The Smallest and Most Important Realm There Is

Chapter Twenty Four

Professor: Currently sitting bored out of my mind in my English class. So what do I do? I write! Perfect distraction! (And don't worry, not failing any classes, I just know everything this teacher is teaching because this course belongs in high school, it just is in a college for some reason...)

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"So it was just monsters in coffins?" Amy asked for the third time.

Quill just nodded. He hadn't been very talkative since he asked her about some random guy named Rory. Why Quill was even asking her that was confusing to Amy. Maybe Rory was a Rito that she had met when they visited Dragon Roost? She couldn't be sure. All she knew was that Quill was hiding something; he wasn't acting like his usual self, that was for sure.

"Nothing else?" she said, "Nothing at all?"

"None." Was his response.

She sighed, "What about those moving shadows that we saw before we went down the hole? That had to be something."

Quill waited a moment before responding as if he was thinking over his answer. Finally he said, "I'm fairly certain that those were Poes. They have strange powers and could easily bend shadows to their will to try to scare us. Sometimes they become shadows themselves."

"Poes?" Amy smirked and raised an eyebrow, "Let me guess....ghost potatoes."

Quill rolled his eyes, "Jest if you must, but I'm not lying. Poes are real."

Amy held back a chuckled, "If they are real...then what are they? Hyrule's Poe-lice?"

He stopped and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Having fun?" he asked with slight sarcasm in his voice.

She could have giggled, "Quill...cheer up. Don't let the Poes get you down."

"This isn't a joke," he said, not showing any emotion.

"Ok," she huffed and crossed her arms, "I'm done. Just tell me what they are."

He sighed, "They are supposed to be a myth, nothing but an old wives tale. But....apparently they exist. They are ghosts. In fact, they used to be people. Poes are the spirits of people that linger in our world. A Poe is created through pure hatred towards the world. When a person can't let go of something, their spirit sticks around until they can face what is keeping them tied to our world. With Poes, that restless spirit hates what happened to them in life and that hatred turns them into Poes, unable to move onto the next life. They are no longer human and they gain unnatural powers from the Dark Magic that resides in our world. At least...that is how the legends go. No one has seen a Poe in hundreds of years. Seems like they've been hiding here."

"How exactly do you fight them then?"

They continued walking down the hallway, "Some legends say only the pure of heart can attack them while others say that all you need is light."

"Light?" Amy asked.

He nodded, "They are only legends though, so we will have to fight a Poe to actually find out what will work."

"Then let's hope light works. The only pure of heart one in our group is Link." Amy huffed.

Quill's eyebrows scrunched together, "Why do you say that?"

"Look at him," Amy said, "What part of Link actually thinks about himself? He would die for a complete stranger if it meant that they were happy, no second thought about it. And if he knew that he would die from helping them, he still would. There is not one shred of darkness in that boy at all."

"...True."

And with that they fell into silence, continuing their walk down the hallway. Finally, they got to a spot where Quill spoke up, "Here, this is where I started."