The Legend of Zelda: Wicked Ice

Frying Pans and Fires

Chapter 2

Malon trekked through the sewer for what seemed like hours. Her dress was ruined which upset her most harshly. It wasn’t one she had made. No. She had dozens of those. This particular dress had been acquired through a trade between a human who was looking for Hylian pottery. Humans were rare in Hyrule, more so than elves who seldom came out of hiding. At last when she came to the end of the long sewer tunnel she held her sword up to the rock wall. It was barely glowing at this point, but it was enough for her to make out a small discrepancy in the dead end in front of her. Part of the wall stuck out in the center, like a little knob that wanted to get pushed. Malon, not wanting to be in the sewer any longer obliged the urge to push the button and to her relief the heavy rock wall in front of her began to groan as it moved away, opening up a path to the outside world. She held her free hand over her eyes as she entered the bright world once more. Strange. When she was in the castle with Zelda the entire world seemed to go pitch black around them. Malon turned around to face the castle and realized why. Clouds were completely covering it now. The castle wasn’t visible at all.

“Oh my…this is new.”

With her thoughts focused on finding Link and saving her home from the wretched Ganondorf, Malon did not see the patrol of Moblins behind her, but she was made suddenly aware of their presence when one of them made a high-pitched inward gargling-like scream. She spun around, sword in hand. Zelda had given her a Longsword, though she was much more accustomed to a Rapier and a short dagger. There were seven moblins in total, none of which were on horses, fortunately. She held the sword in both hands, ready for the oncoming fight which, unless the goddesses had other plans, was going to happen.

“As kan no mau!” it was the same voice as had let out the awful scream. Malon’s knowledge of the moblin tongue wasn’t at the quality of a scholar, but she understood the gist of it. Kan meant girl and mau, in this case, meant kill. Quickly Malon tried to remember if moblins continued to fight if their leader was killed. It seemed to her that the little one with the high pitched squirrelly voice was the one in command. She only hopped that her memory was telling her the right thing.

Taking the fight to them Malon struck first, charging at the moblin she believed to be the leader. He backed away quickly and was surrounded by two of his largest soldiers. Malon swung the longsword in circular pattern, slicing through both moblins like butter. The elf made sword didn’t just look beautiful after all, even after many centuries it still cut like the day it was made. Inwardly she reminded herself to thank Zelda if they ever defeated Ganondorf.

With the annoying moblin once again in her sights Malon approached him slowly. He reached for two handles behind his back and pulled out two morning stars-very vicious clubs with dozens of spikes at the end around the ball. He laughed through a smile that showed his teeth, teeth greener than the grass he stood on.

He attacked quickly, using both clubs to keep Malon off balance. Malon, of course, had learned a lot from her husband, and feigning a losing battle had been his longest course. “You have to make it look convincing in order for it to work,” he had said to her. To Link’s credit he was right. The moblin was eating up everything she gave him. He was attacking her thinking he winning when in reality he was moving further and further away from his two remaining allies. When she thought the gap was enough Malon reversed her simple parry into a frontal assault, knocking one of the moblin’s morning star clubs away from him. Realizing he had been tricked he called for his underlings to come to his side, but it was already too late. Malon began to force the moblin back, attacking the disgusting beast as quick as she would with such a heavy sword. The moblin’s foot caught itself in a dirt patch, distracting him long enough for Malon to go in for the kill. With swift efficiency she brought her sword down on her enemy’s neck, nearly cleaving the head clear off.

Seeing their leader killed before their eyes, the two remaining moblins turned and ran. Malon was free once again to search for Link.

“Oh dear husband. Get back here fast. I may complain that your sister sends you on to many quests but now your home needs you.” She spoke it to herself, but her intention was for the wind to carry her words to Link. If her prayer somehow reached him maybe he would arrive sooner.