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Vulnerable. That is how I feel. I heard there whole conversation regarding me. Now I'm just even more confused. What happened to me? Where am I? Suddenly the door creaks open. I attempt to slow my breathing and appear to be sleeping but whoever comes in quickly sees through my act.

“I know you are awake child.”

I don't acknowledge him and he let's out a deep sigh. He begins to walk over and the whole room shakes in time with his footsteps.

“I brought you some food.”

The sheets on the bed get displaced and I panic. I rip the sheets off of me and clumsily fall from the high bed. Still panicking I heave myself to my feet my when I find the source of my panic. A...a beast stands before me. His hair is orange and moves as if it were water in a raging river. Occasionally a streak of yellow will roll by. He towers over me and could crush me under his massive feet. I can't help but let out a gasp. I back up but trip over my own feet and land on the ground with an omph.

He seems amused by my actions and shows a tiny smirk. His teeth are black just like his skin. Or rather his scales. The longer I look at him the more confused I get. I crawl backwards away from that thing until I hit the wall.

“Get away from me!”

“Calm down, Link”

“How do you know my name!?! How are you? What do you want with me!?!”

Suddenly I hear light footsteps that sound like they are coming this way. Then a strange looking man that looks vaguely familiar appears in the room.

“Master I thought I asked you to leave MY pet alone?!”

“Calm yourself Ghirahim, I merely came to check on him”

“But you said.....”

While the two weirdos are arguing with each other I decide to make my move. I slowly clamber to my feet. The others take no notice of my actions. Then I begin to shuffle my way to the door. Inch by inch. When the open door is just a few feet away I run for it. Someone behind me finally takes notice and yells at me but I take no interest. I'm already half way down this stretch of corridor. I hear footsteps behind me and risk a quick glance behind me to see what is going on. The Bokoblins that I had to deal with back in Faron Woods are now giving chase. Even without my sword this should pose no problem, however theses ones have bows.

I dig deep in myself and find the strength to go faster I round the corner just as I hear arrows collide with the space where I was just moments ago. They screech in outrage of missing their target. I pray to the goddess that they won't have very good aim. However my pleas are not answered. I feel a sharp pain in my abdomen. When I look down I am horrified. An arrow just went right through me. My blood has already soaked the area near the arrow. I fall to my knees, because at the moment my only goal is to keep breathing. The Bokoblins that were chasing me turn around and start screeching, this time in joy. I roll on to my side and carefully place my hands around the arrow in an attempt to stop or at least slow the bleeding.

I want to throw up but I know that that would not help the current situation. The adrenalin is quickly leaving me and all too soon the pain catches up with me. I can't help but let out a blood curdling scream that I did not know I was capable of. I hear footsteps quickly approaching behind me but show no interest. The last thing I remember is feeling cold tears slowly cascading down my scrunched up face.

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“Oh my goddess!”

I can't help but yell out as I see my pet skychild lying in a pool of his blood that is quickly growing. When I finally reach him I get to see firsthand the damage. An arrow sticks out of his torso and there is what appears to be a waterfall of blood. Any other time I would take pleasure in seeing one of my pets in pain but not my NEW pet that just recovered. I walk around him and for the first time ever, I see his face. After watching him for awhile before I fought him in the skyview temple I already knew that he was strong, especially mentally. A few times he had got banged up pretty bad but showed almost no reaction except the rare facial expression. That is why when I see him crying I know he is on his death bed.

The eyes that were once bright blue, that shone with strength and defiance slowly peer up at me. However they are now dull and lifeless.

“P..pl..pleas”

He can't even get the whole word out. In his final moments he asks me (whom he recognizes as his enemy) no begs me for help. That alone shows his desperation. His want to live. His need to live. His empty eyes look at the carpet and slowly close. At the same time his breathing slows but does not cease yet.