![]() Midna went silent after her solemn words. “Based on what I have learned from the Oocca while you were being revived, it appears that She, the unholy Mistress, can garnish reality with the physical manifestation of our deepest fears.” That should be impossible, however,” retorted Link. Keep in mind also, Link, that those mindless servant were once my “The Mistress must be capable of many things, either reviving the dead or animating the past. “Then how is it that we face is mindless servants once more?” ![]() “Zant is dead.” claimed the former hero as he planted his gleaming sword into the dry, barren soil to dust off his worn gauntlets. Link was not stunned by his iron words, “Yes, My Queen.” The large man of Twilight slowly steered his steed away to organize what remained of his command. ![]() Await further orders until then.”ĭarsek’s glowing red eyes betrayed neither approval or dismay, only servitude. Midna’s expression did not shift, “Then you and our new allies may rest for the night following a complete account of our dead and wounded. “We art prepared to lay our lives down for thee, Highness.” answered Darsek without hesitation. Midna repeated herself calmly, “At what cost?” They wish to continue warring at our side.” “Report, my courageous Captain,” said Midna not breaking her shared gaze of the dying light.ĭarsek responded, “Your highness, as thy have undoubtedly remarked, the enemy is vanquished, but only half of thine number remain.”ĭarsek, surprisingly, was capable of answering, “The Men of Rock are few, as we, but their spirits are strong. Though their numbers were potent, they remained only a fraction of what once was a force of six-hundred. Though conjured spear and sword cleft heartily through the throng of vile beasts, many good men had fallen before claw and cursed shadow. The battle had seen the loss of many Riders baring the Seal of Twilight. Link did not need to glance over the torn fabrics of his shoulder to know that the man was in distress and the warrior knew why. That was the great mystery when Queen Midna finally approached her loving Link, to rest her tall head against his green capped head.Ĭaptain Darsek, the strong arm of the Twilight Banner, rode upon his steed of darkness. The littered battle grounds melted itself clean of the Usurper King’s legacy. The warm cadaver that was the warrior’s quarry suddenly broke all bonds of the physical plane and began to dissolve into a cursed twilit cloud of ash and misery. When Link smote his Chieftain foe, so too did he appear to wipe clean the slate of Eldin. Stone masks were splintered and broken, a sign of their old slavery. A final, guttural groan here, a fading breath there and all tortured vile sinew was laid to rest. Hundreds of the Messenger Beasts clung to their remnants of reality before collapsing along with their leader. With chest heaving and arms aching, the former hero wiped clean his weapon against the faded green of his tunic before turning to face the many howls that emerged suddenly around him. Black life, like the sun, sank from the beast’s quivering mass into the ground, quenching it. Link drove his Ordonian Blade once more into the open chest of the high-crested Messenger Chieftain, casting it to the ground with a force most violent. ![]() Chapter Twenty-Two: Against the Tapestry of Night
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