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Roll for stealth... (pt 1)

Day 17: hostage situation

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“Link! Link, can you hear me?!” Riju's panicking voice crackled from Link's slate, and he glanced at his wolf companion before pulling it from his hip.

“Shhh, Riju, I can hear you. What’s the matter?”

“You must come to town, quickly! Buliara's been missing for days,” she sobbed, “I don’t know what to do!”

“It’s okay, Riju, take a deep breath,” Link soothed, and he heard a shuddering breath over their connection. “We’ll be there in just a few minutes, okay?”

“Yes, okay,” another breath, steadier this time, “Please hurry, Link.”

She severed the communication, and Link moved to his clothing inventory, changing into the vai set in a stream of blue light. He navigated to the slate’s map, then glanced down at his companion.

“Ready, Wolfie?” he asked. An affirming bark was all he needed. “Then let’s go.”

Link tapped the screen over the Daqo Chisay shrine, dissolving into a familiar stream of blue light.

Shortly after Link materialized, Wolfie emerged from his own black teleportation portal, shaking out his pelt as his paws settled on the warm sand. Link ran his hand through the thick ruff at his neck as they walked to the town's main entrance, grateful as always for Wolfie's companionship.

They made their way through town to the palace, noticing a subtle tension simmering throughout the population. The strings of tension all gathered at Riju, whom they could see pacing from across the palace.

In just a few great strides, Link placed himself in front of Riju, taking her by the shoulders and meeting her eye. “Rij, you’re scaring everyone. Breathe.”

“Link! You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry.” She took several deep breaths, the tension slowly bleeding from her shoulders as she calmed down.

“Now,” Link said, pulling her down to sit near one of the decorative ponds, smiling as Wolfie laid his head in her lap, “tell me what happened.”

Riju took one last deep breath before holding out a shaking hand. In it was a scrap of distinctive red paper, and Link's stomach sank.

Taking it carefully, he read the words scrawled across its surface.

We have taken your beloved guard hostage. Return the Thunder Helm to our keeping and she may be returned to you.

“The guards found that pinned to the outer wall just before you arrived,” Riju explained.

“I don’t like that wording,” Link chewed on his lip beneath his veil. “Buliara may be returned if you surrender the Thunder Helm to the Yiga, but there’s no guarantee.”

“That’s what has me so scared,” Riju admitted. “We can’t leave her with them, but the Thunder Helm is our heirloom. At no guarantee…” She took a deep, shaky breath, tears welling in her eyes. “I don’t know what to do, Link.”

Link crouched on the floor, drawing her eyes to his. “I freed Barta the first time. I got the Helm back, too,” he reassured, “Leave this to me. I’ll have Buliara back by this time tomorrow.”

Riju threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. “Thank you, Link,” she whispered. “Please be careful.”

Link stood, nodding, then he and Wolfie made a beeline to the opposite side of town, where they rented one of Frelly's best-trained sand seals. It was still early evening when they left from the northwestern gate, beating an uneventful path towards Karusa Valley and the Yiga hideout.

They arrived at the base of the cliffs dominating the hideout as the moon was rising. Leaving the seal in the shadow of an overhang with some hydromelons, Link changed into his Sheikah stealth set, carefully and silently infiltrating the hideout, Wolfie padding at his side.

Link growled silently as he approached Barta's old cell, seeing it empty. The Yiga must be holding Buliara deeper in the base.

Understandable, but inconvenient.

Cautiously, Link and Wolfie made their way deeper and deeper, winding through corridors, hiding in alcoves, distracting with bananas as necessary until they came at last to a long hallway lined with barred cells. Water dripped somewhere nearby; the air smelled of mildew and rot.

Heart beating heavily in his chest, Link crept down the line of cells, seeing nothing inside until about halfway down – the giant Gerudo warrior was difficult to miss, crammed into a cell made for Hylians.

Link could tell Buliara had been hurt during her capture – large bruises and freshly scabbed over cuts could be seen all over her body, and the fading evidence of a black eye covered half her face. Despite all that, she was awake, glaring at him in distrust until he pulled his mask down, showing his face.

“Link,” she breathed, “why have you come?”

Link pulled the slate from his hip, using the magnesis rune to open the cell door as he responded. “Riju's been worried sick. She asked me to rescue you.” He finished fiddling with the rune and the door swung open on silent hinges. “Can you walk?”

Carefully, she unfolded herself from the cell, emerging into the corridor and stretching before she nodded. “Yes, Link, I can. Sarqso.”

“Don’t thank me just yet – we still have to get out of here…and you’re going to be rather difficult to hide.” He gave her a small, apologetic grin. “Sorry.”

“Do not apologize, little voe. I was not entirely conscious, but I do recall the difficulty I gave the Yiga scum when they imprisoned me. Do you have a plan?”

“Half of one, I think. All we really can do is try to sneak back the way we came. If they catch us, run like mad for the entrance – I left my sand seal at the base of the cliffs outside the hideout, so as long as we can get you out, you can take it back to Gerudo town.”

Buliara looked at him in concern, “And what about you, little voe?”

‘As long as I have my slate I can teleport to the shrine outside of town, I’ll be fine.”

Wolfie suddenly began to growl, staring further into the prison, and Link took that as their cue. “Time to go.”

He began to lead the way back out of the base, and with a lot of luck – and nearly all his bananas as distractions – they made it back to Barta's cell without incident.

“Last room,” he signed as they entered the narrow hallway. Buliara nodded.

FWEEEEEEET!

The piercing whistle stopped them in their tracks. Link's heart jumped into his throat at the deep chuckle of Yiga blademasters, watching as several imposing silhouettes appeared before them in puffs of red paper and smoke. The high cackle of Yiga footsoldiers sounded behind them and Link whirled around, trying to see how many Yiga they were surrounded by.

It was not an encouraging number.

He turned back to the blademasters when one of then spoke. “The Hero of Hyrule,” he sneered, “come to meddle once again.”

He drew his Windcleaver, pointing it at Link's neck. “It wasn’t enough that you murdered our leader? Now you must come and interfere with our prisoners.”

A few taps at his slate and Link was in his Hylian armor set, his own captured windcleaver in hand, held lightly at his side despite its weight. “Let us pass,” he demanded, with much more confidence than he truly felt, “I’ve bested your clan once before, and I will do it again.”

“Not a chance, Hero,” the blademaster hissed, closing ranks with his fellows. “We will eliminate the threat to our Lord Ganon, and be heralded as heroes in our own right!”

Link widened his stance, holding the windcleaver ready to charge, feeling his stamina slowly drain as he fed power to the blade. He consciously held Urbosa’s Fury back, not wanting Buliara or Wolfie to be injured in the close quarters. “You leave me no choice,” he whispered, then turned slightly to make eye contact with his companions. “Buliara, RUN!” he shouted, releasing the charge attack, sending out a massive wave of air that bowled over the blademasters in front of them.

She pushed past him, shouldering the stumbling guards out of the way. Link turned, catching a footsoldier's demon carver on his blade before it could slam into his side.

“Wolfie!” he called, releasing another charge attack to give himself some space, “Go with her! Make sure she gets back okay!”

His companion whined, teeth bared in defiance. A growl rumbled deep in the wolf's throat.

“GO!” Link shouted, switching his Windcleaver for the Master Sword and Hylian shield. “I’ll be fine!” He parried an attack from a vicious sickle, rushing in to press the advantage against the staggering soldier.

He heard Wolfie whine again, but then an affirming bark sounded along with receding pawsteps. Link let the focus of battle – block, thrust, dodge, parry, slash, flurry rush! – sweep over him, until an unseen sickle broke through his guard, carving a long gash across his right bicep.

Instantly, his focus was lost, and he gasped at the crippling numbness spreading across the limb. He tried to raise his shield to parry a demon carver but missed the timing, the weapon coming through and leaving a deep cut across his chest.

Breath coming high and fast, Link tried to keep up with the fight, but the tide had turned out of his favor. Before he knew it, the Master Sword had shattered in his hand, his shield was knocked from his grasp, the slate was torn from his hip, and his arms were pinned tight behind his back as a pair of footsoldiers forced him to his knees.

The sharp tip of a Windcleaver jabbed into the soft skin of his throat, forcing his head up to meet the emotionless glare of a blademaster's mask. “You’re ours now,” he chuckled darkly. “Good night, Hero.”

A sharp impact rang through his brain, and Link knew nothing more than pain.

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da-birb-writes-sometimes · 7 months

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How You Turn My World; Chapter 4

You finally find your way into the labyrinth, coming across some new and old faces; both friendly and malicious.

Character; Lilia Vanrouge

Content; Gender-neutral reader, reader is getting tired of being stuck here and smelling like a bog

Content Warnings; Swearing, some talk of death, reader passes out

Word Count; 2.2 K

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

As per usual, don't put my work into AI.

You were finally making some decent progress, what, with not being stuck in some bog and knowing somewhat of where you were going. A vast improvement really! Well, it would be, but unfortunately, you still reeked of rotten eggs and skunk — apparently the bog stench only got worse the longer it stayed on.

“Why did it have to dump me into the swamp,” you huffed, rounding yet another corner. “Like, it could have dumped me beside the water, but, no, no, let’s dump the magicless human right into the putrid bog water! A good guffaw, don’t you think? Ha ha ha HA!”

At least your au de Bog of Eternal Stench kept any would-be assailants away since you hadn’t run into anything (besides a rose bush, ouch) since you started making your way through the labyrinth. So maybe it wasn’t all that bad… damn, maybe your sense of smell was just used to it… hey, if stink helps you not die, then you would gladly stay stinky! Well, bitterly stay stinky is more like it.

“Assholes,” you muttered, rounding another corner.

But it wasn’t a corner; it was a crossroad. Three paths merged off of the one you were on.

… aren’t labyrinths just one long line? THIS IS A FUCKING MAZE?! You groaned, looking at your possible options which all looked exactly the same.

Decisions, decisions, decisions. Of course nothing is easy here, no no no! Gotta make things difficult now.

The hedge behind you rustled, and you whipped around, getting into a stance where you could either land a pretty good sucker punch to the hedge-stalker or make a mad dash away. But out of the hedge crawled out a small, fuzzy, caterpillar. And back at home you would have thought it was cute, but you learned your lesson from the doors; don’t trust it, or anyone for that matter.

You looked down at the caterpillar, and the caterpillar looked up at you, blinking slowly.

What are the chances…

“Do you know a way out,” you asked the caterpillar, crouching down so that you didn’t tower over it.

The caterpillar blinked at you again (apparently caterpillars in the Underground have eyelids, which isn’t the weirdest thing considering everything). “No,” it chirped and continued crawling on its merry way, wherever that may be. “But you’ll find the way.” And it disappeared into the growth of the maze, humming a little tune to itself.

You sighed, and pushed yourself back up, straightening out your shoulders and looking up to the sky. “I’ll find a way,” you breathed, looking up at the cloudless sky which was starting to turn a brilliant amber with the setting sun. “I might want to find a way is more like it.”

You looked back down to the ground, looking at the three paths in front of you. They all look the same, save for the ground making up paths themselves, with the middle and right paths looking well worn with travel. And while they may be well worn, there was a voice at the back of your head that was whispering caution. The left-most path was not as well travelled, with dead vines covering parts of it.

“Hopefully you’re right, little buddy since I could use all the luck I can get.” And you made your way down the path, hoping that it was the correct one and didn’t lead you to your death or some other unpleasant thing.

…

Lilia was at the entrance of the labyrinth, in front of the two doors.

“Have you seen a human, about this tall, a bit of a temper, and smelling foul,” he asked the doors.

The doors looked at each other before looking at Lilia. “And what’s it to you,” they said in unison.

Lilia smiled, but it was one of mild annoyance, not joy or amusement. “Royal orders I fear. You wouldn’t want the mistress finding out about you both tampering with a royal matter, would you?” The smile turned cat-like since Lilia had backed them into a corner.

The doors paled, with the blue door speaking up. “No no, sir! We would never dream of such a thing!!! Yes, there was a human, a wretched one at that, horribly rude!”

Lilia hummed, cocking a brow at the door. “I do think wretched is a bit of an overstatement now,” he whispered to himself. “Well, tell me where about they are then. The sooner I can collect them, the better for you lot.”

The red door sighed, “Near the heart of it, they took the left path.”

Left path? Why the left path leads to… Shit. Lilia mentally groaned, knowing that regardless of the path you took, you would end up having to deal with them eventually. “Your cooperation has been noted,” is what he said though, giving the doors both a nod before turning into a bat and flying over the labyrinth, trying to find you before you ran into whoever them was.

“Please be clever enough not to die,” he whispered to no one, hoping that he didn’t have to deliver your body to the Queen.

…

The left path brought you to what looked like a forest; with old-growth trees, ferns and moss covering the ground, and a list mist hanging in the air. It was peaceful and beautiful, with the setting sun illuminating the mist without burning it away.

But that would not last, night was fast approaching and you had nothing to protect you this time; no rowan tree to haul your ass up, and no sort of weapon to protect yourself besides the oh-so-lovely smell of the bog to deter something from eating you. You were pretty sure it would also keep away anything that wanted to otherwise snatch you up.

“AH!” Something jumped out from a tree, and you couldn’t fully register what it was since you were also screeching, much like the creature was at you; you with fright, the creature with amusement and joy.

Two other creatures jumped out from behind the trees and startled cackling, jumping, and clapping. Together, they surrounded you, with no way to really escape them without fighting through.

… you really should have read about fae species, since you didn’t know what they exactly were, or how dangerous they were either.

One pulled you near a pit and lit a fire, cackling in glee and dancing, trying to get you to join them. “Ah come on, human, have some fun! DANCE BABEY!!!!”

But you stayed still as more creatures came out of the shadows, dancing around the fire, giggling, cackling, and pulling a bit at your clothes to prompt you to join them. You didn’t know, cementing your feet down, your eyes watching their movements with caution.

‘Should you dance with the fae, you shall not stop dancing until you exhaust yourself. And once you wake up, you will continue dancing. This cycle will repeat itself until you dance to death.’

At least that was what the book said, and so you stayed still, regardless of how much the creatures pulled at you. While it looked like a grand old time, you remained where you were.

“I don’t have time for dancing,” you answered coldly, flinching from pinching fingers. You were also a bit shocked that Eau de Bog of Eternal Stench wasn’t keeping them away. Either, they couldn’t smell, or, they didn’t care that you smelled downright awful. “So this ‘baby’ won’t dance.”

And should I be offended by you calling me ‘baby’ or am I reading too much into it?

The main creature just shrugged and spun its dancing partner around. “Your loss human! More fun for us then! YIPPEE!!!” And it threw something in the fire to where you could feel the heat on your face.

What now? You were just standing there awkwardly as the creatures danced about, singing something that you couldn’t really make out. All you knew was that the heat, noise, and the dizzying dance of them was making your head pound, and throat scream in thirst. You hadn’t drank anything for over a day(?) — no, bog water did not count — and the heat from the fire made the thirst only worse. Shit.

“Ah, you don’t look too… hot there human,” one of the creatures snickered at its own joke at your expense. “Maybe if you dance with us, loosen up and have a bit of fun, then you can have a drink? Hmm? Dancing won’t kill you!” But its failed attempts at covering up its own malicious giggles were more than enough to stand your ground… which was coming at you quite fast since you practically collapsed.

Was it the thirst? The pounding migraine that wanted nothing more than to crawl into some dark hole and hide? Or your exhaustion from making that tiring trek, crawling yourself out of the bog and making the trek again, or the hours you had spent wandering around the maze with no real idea of where you were going? All you really knew was that you were now on the ground with the creatures poking at you to see if you were still alive.

“Aw, man! Are they already dead? That’s no fun!” One of the creatures pouted, raising up your arm, and you let it plop back to the ground. “Come on human! Get up! You’re not a party pooper are you?”

Scre you buddy! Can’t you read the situation?!

You were trying your best to stay quiet, which wasn’t all that hard, since all of your energy was gone.

“They best not be,” a familiar voice called out.

From your position, you couldn’t see who it was, but you could make out the creatures jumping away from you like you were the hot fire instead of the fire pit. But someone else was approaching until you could make out a pair of shoes in front of your face.

They crouched down beside you, placing their fingers gently at the base of your throat; taking your pulse. “Hmph, playing dead, are we, Beastie?”

That irritating chuckle. The annoying nickname. Those mischievous magenta eyes that now looked at you with curiosity and amusement.

It was him — Mr. Sparkles.

And he had just blown your act of playing possum (well, not really, since you had actually collapsed).

But you didn’t say anything, instead favouring to give him a dirty look. Yet he just shook his head in jest, and proceeded to pick you up and wrap you around his shoulders and neck like some sort of bizarre ermine pelt; better than being carried like a sack of potatoes or the bridal carry you supposed.

“Her majesty sends her regards for not turning or killing her guest,” Lilia offered the creatures. It would be such a waste and pity to see such an entertaining Beastie leave us too soon now. “But do know she won’t take to their condition lightly.”

My condition? I’m not some Victorian child with some unknown illness wreaking havoc on their body you know?! But all that you did was groan and cough. You couldn’t even cough in Mr. Sparkles’ (Lilia’s) face, since you had a lovely view of the moss-covered ground and the fae’s shoes.

He patted the back of your calves, and you would have kicked him if you had more energy, but you didn’t. “Now, we really should be off, since Beastie has… an hour to get out of this maze before they turn into some sort of worm, or a hedge; never know what this old labyrinth will decide on really.” Lilia chuckled at the thought (was it merriment, or was he happy that you weren’t joining the caterpillar you met earlier?).

“No,” you wheezed. “WoRm!”

“See! They said it themself! No worm! How lovely that we are on a similar wavelength, Beastie! Marvellous even!” Lilia exclaimed, and the both of you started levitating off of the ground. “Now, do enjoy your party, Fireys!”

The creatures (Fireys apparently) groaned but got back to their party, dancing around the fire like they didn’t just try to lure you to your death mere minutes before.

“Tsk tsk, Beastie,” Lilia’s tutting brought your attention back to him and you grumbled. “You owe me two favours now, you know. Lucky that I found you… although that part wasn’t hard. I thought you learned your lesson the first time you decided to take a dip into the Bog of Eternal Stench?”

You lightly kicked him, letting your irritation be known, but Lilia just hummed. “Now now, no need to be like that! Do you want to smell like a bog when you meet the mistress? She wouldn’t take kindly to your… unique aroma.”

You hissed out a breath since he decided to pinch at your ear rather harshly — prompting for you to answer. “No,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Also, do read up on that book, since you will want to know about the government and fae species etiquette!”

From a smelly bog and fumbling around a maze for hours on end, to finding yourself being taken to fae high society… was it too late to become some worm in the maze? I think being a worm actually has a better chance of me living.

But sadly, you were saved from an eternity of being a worm. Hopefully, Mr. Sparkles (Lilia) would cover for your blunders a little for when you found yourself in front of ‘the mistress’.

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To be continued!

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