An Unwarranted Hero

Meeting Daniel

After another three times of running between the smashing ceiling, I make it to the other side. The door opens and I'm finally in another room. It's a normal round room, another one with a large canvas on the wall. This one doesn't look like a portrait though. It looks eerie and distorted. The colors are faded to ghostly whites and greys. I don't think I really want to talk to the Poe of this painting. I look around and see a couple pots on either side of a large golden door, which I'm guessing is the door that the fancy key goes to, which leads to Daniel, where I might die.
I check in the pots, wanting to be as prepared as I possibly can before I go in. I stock up on arrows, and I even find another floaty pink fairy that I catch in my free bottle. The other one must have been what saved me from dying after that stupid guard tried to kill me.
When I can't put it off any longer, I pull the fancy key out and stick it in the huge lock. The chains clatter as they fall away from the door and it swings open. With a deep breath, that isn't as steadying as I would have liked it to be, I walk through into a cool dark room.
A distant torch above me lights the outline of a circular staircase to my right, the shiny outline of pointed metal at the top, and I slowly climb, my hand clutching the railing as I go up the spiraling two dozen stairs to a circular platform. There are more torches up here, with the spiked railing going around the entire platform. I look around and shiver, I swear something's watching me. Slowly, the room starts to lighten and at first I can't tell why. Then I realize that there are six paintings, the same creepy, distorted paintings as the one in the other room, displayed high on each wall of the pentagonal room. They're starting to glow. I stare at the one in front of me as the face bubbles out of the painting, its mouth ripped open in an eternal grin, but its large eyes drooped in sadness and regret.
    I start backing up, my eyes fixated on the form dozens of feet above me, but a shing sound of metal warns me that I'm probably trapped. The grotesque figure floats forward, but then a dark purple circle in the painting spins out and sucks him back in. An echoing laugh bounces around the room and I retreat to a corner of the railing, crouching down and pulling my longbow out to prepare myself. I keep my eyes wide open.
A wisp of purple above me to my right draws my attention and I quickly aim at the phantom, letting the thick arrow fly. The arrow pierces the forms' shoulder, and he screams and falls to the ground, panting. I run over and jump attack, causing him to yell. I get in another half slice before he floats back up and morphs into a painting. I go back to my corner and set up my bow again.
This time, the purple comes from the painting way up in front of me. I steady my bow and wait as the distorted ghost comes out of the painting, cackling. I release the arrow and it hits square in his chest. He falls to the floor and I attack, getting another jump attack and slice in before he flies back up and gets sucked back into the painting. When he re-enters the painting, it turns black. I look around at the paintings and see that the other one he had come out of was black, too. I start to worry. I can't do this four more times. I only have three more arrows.