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Legend of Zelda: Book of Mobius	By : Meggiez Category: Zelda > General Views: 4692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The female zora reached between the gears of the pump, trying to wedge her body closer to reach the damaged parts. A growl escaped where a string of obscenities could not, her thin lips unable to move since it held the extra screws and widgets. The gills along her side fluttered and the zora engineer paused for a breath to wipe her brow with the damp rag hanging on her neck and returning to the task of replacing a broken gear and rusted widgets. Her tiny scales were a dusky teal along her back, fading into the silver of her underbelly. A coral hue on the flesh extended between the delicate green spines of her pectoral fins that were flush along her arms.
Where other zoras had long, tapered tail-fins protruding from the back of their heads, Ralalu had a short stubby one with large flat fins. It fit well with her unusually stocky body decorated with wispy coral colored swirls. Gold speckles lined where her eyebrows would normally be, gliding along the edges of her face and tapering down her neck to her meager lumps.
A heavy belt rested snug on her thin hips. Pouches hung bulky with extra parts. Tools in a wild assortment ranging from wrenches, sockets, screw drivers and clamps were tucked in corresponding leather loops on the twin belts crossing her chest from shoulder to hip. A monkey wrench and crowbar hung on her back, both barely shorter than her five-foot frame.
The sounds of fighting echoed off the tangle of pipes and engine works, barely calling for the young zora’s attention. She could feel another fracture in the wall to the cylinder casing. Nimble fingers gave a deft twist, ignoring the grunt of the swordsman battling what sounded like tektites to Ralalu’s sensitive hearing. Replacing the gear, she reached into a pouch and pulled out a tube and unscrewed the cap. She squeezed the thin metal tube and filled the crack with caulk, carefully smoothing it over until it sealed it completely. Replacing the tube, Ralalu crawled through the pipes where she knew a –
“Hurry the hell up, fish girl!” Link roared from outside the sanctuary the zora navigated. The engineer’s emerald eye twitched and her concentration shattered.
“Shut your bloody mouth, sword!” She snapped, dropping the two screws and widget in the process. They clinked and panged off the pipes and engine with Ralalu’s curses following. Growling, she used pliers on the broken wing nut, tucking in the useless part in her junk pouch and continuing to repair the tiny parts that held her precious machine together.
Link cursed again, cutting off the legs with a quick swipe before impaling a leaping tektite. He shook his damp bangs from his eyes, flinging sweat. Ash settled to fall through the grated floor. No more of the leaping Unknowns erupted from the large pipe set in the granite and coral wall near the dripping ceiling. Most of the rooms resembled the one he stood in, an eerie mix of the ocean floor and machinery. Not clockwork, as Ralalu had corrected empathetically.
Like I really care what the hell she’s trying to do.Link grimaced and sheathed the Master Sword, the palms itching and burning beneath the leather of his gauntlets. The exposed fingers were an angry red and the blonde was hard pressed not to rub the flesh. If the sword weren’t ten times more effective than his last sword, he wouldn’t bother. The outcome overrode the consequences.
Link pulled out his map, wincing at all the rooms they had gone through in the past few hours. The entire plant was composed around a circular main chamber. The various components were spread on seven levels that involved clamoring down pipes, vines and bulky equipment. Reno suffered through the indignity by staying on Link’s shoulders. The depth they were going was starting to bother Link. The air would start to press against his body soon, he was sure.
If I knew it was going to be this troublesome, I would have just let her come in here alone. The blonde thought in disgust. His insistence that Ralalu needed his help was the only reason he was down here to begin with. Of course, I should have suspected that this cursed mission wouldn’t be easy when Monk looked so pleased with charging me with it. That’s what I get for letting Viscen bait me, though.
The teen let out an explosive sigh, tilting his head back to let the cool dripping water caress the warm flesh of his forehead. He let his eyes slip to the side and meet the violet of Reno’s. The fox hadn’t spoken much since they left Kakariko. It would bother him, but the weird dungeon he’d wandered into was far more troubling. Where the Yards had been overwhelming alive, this one seemed near death. With each room and every piece that Ralalu rebuilt, the pulse became steadier and more evident. It didn’t take long for chests of rupees and small keys to appear.
Ralalu didn’t care either way, as long as it gave her easy access to each of the rooms to tinker with her precious machinery. She didn’t seem to care that the Unknowns were tricky. Steel urchins, pollywogs in bubbles of water, keese, clams and blobs of jelly were of no consequence to her. They couldn’t reach her in the shielding maze of pipes she dwelled in.
“Done.” She announced, more to herself than for Link’s benefit. She swung out of the mass of pipes and headed for the door. “Next floor down. We’re going to hit the stagnant water.”
“You said that the domain was completely dry.” Link pointed out. The world on the outside was a series of bowls and rocky overhangs that would be waterfalls. The Domain was situated on top of the plant and had some role in helping to clean the water during the final stages. The zoras that waited out there were pitiful, bodies graying and cracking from being dry for too long. Lethargic and weak, they curled upon themselves in the dirt, unable to respond to anything.
Green eyes flicked back over the thick shoulder, tilting her head since she barely reached his shoulders on her toes. He’d been disturbed by the sight of her pod in the condition they were in. Ralalu knew it had more to do with their very freakishness than empathy. The fox hadn’t even spared them a look. If she were concerned over such things, she would have refused Link’s help then. It was practicality that made her accept his help. Though she hid most of the time, the Unknowns were a bother when she needed to switch rooms. Viscen had been just as helpful during the early stages.
“We’re a few hundred feet under ground. The water down there has been there since the Shift. One or two zora is fine, but an entire pod of them?” She gave him a bland look. Sometimes she thought that Link was entirely too thoughtless for his own good. For as high and mighty as he acted most of the time, he didn’t seem to think beyond land.
She led Link to the main chamber, swinging down the side and sliding down the vines to the next level down. She could feel the imminence of finally getting the old plant running again. She just needed to figure out what was blocking the intake and outlet pipes that were at the deepest part of the plant. She ignored the long-eared boy as she felt along her connection to the machines for the next area that required her attention.
The plant had originally taken water in from four sources; Kakariko (now Crow Bait Lake), the river that used to run through Dolstrol (now ruins and the river dried up), Troston (now a swamp and no longer letting the water flow towards the ruins); and various underwater springs that dwell beneath Narein (now Death Mountain). The treatment facility would then process the water through various stages to remove the filth and pollution before pumping it back out to the various cities through a system of pipes. Ralalu already cut off the avenues to the river, not wanting her precious water be wasted.
Now Zora’s Domain would only get it from two sources, but the Kakariko source was more abundant now that it was a lake. Eventually, the Crow Bait Lake would be habitable once more. The zora wouldn’t be confined to just their domain. Of course, the goron would have their hot springs up and running soon. They didn’t know of them yet, but Ralalu could feel them forming at the edges of her plant’s reach.
A strange chiming noise sounded at her back broke her conversation. The zora frowned, giving a brief thought to how long she’d been working. She’d managed to finish off the repairs for the room. The emerald eyes blinked and she stuck her head out of the pipes. “What was that?”
“Uh…I opened the chest. This is…nice.” The teen sounded a little perplexed and the fox that rode on his shoulder made a growling purr of appreciation.
The zora stared at the piece of jewelry the teen had managed to find in the large chest. He was holding it up to the light with one hand, letting the strange chain drape from his fingers. Three faceted, round sapphires were set in gold, the chain appeared to be the silvery blue hue of zora scales linked together.
“Looks like the engagement stone setting that’s popular.” Ralalu commented, not really interested in such things but curious on why it was in her plant. Link moved to place it over his head. She made a noise of warning. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
“Why?” He gave her an indulgent look.
“You found it in a water treatment plant that re-made itself, attached itself to me mentally, and locks you into combat every few moments. Maybe it’s planning to get hitched to you?” Ralalu pointed out, cocking her head to the side. Link’s dark blue eyes flicked over the innocently glinting bit of jewelry warily before giving a shrug and dropping it over his neck and dropped it under his white shirt and chain mail. Link shook his chest to move let the necklace settle in a more natural position, looking smug.
The blonde gave a sudden yelp, grabbing at the necklace desperately. Ralalu raised a none-existent eyebrow as the strings of the white shirt were loosened and she could see the scales had latched onto his flesh. Blood leaked down the pale skin, soaking into the cloth. The fox jumped off, looking curious, but unworried as the teen stopped scratching at the jewelry.
“There’s a lesson in this.” Ralalu mused, swinging down and walking to the swordsman. He didn’t look so cocky now. She glanced down his shirt. “Ouch.”
Link growled in response, hand snapping out and wrapping around her neck. He lifted her off the grating, teeth bared in rage. “You little twit! What the bloody hell is this thing?!”
Ralalu wondered briefly if she should struggle but decided against it. Since his fingers were cutting off the avenue that she spoke, so she settled for a quirked brow. The zora considered being worried, but Link’s grip wasn’t cutting off all her breath, just making it impossible to speak. What she found impressive was that he was able to hold her so effortlessly.
Alone, she weighed close to one hundred fifty pounds being stockier than the average zora. With all of her tools on, she reached closer to two hundred thirty at the least. The swordsman didn’t even look bothered taking into account the last few hours had been almost a constant battle.
The cerulean eyes blinked, cleared after a moment and he dropped her. She didn’t even stumble and just cleared her throat. “If we’re done here?”
“Yes.” He grated out, flushing brightly.
“Next time listen to me, sword.” The engineer pointed out, striding towards the door. She paused at the ledge, looking down. “You can’t go any further in any case. There’s nowhere for you to get air after this. Not till we hit the Control Room, and you can’t last that long.”
The emerald eyes flicked back and met the teen’s gaze. “You don’t look like you can swim with all that gear, either.”
“Who’s to say I don’t have a re-breather mask in my tunic?” Link countered, giving her a nasty look before glancing down at the water a few feet below.
“Well, let’s find out, shall we?” Ralalu suggested in ire, giving his shoulder a good shove. The blonde gave a shocked gasp, wind milling before hitting the water heavily. The zora watched curiously a few moments, a little surprised when the swordsman didn’t pop back up after a few heartbeats. Of course she did point out that this exact thing would happen, but he’d gone and smarted off at her and she lost her good sense in the process. “Oh, bloody. His corpse is going to pollute the water.”
Ralalu dove into the water, elegant despite the added weight of the tools. The moment her face touched the water, the sensation of the second eyelid gliding over and making the underwater world as clear as the one above. She could see Link far below, sinking like a rock. He seemed to have given up on trying to pull his way to the surface and was holding his hands over his face in a vain attempt to avoid sucking water into his greedy lungs.
Gritting her pointed teeth in annoyance, she surged towards the swordsman. Her entire body snaked and wove through the water, knowing it was impossible to save his life, but wanting him out of the water at the very least. Bubbles expelled from her gills as she rushed, her lungs filling with the stale water.
Link watched with growing panic and horror as Ralalu glided towards him. His lungs begged for air, his body trying to breathe despite the only outcome would be death. All the gear on his back made it near impossible for him to even orient his body in the water. He hadn’t been in anything deeper than a bathtub since he left the Kakariko cemetery.
She’s going to be too late, she won’t be able to carry me back up, she’s going to be too latehurryhurryhurryhurryhelphelphurryhelphurryHURRY!
She reached out and he couldn’t help but to do the same. Bubbles burst from his lips and he inhaled the fluid on reflex, gorging his lungs with the liquid. Pain ripped through his body, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he tried to breathe and clear his lungs at the same time. Heat built up along the necklace and blue light exploded from under his tunic.
She flinched and angled sharply, up and away from the dieing teen.
Link shuddered and seized beneath the light. His lungs continued to work despite the fire. The light dissipated slowly and Link drew in another lungful of water, but didn’t feel like he was drowning. The blue eyes opened slowly. The blurry underwater world resolved to sharpness. He took another breath and felt normal.
He floated for a moment, trying to get his bearings. From the look of Ralalu staring down at him in shock, he wasn’t the only one. He felt his face gently, but was confused on what he felt there. His mind couldn’t quite grasp what had happened so he decided to just be pleased that he wasn’t dead.
Ralalu approached the teen slowly, curious at the sudden transformation that occurred. His flesh had a distinct teal tinge of zora flesh. The tunic had streamlined to his body, the only thing that was free to wave and flutter being his hat.
Ralalu wove around his body. The teen watched her with large, luminous eyes. She hovered before him and nodded in satisfaction. The zora did a half back flip, kicking towards the depths. Link followed after a moment, feeling decidedly odd. He tried to speak, but his voice was garbled too badly to be decipherable. Ralalu threw a look over her shoulder.
‘Don’t try to talk. You’re no Zora.’ she informed him in a voice that echoed in his head. At his startled look, a self-satisfied smile twisted her thin lips. ‘Just follow me, sword.’
The rest of the plant was cleared easily enough. There were only clams and jellyfish that Link dispatched without much in the way of effort. Ralalu opened the hatch to the last area, pulling her body up and into the control room. Link followed, surprised that the room was not filled with water. He rolled onto the dry floor, heaving the water from his lungs so he could process air once more. The green canvas no longer clung to his skin because of the jewel, but was still soaked through.
There was a thick wall of glass giving a view to the clear water. The room seemed to glow from the branches of coral that twisted from the wall and ceiling. Ralalu hummed as she flipped heavy switches and pressed buttons. There was a click as status board indicators flipped to inform the zora which areas were in working order.
“Good…good…just need to find out why the Kakariko intake isn’t working…” The zora murmured as she skimmed over the indicators. “I think that the pipes are blocked…”
A dull roar and something slapping the glass caught both their attention. Blue and green eyes shot towards the window, showing a huge eel grinning at them from the water. Ralalu hissed a curse, but Link was already opening the scuttle hatch so he could enter the tank. The zora flicked him a look. The blue eyes met hers and he shrugged.
“I’ll be quick, alright?” he looked utterly at ease. She frowned, thinking he was being foolhardy, but kept her thoughts to herself.
Link looked down at the circle of water, a wavering red shield with delicate gold depicting a pig beast taunted him. He sighed and slipped through it and into the tank.
The eel was intimidating. A zora was perched on it’s back, looking amused and just as confident as the thief.
‘Took your time, didn’t you?’The zora crooned the teen’s head. ‘Guess there’s no reason to rush your death?’
Link expelled bubbles in a sigh, wondering if all Ganon’s followers had to do the useless taunts. He floated and had time to put his hand on the sword hilt when the eel flashed forward. Link jerked back, managing to slam his boots on the eel’s snout. The eel’s momentum jetted the long-eared teen into the wall. The eel roared, teeth flashing as it reared back to prepare for another strike.
He yanked his arm up, bubbles flaring around his form as he shot the claw forth. It caught the back of the eel’s throat, dragging him towards the gaping maw. The zora riding the beast laughed manically, pointing up at what the blonde could only assume was Ralalu.
The wall of flesh rushed towards him, ramming into it with his shoulder as the claw disengaged and the jaw snapped shut. The throat rippled, trying to push the teen down into the waiting gullet. Crushed against the muscled tongue, Link braced his boots against the throat as he dragged a bomb free to roll down the working esophagus.
He had about a minute before the bomb would explode. The throat worked furiously, making it hard to reach back and grab his blade. Gritting his teeth, the burning tingle of the hilt finally met with his grip. A brief respite as the eel paused for breath, the throat opening up and the sword sliding from the sheathe. Just as the pressure was being applied again, Link drove the blade through the soft flesh allowing the muscles to push him down.
The blade ripped through the trachea, carving a path as the teen allowed his body to be swallowed. Water and blood washed over him, the muscles vibrating as a roar tried to tear free of the ruined throat. Bubbles spilled out of the gaping wound along with the gore. The eel began to thrash, managing to dislodge Link its wound.
Tumbling in the churning water and blood, Link tried to orient himself. Taking a moment to sheath the Master Sword so he c could concentrate on swimming, the teen flailed about. The machinery around him seemed to wake up, the gears grinding and pistons pumping. The water shivered as the suction from the pipe that the eel and zora resided in tried to drag the beast down.
Finding his bearings, Link turned towards the direction the bubbles traveled, hoping to escape before the massive Unknown ashed. Something latched onto his boot. Link twisted, surprised to see that the zora had pulled from the eel and was grinning maliciously at him.
‘Leaving so soon?!’ The zora yelled, showing yellow, sharp teeth in a nasty grin. He laughed, the sound grinding against Link’s mind.
Growling, the blonde kicked at the hand, but he couldn’t break the grip. Link reached for his sword, but the eel chose that moment to ash. A whirlpool was born, dragging them both into the depths. Link’s hands were ripped away from his sword, the swirling water pressing his lungs to the point the couldn’t draw a breath. The zora latched onto his back, a scaly blue arm wrapping around his throat. The pressure increased and Link watched the world speed away from him as the world faded to black.
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Ralalu looked down at the whirlpool, the splashing roar of the water music to her ears. Her green eyes scanned the surface, knowing that the chances of Link escaping the drag were thin. In fact, the chances of the long-eared teen’s survival were near nil. Once he passed into the pipes, there were quite a few places to become wedged. Even if he could breathe under the water, he would starve to death or be crushed by the pressure.
Her conscience gave a twinge. She didn’t like being the cause of the teen’s death. It was a little sad considering he’d managed to kill the eel to before she finally got the plant going. It was a kick in the teeth. The stocky zora shrugged her shoulders, clamoring from the control room and into the pipes that would take her back up to the main level of the center chamber. His death had meaning in her eyes and did little to dampen the contentment now that her treatment plant was up and running again.
She would travel back to Kakariko and update the Sages on the condition of Zora’s Domain. Now that the plant was up, the water level would return. The Zora were no longer in danger of drying up to empty husks. She would also have to fill them in on the fate of their errand boy.
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Raliz dragged his body from the polluted lake with a great deal of effort. He coughed out the oily water, clearing his bruised lungs before managing to stand and look back at Crow Bait Lake. The spirits were screaming over the glassy surface, their pale bodies great white streaks against the night sky. The air trembled with the force of their rage at having the one they felt was responsible for their suffering in their midst.
Ice traced across the surface in lacey designs, cracking sharply in the air as mist began to gather. Their howls reached a chilling crescendo and Raliz couldn’t repress a shiver.
He hadn’t managed to kill the teen in the tunnels they’d tumbled through. The current had made it impossible for him to break the scrawny neck. They’d been blown apart when they exited the tunnel. Link had sunk towards the city while Raliz floated to the surface in a daze.
“Bloody…” He cursed, spitting out the oily taste in his mouth. He should go back down and finish the job, but Raliz didn’t think he would survive the pollution. Link had magic to make the water pure, but the zora had no such protection. “I’ll just have to wait.”
He was ready to plop heavily onto the damp ground beside the lake when a soft footfall caught his attention. The zora tipped his head back, green eyes widening at the man who stood at his back. He stood in a rush, turning to bow to the Dark King.
“My King.” Raliz greeted with mounting triumph. For what other reason would the Dark King Ganondorf be there other than to reward him for nearly completing the job he’d been assigned that no other had been able to achieve? He rose from his bow, green eyes meeting the glittering yellow before flicking back down to the earth. “How may I serve you?”
“You nearly killed him.” The Dark King’s voice was a rumbling bass that vibrated his very bones from the power that laced it. Raliz couldn’t identify the emotion that seemed to taint the otherwise neutral tone. Perhaps it was disappointment that he hadn’t finished the job as of yet?
The zora turned back towards the lake. The surface was iced over and from the groaning creaking, was getting thicker still. To trap the teen in the depths, perhaps? It was eerie, considering how warm the night was on the zora’s moist scales.
“I’ll finish him off when he returns to the surface.” He informed King Ganondorf after a moment of contemplation. What would he receive for his success? “He’ll not escape me a second time.”
“If there’s one thing I can’t stand…” the Dark King began in an almost wistful, regretful tone. Raliz jerked at a burst of pain in his back before he lost feeling in his legs. He should have collapsed, but something was holding him upright. He looked down, green blood dribbling from the corner of his thin lips. Emerald eyes widened in shock to see the great gauntleted fist reaching from his stomach. “…it’s competence when it’s not needed.”
Raliz turned towards the giant man, mouth moving but unable to give voice to the thoughts that tumbled through his mind. Ganon’s face was a mask of pure contempt. The large man yanked his fist free of the zora, watching dispassionately as Raliz slumped to the ground. A heavily armored boot rammed into the delicate gills lining the fragile ribs.
“You almost ruined everything.” Ganon stated conversationally, glancing towards the lake. The zora gasped wetly, breathe rattling in the lungs filling slowly with blood. Bones peeked from the gill slits “Luck has always been on that boy’s side. I can’t tip my hand quite yet, I hope you understand.”
Ganon reached down, large fist grasping the thin neck and dragging the zora up as he began to lose consciousness. The olive skinned desert prince looked slightly bored, though his composure never dropped. He seemed to mull over the delicate figure hanging limply in his grasp.
“Doesn’t matter whether you do or not, I suppose.”
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A/N: Ok, it's been a while. Problem is, I lost my Beta reader, who helped spur me into writing. Weak excuse? Maybe. But I don't like posting this without the second person that helped me think up the damn story. Not only was he my Beta Reader, but he was the person I bounced story ideas off of. I only have 4 chapters to go, so I'm going to see if I can manage to squeeze them out. That said, please post any critiques. I need some sort of feedback to know if I'm maintaining a smooth storyline.
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