The young swords-elf (yes, I know it's a messed up term) groaned as he stirred, one hand instantly going to his head. What had hit him? He remembered coming into the city, meeting a stranger in black...
Him.
The man had done something to stop him in time. Link was familiar with the phenomena; he'd been traveling through and in time for months now, by way of some rather esoteric methods. His thoughts wandered back to those days, which now seemed so long past. Where was he now?
Finally opening his eyes, he found himself in a dark jail cell. He'd seen its kind before, among the Gerudo. That had been before he'd been to the temple in the forest, before he'd really started his journey as an adult. With nothing but his hookshot, a horse, a shield and the Master---
Wait. There was no weight at his back. Neither shield nor sword were in their places. Frantic, he began to search his belt pouches. Bombs - none. Hookshot, bow, arrows, hammer, boomerang... not there. They'd even taken his Deku nuts. All he could find was his old ocarina, the carved wooden one Saria had given him when he left the forest. It amounted to little, given the situation.
The sound of a female voice caught his attention. Now that his eyes had adjusted, he could make out shapes moving in the cells adjacent to his own; all round-eared except for one. And those eyes definitely weren't Hylian.
"Yes, there are others here. I count eight of us." A faint glimmer of hope was dashed when he realized that none of the others seemed to be even remotely armed, either.
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(yes, I know it's a messed up term)groaned as he stirred, one hand instantly going to his head. What had hit him? He remembered coming into the city, meeting a stranger in black...Him.
The man had done something to stop him in time. Link was familiar with the phenomena; he'd been traveling through and in time for months now, by way of some rather esoteric methods. His thoughts wandered back to those days, which now seemed so long past. Where was he now?
Finally opening his eyes, he found himself in a dark jail cell. He'd seen its kind before, among the Gerudo. That had been before he'd been to the temple in the forest, before he'd really started his journey as an adult. With nothing but his hookshot, a horse, a shield and the Master---
Wait. There was no weight at his back. Neither shield nor sword were in their places. Frantic, he began to search his belt pouches. Bombs - none. Hookshot, bow, arrows, hammer, boomerang... not there. They'd even taken his Deku nuts. All he could find was his old ocarina, the carved wooden one Saria had given him when he left the forest. It amounted to little, given the situation.
The sound of a female voice caught his attention. Now that his eyes had adjusted, he could make out shapes moving in the cells adjacent to his own; all round-eared except for one. And those eyes definitely weren't Hylian.
"Yes, there are others here. I count eight of us." A faint glimmer of hope was dashed when he realized that none of the others seemed to be even remotely armed, either.