Fight of the Champions

Epilogue - Corvus

Corvus jerked awake in the darkness with a single shout, her heart throbbing. She dreamed she was back there again, trapped, powerless to do anything while Jira was brought to the verge of death at Bahuma's plans. She relived every second, every night in her dreams and every moment her mind strayed. She could never escape the sounds of the battle waging in her head. Why did she ever listen to Bahuma? She should've left, she should've abandoned the fight altogether.

Already she was forgetting the feeling that had rushed through her when she murdered Bahuma. Did she even feel vindicated at all? Did she feel anything?

She'd lost count of how many days had passed since she was put in here. When it happened, she didn't even want to speak up or fight back against it, she just felt tired. She'd drained herself, after everything that had happened that day. It hurt when the Queen sent her down here, it hurt to watch everyone around her stare as she was pushed away, but she just couldn't have dealt with it.

The dungeons of Hyrule Castle weren't too horrible. They were deep underground, several metal bars blocked any kind of escape, walls separated her cell from the ones beside hers, inside was a rock hard bed and a chamberpot. In the morning, a soldier would come, give her food and turn the lights on, and at night she'd get food and the lights would be put out. That was the only way she kept up with time.

As far as she knew, she was the only prisoner there. Several days ago, there was another prisoner across the hall from her, a petty thief. He'd tried to talk to her, goaded her, but she kept her head up and didn't say a word.

Corvus closed her eyes again, resting her head against the wall, what was she going to do with herself? Her shoulder began to throb again, slowly getting more and more painful and sharp. She rubbed it, as she pressed down, it got more painful. The remnants of the wound she'd received from Jira, when she'd stopped her. What would've happened if she'd succeeded in helping Bahuma? She immediately shook the thought from her mind.

She had no idea what happened after the fight, she had no idea what happened to the others, or how Hyrule recovered, she was left completely in the dark. The others probably got rewarded somehow.

She cursed herself again for actually listening to Bahuma. Where would she be now if she'd ignored him and abandoned the fight, or— even more insane— if she'd actually fought with Jira and the others. She probably could've stopped Bahuma before he did anything.

Not for the first time she caught herself subconsciously plucking her feathers, letting them fall to the ground. She gripped her wrist tight, stopping the blood that threatened to flow.

She wasn't going to do that herself, not again. She wasn't going to let herself fall that low again.

She dreamed of Rito Village, what happened to the village? It had been so long since she'd been there last. She hated every last one of the Rito, but her heart longed to see the valley again, see the mountains on the horizon, to breathe in the cool fresh air.

If there was anything she hated about being stuck in the dungeons, it was how trapped she felt. Not so much in terms of being constricted, but being so far away from the rest of the world, from seeing the skies, the landscapes, the sun...

She heard a door opening and closing and expected firelight to dance against the hallway floors. It must be time for breakfast.

But no light was lit. She couldn't even hear any footsteps.

Maybe she just imagined it.

Until the shadow of a person appeared before her cell. She blinked several times to make sure she was seeing right. And then there was light, a rich blue light coming from some strange circular machine. The figure placed it on the floor and let it illuminate their person.