Waking of Friday, April 14, 2017 ~ 7
It was dark when I had climbed to
one particularly broad thoroughfare, high over the bog. It was comprised of a very worn-down bridge extending between
two tall towers. Its planks were sagging here and there; some of them were
missing entirely. A few explosive barrels sat scattered along its length.
I had cleaned up my end. At the
other end, a great black moblin lay snoozing. I thought about casting bombs,
seeing if I could detonate the farthest explosive barrel to take him out,
but.... who knew if just one barrel would do the job? Did I really want to risk
duking it out with a groggy moblin way up on this bridge?
....
Okay the Groggy Moblin needs to be a restaurant now.
BESIDES, if I made such a ruckus, other baddies might wake up as well; I
didn’t want to have half the camp after me. And anyway the planks in the bridge
were so skewed a bomb might not even be able to hit its mark.
But there were alternative courses
of action....
I stepped out onto the planks. No
need to make a mess.
I crept forward, sinking into a
crouch as I drew nearer the slumbering brute. One sneak-strike would do it....
My father would have called it “a
lack of situational awareness”.
A flash of red color, in some
inward, downward motion—from above?—from the side?
A clatter, a boom, and the world
exploded, and I was flying forward, beyond
the moblin, passing on its left, arcing and whirling like a drill bit—I paused,
I needed food, no but was I dead?—and the moblin was awake, and its bright blue
eye was open, and it was on fire, and then it crumpled down dead—and I was mad with pausing—what had happened?—what had I been foolish enough to miss?—what had
I not seen?—and I skidded onto the planks near the other tower, inside the other tower, and a glowing,
glimmering teal angel with a long head-fin and beautiful arms like an enfolding
shroud shimmered up in the air around me, dissipating into twinkling lights
like fireflies.
“Mipha, no—” I choked, feverishly
pausing again. I didn’t want to waste her gift on something so foolish—
It
would revive me, she had said, the
moment my strength was completely depleted.
It would bring me back to life.
Like
a fairy, I had thought.
Oh why hadn’t I just been able to use a fairy, and preserve Mipha’s Grace for a time more needed than this?
Was there really any silence after
the blast? How could there be?
I staggered to my feet.
I was alive.
I had extra hearts.
I was strong.
But Mipha’s Grace—
I paused again.
Would it still be there?
And to my shock it was. There in my inventory. But it
was hollow. No longer gleaming in
holy blue flames, but empty, and stark, and red
with its usage.
I
hadn’t wanted to waste it on something like this....
But as I looked again—there was a timer beside it. Counting down. And the
words “Ready in”....
OH SWEET NAYRU IT WASN’T WASTED! I
had been so afraid that I would only be able to use it once—but it was going to come back!
Mipha’s Grace would come back!
It would take time, but it was there.
It
was still there.
She was still with me.
I took stock of my surroundings.
One bokoblin snuffled around, alert, on the platform directly above me. That must have been the one that—
Must’ve
cast an arrow, or thrown something.
That
blue bokoblin....
Or maybe it really was black this time.
Augh,
Black! Blue! What’s it matter anyway? They would all end up both of those colors when I got through with them!
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