7th installment of the VGNU.
As the land of Hyrule fights to reform, an old evil reawakens on an island where it was imprisoned.
Secreting themselves away, the Princess of this land and her chosen hero travel to put this evil to rest permanently...
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Link, Roger, Paul and Barry, stood on the cliff overlooking the whole of the island they'd traversed. They could see the forest, spreading along the edge of the island; they could see the river that ran through it; they could see Mt. Talus still frozen in ice; and off in the far east, just passed the forest, they could see the tiny spec of grey that was the shrine to the Four Sword. Mt. Kasai's flames had finally died down, the ash settled.
But they could see something else now as well; Vaati's castle, floating in the clouds above the forest. It didn't look evil, or menacing, or anything like they'd expected what a castle belonging to such a powerful villain would've looked like. And yet, despite it's looks, they could feel the evil radiating from it.
"That's where Zelda is," Link said. "We should be able to get there before midnight."
Roger stopped Link from starting down the mountain. "We just went through all that and you're not even going to ask if the rest of us want to rest?"
"We have everything we need, and the end is right there," Link told him. "Knowing that, I can't stop here."
"We're no good half dead," Paul reminded him.
Link stared at the castle for a moment. "I'm not resting here," he decided, moving passed Barry. "It's downhill. We can rest at the bottom."
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The sun started setting as they made their way across what was left of the river. The waters were calm here, and warm. It was actually refreshing after the trial of the volcano. As soon as they were back on the other side they started making camp, drying themselves off. Roger started the fire for cooking, Paul fished for food, and Barry and Link set up a place to sleep.
The ash on the ground helped with the fire, but Roger had to go hunting for big enough rocks to keep the flames contained. By the time that was done though, the campsite was finished. They didn't have anything to use as shelter, but at least the ground had been cleared enough to sit comfortably.
Paul however, had a harder time catching anything. He returned to the others with two fish. "Not much fish stayed when the volcano erupted," he said dejectedly.
"It's more than we've eaten all day," Roger told him. He started skinning and preparing the fish.
As he did, the others caught each other up on their sides of history. Barry and Paul talked about the boy they were cloned from, and Link talked about his experiences growing up as the son of a farmer and a knight. When the food was finally done, Roger interrupted to hand everyone their share.
"Wouldn't it be great if things like this didn't happen every hundred or so years?" Link muttered. "There'd be more fish."
"Yeah," Paul agreed, looking at the fourth of a portion he got. Two fish hadn't been enough to feed one of them, but half a fish each?
