Chapter 5: Link’s kidnapping…

As Link flew the short distance towards the small chapel by the lake he saw a man down below struggling with a heavy package. He flew down to help the old man.


“Sir, do you need any help with that?” Link questioned.


“Oh, yes! Sir, thank you, I appreciate it very much!” the man delightedly replied. Link smiled in response, and went to retrieve the heavy package the man was struggling with. ‘Something isn’t right about this man, I sense, evil? But, he’s just an old man! Harmless! Oh, well it must be that Volvagia guy I’m sensing’, Link questioned himself. As Link lifted the mans package up, an arm wrapped around his neck, choking him. He struggled to get away, but the old man was just too strong.


Once Link passed out from lack of oxygen, the man took him away. Sheik wasn’t sure of what to do; he just saw his master choke, go unconscious, and kidnapped. He turned to go to the chapel, and try and get some help, if anyone understood him. But, before Sheik could take off, the old man came back, and wrapped a rope around his neck. Sheik was just too stubborn; the old man had to drag him to his hide out. The old man was just too strong for his age, something wasn’t right about him.

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A few hours later, Link awoke to find him self, in a dark stone room. His hands were chained to the wall behind him, and his feet were chained together. All of his weapons were gone, including the hidden ones. He wondered if anyone would notice he was gone or even care. ‘Why hadn’t Sheik done something about the man? He just stood there…where am I?’ Link whispered to himself as he looked around the room.
It was a dark, and damp looking jail cell. There was only one torch burning, and it was by a large wooden door. If he could just get out of those shackles, then maybe he could burn down the door. There were no windows, so he couldn’t tell if it was daytime or not. There was nothing inside the room except him, and the torch.


After Link sat there for a few minutes, thinking of ways to get out, there were jingling noises coming from the other side of the door. The old man must have the keys, and he’s probably coming in to talk to Link. After a few seconds of anticipation, and a click of the lock, the old man entered the room.


“What do you want? And why am I here? Let me go!” Link spat, when the man showed his face. He looked completely different, he wasn’t the old man Link saw earlier, he was young, and evil.


“No, I will not let you go, at least not yet. You’re here because you and I need to have a little chat. And, what do I want you ask? I want the Triforce. So when I let you go, I’ll be sending a little message along with you, to that wench of a princess,” the man replied, almost too calmly.


“Who are you?” Link screamed, his anger clearly rising by the
second.


“Who am I? I am Eragon, Eragon Grapheeti. I am one of Lord Ganondorf’s followers, and I am his most trusted companion. I do everything he says, when he says it. And he wants the Triforce, so he will get the Triforce. He wants the princess dead, and I shall kill her! That is why I have disguised myself as Prince Volvagia. And, today, I will kill her!” He laughed.
Link was silent as Eragon pulled out a long, hard stick, which was used for beatings. He calmly walked over to Link and raised stick over his head. Eragon swung it down and his Link hard over the head, knocking him unconscious. He continued the beatings, when he was satisfied with all of the bruises he left on Link; he pulled out a sharp dagger. Muttering to himself, he lifted up links tunic, and started to carve what resembled a crude picture of the Triforce right into his skin, drawing blood.


Once he was finished he left Link close to the Chapel so he could stumble in on the wedding, break it up, for now, and worry Princess Zelda.

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Link awoke close to sunset, right when the wedding was beginning. The pain was unbearable, but Link stood up, and grabbed his sword. Luckily, Eragon Grapheeti gave him his weapons back. Link used his sword to pull himself up, and he went off to the chapel.