Fight of the Champions

Chapter Fourteen - Miko

The blue light engulfed his senses, and then there was pitch darkness, and then he felt his body unfreeze. Immediately he continued his attack, throwing his trident forward, expecting it to hit Bahuma, only for it to hit nothing but air. His senses came back and he instantly understood.

He wasn't fighting Bahuma anymore. He wasn't in Hyrule at all anymore. No, he was, for some reason, standing alone in a vast void of light. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed it wasn't actually a void, but an infinite room, the floor a slightly darker shade than the walls and ceiling. He wasn't even sure it was a room, everything just seemed to go on forever. And beside him lay the tips of two severed fingers. He sprang back in disgust.

The more he looked, the more he realized he wasn't even alone. Around this weird room, space, world, thing, were small clumps of people. It looked like little more than a hundred people in all, mostly families, some knights and royal guards clumped around.

Two familiar looking people seemed to be rushing towards him, both dressed in rich blues.

He slung his trident over his back and went to go meet them, and then hesitated for a moment as he realized who these people were. The King and Queen of Hyrule, Link and Zelda. He fell into a kneel just as they reached him.

"Oh, get up," He felt a hand around his wrist as he was yanked to his feet by the Queen herself, "Your name's Miko, right? The Zora Prince?"

He awkwardly nodded.

"I'm so sorry this has happened to you too," She said, looking genuinely concerned, "Do you know what is happening out there? I've been asking everyone cursed to join us here, do you know if anything has happened to my daughter?"

His awkwardness only got worse through the onslaught of questions, but he spoke soon enough, "Yeah, I, uh, I know what's all happened, and your daughter, Zariah, she's safe, or I hope she is. She's an amazing fighter, honestly a little terrifying," He watched as the Queen's face filled with relief, only to whip over to the King in fury upon hearing the fighting part, he held up his hands in defense. After a moment of glaring, she turned back to him.

"Tell us everything,"

Moments later, the three of them sat together as Miko explained everything that had happened. From what he knew about Zariah's flight from the castle — which admittedly wasn't much at all — to Aadil's gathering of warriors, to all of their plans and training together, up until that last battle. He could still picture it vividly, Bahuma appearing right behind Aadil, that mad rush as he'd sprinted to protect Aadil. Miko could still see him laying there next to him, holding him as he died. He still remembered how distraught he'd been, and how quickly that'd turned to rage and determination. He wished he could've killed Bahuma, for everything that he did, for Aadil.

And then he'd come back, by some miracle, he'd returned and viciously attacked Bahuma. All of that effort, and it didn't even seem to hurt him at all. The last thing he remembered seeing was his attack on Bahuma, and then Jira's shout, his mind stuck on how Aadil had tried to hold him back. If only he'd succeeded, he wouldn't be stuck in this hell.

"So they're fighting back?" And Zariah, she's with them?" the Queen asked.

"She's the reason we all got together to fight," Miko said, reassuring them, "And she's in great hands, I'm certain that nothing bad will happen to her,"

The Queen almost looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"So Aadil is leading the fight?" The words came from a deeper voice from the side, and Miko turned to face the speaker only to be frozen still out of shock.

He wasn't quite sure what was more shocking, the fact that Ganondorf himself was talking to him, the fact that his tone resembled something that sounded like concern, or his appearance. After several years of hearing tales of this king of darkness, riding on a nightmarish horse, clad in black armor, his eyes the thing of nightmares, he was shocked to see the guy in what was practically pajamas. Granted upon closer observation, they were actually nicely embroidered robes. Furthermore, his eyes weren't actually the thing of nightmares and he looked old, with grey in his hair. He really just looked like an older, more tired Aadil.