and the hand came away bloody. Shiek groaned. Impa was going to kill her for sure this time.
“Sorry Draq, I shouldn’t have snapped. I’m just getting frustrated at how everything we do seems to fail. Guess I’m not much of a military leader, huh?”
Her old friend turned back towards her and gave a slight smile, an uncommon occurrence for the normally reserved warrior. Draq shrugged, running a hand through his thick black hair.
“You do the best you can, and that’s all we can ask. And we haven’t failed at everything; Gannondorf hasn’t caught us yet after all. But he might if we sit around like this, let’s get back to the hideout and get cleaned up.”
Shiek nodded and stood. She waved to the others to signal them home, then took out her harp. Strumming a few notes whisked her away, and she felt her feet come back to her just outside the band’s small hideout.
It was a cave well out of anyone’s normal path on the western reaches of Hyrule plain. It stood in a cliff about a day’s walk north of Greudo Valley, half a day’s walk from Lon Lon Ranch, and quite close to Lake Hylia. Even though it was out of the way, the entrance had been meticulously hidden. Unless someone knew a cave was there, they would never be able to spot it. Shiek felt a smile cross her painfully cut face at this thought. The cave was one of the few things that had worked perfectly for the group, and she called it her home with more pride then she had felt over anything else. Glancing around to insure no one was nearby, Shiek dodged quickly inside.
The cave’s interior was dark, so Shiek quickly began to light the small lamp that stood on the round table in the center of the room. She had barely lit the wick before her companions began to troop in.
Read the prior post for the full intro...
And here we go!
Seven Years, by Czar Peter the Great
Shiek darted down the hall as quickly as her strong legs could push. As always stealth had been the desired mode for this operation and, as seemed to be the trend recently, cover had been blown in the middle of the strike. Now, once again, Shiek and her ragged team of underground resistance fighters were running for all they were worth.
Why, oh why, oh why… was all that ran through the young leader’s head as she bolted towards the door of the temple they had been infiltrating. Suddenly a large Skultiod dropped in her path from seemingly nowhere. Quick reflexes were the only thing that saved Shiek, as she ducked beneath the sweep of the skeleton’s cutlass. Shiek rocketed back up, trying to slam her shoulder into the Skultiod to knock it back. She connected squarely with the shield, but her large opponent didn’t even budge. Bringing its sword arm back around, the Skultiod gave Shiek a vicious backhand across the face. Shiek felt her head snap back, and stars burst across her vision. She took a few staggering steps backwards before her feet slipped away beneath her. Through the lights that burst across her vision she saw the grinning face of the skeleton as it leaned in for the killing blow.
“Ji-Maaaa!” rang out a cry, and the Skultoid’s head flew off its body. Shiek watched as two more axe strokes disintegrated the minion into a pile of calcium fragments. Breathing heavily, a young warrior held out his hand.
“Come on Shiek, time to get out of here!”
Shiek took the hand and felt herself jerked to her feet. The two darted out the door and streaked across the desert sand, jumping onto a rock to avoid the sand dwelling monsters. Stopping for a moment to catch their breath, the two warriors looked back at the temple.
“Did Toran and Scela make it out?” Shiek asked, still gasping for air. In response, her companion pointed to a rock about twenty yards away. The two team members in question were sprawled on it, looking as though their escape had been just as narrow. Thank the goddesses, everyone made it… Shiek thought, lying back on the rock. The other warrior looked down at her, concern in the back of his icy grey eyes.
“You alright, Shiek? That old boney gave you quite a knock…”
“I’ll be fine, Draq.” She gave a dismissive gesture.
“Maybe you should-”
“I said I’ll be fine, Draq.” Her red eyes flashed slightly.
Shrugging, Draq turned to inspect his large double headed axe.
“Well, miss fine, you’re bleeding.”
Shiek put a hand to the cloth that covered her mouth and nose. The touch caused her to wince, and the hand came away bloody. Shiek groaned. Impa was going to kill her for sure this time.
“Sorry Draq, I shouldn’t have snapped. I’m just getting frustrated at how everything we do seems to fail. Guess I’m not much of a military leader, huh?”
Her old friend turned back towards her and gave a slight smile, an uncommon occurrence for the normally reserved warrior. Draq shrugged, running a hand through his thick black hair.
“You do the best you can, and that’s all we can ask. And we haven’t failed at everything; Gannondorf hasn’t caught us yet after all. But he might if we sit around like this, let’s get back to the hideout and get cleaned up.”
Shiek nodded and stood. She waved to the others to signal them home, then took out her harp. Strumming a few notes whisked her away, and she felt her feet come back to her just outside the band’s small hideout.
It was a cave well out of anyone’s normal path on the western reaches of Hyrule plain. It stood in a cliff about a day’s walk north of Greudo Valley, half a day’s walk from Lon Lon Ranch, and quite close to Lake Hylia. Even though it was out of the way, the entrance had been meticulously hidden. Unless someone knew a cave was there, they would never be able to spot it. Shiek felt a smile cross her painfully cut face at this thought. The cave was one of the few things that had worked perfectly for the group, and she called it her home with more pride then she had felt over anything else. Glancing around to insure no one was nearby, Shiek dodged quickly inside.
The cave’s interior was dark, so Shiek quickly began to light the small lamp that stood on the round table in the center of the room. She had barely lit the wick before her companions began to troop in.
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