There was a slight shriek in the night, but it suddenly stopped as a man slit a woman’s throat with his dagger. Blood’s scent entered the air, as did revenge.
A man, with some armor on his shoulders, signifying that he was a soldier, drew his sword and growled at the murderer. He bared his teeth in rage.
“How dare you!” he shouted and charged. The murderer and the soldier clashed blades, but driven by revenge, the soldier gained the victory.
Link sighed in frustration. He couldn’t believe how thickheaded Jubal had been. He killed a woman in front of a soldier and now the soldier was mad.
Dameon, now a full grown long legged dog, made a slight growl, but it could not be heard over the sounds of blades clashing in battle. Link immediately petted his dog.
“Stay Dameon,” he whispered. “We won’t charge in there.”
As he said, Link aimed his bow, but decided not to have all the fun, but help his friend. He let his arrow fly and it impacted against the soldier’s gauntlets. This was just to be merely a distraction.
Link smiled as the soldier began to look around for the person who tried to shoot the arrow. This gave Jubal the chance to kill him right there, and slit his throat like the woman.
Link walked out of the bushes, swiping a leaf out of his extremely messy hair that was mostly under his black coned shaped hat. This time, Link was much older and taller, which was why he followed Jubal. He now wore a white undershirt and pants along with the same old black tunic. Link sighed.
“You’re way too thick headed to be in this crew Jubal.”
Jubal made a growl and glared at Link. “Shut up,” he barked.
Link ignored him and looked over at the couple. He and Jubal dug through the murdered man and woman, seeking any rupee. Jubal found a necklace made of gold with a small ruby in the middle from the woman, and Link found fifty rupees in the soldier’s pouch. He then looked at the gauntlets that the man wore on his hand and smirked. He removed them from the soldier’s hands and strapped the metallic gauntlets over his fingerless brown gloves.
Link looked over to Dameon, who began to wag his tail excitedly. Link smiled and took out a small biscuit for staying at his command. He then patted his dog and stood up. Then a sound caught his ears, but Dameon didn’t seem to care, so it wasn’t that important.
The sound was actually coming from Jubal. Jubal started to chuckle sadistically, to Link’s confusion. Link gave him a puzzled and suspicious look.
“I wonder what it look like with her clothes off,” Jubal said gleefully.
Link felt like he was going to throw up. He backhanded Jubal in the head.
“Pervert! We’re here to steal their money, not to strip them!”
Jubal made a face of disappointment and Link cursed as he began to lose his appetite. He looked at the pouch.
“This much?” Link sighed. “We won’t be able to afford money for food.”
He walked away, but when he realized that Jubal wasn’t following him. Link sighed and walked up to Jubal and grabbed him by the ear and dragged him away from the woman.
Link and Jubal climbed down the ladder of the well. Dameon, with a great strength in his legs, knew how to get down from the well and easily dropped down gracefully, having no pain from the fall. They then walked through the dank dungeon.
Link looked around, and although it wasn’t exactly a life of luxury, it was the place he was kept all his life, protected by the men here who, at least, tried to be good parents, being that they all had the pleasure of murdering people and taking their money.
“Well, raven. I see your back with not much I presume.”
Link frowned. “It’s nighttime and no one was out. Sorry boss. We only managed to take fifty rupees.”
Devlin sighed. “We don’t usually do this, but we might have to go steal our food.”
Hastin, a buff and thick man heard this and frowned. “In the morning? With our energy deprived it will be hard for us to steal and kill, and there are no food stands at night.”
Devlin shook his head. “No, we won’t steal our food in the morning, elephant. We’ll just steal the storage from Lon Lon Ranch.”
Link became very curious. He had never been there before, but he heard that they stored food until Hyrule Castle needed it, made the freshest milk from healthy cows, and bred the finest and fastest horses of Hyrule.
“We’ve never stolen from there before,” Link said. “At least I haven’t.”
A man by the name of Brock laughed. “Oh come on Link! You’re just a good as thief as Devlin! I’m sure a simple ranch won’t be a problem!”
Link fixed his hat, blushing. “Well, I don’t know. I’m not that good.”
Devlin chuckled. “You truly are humble, raven. Even badger thinks so. I think you’re perfect for the job.”
Link nodded. Devlin then put his ghastly fingers up to his chin. “Stealing storage may be a little more complicated. I’ll have dragon, bull, elephant, snake, and phoenix come with you.”
Link smiled as he recognized Hoang’s nickname. He always liked raiding with his foster father. Since he was the one who spent the most time with him, training him, and teaching him. Although Link in his younger days spent most of his time, practicing his swordplay with the most dangerous and evil of monsters around the bottom of the well, he still was glad that he had at least a father.
Link also smiled because unlike Jubal, Drake, Dume, Hastin, Nyoko, and Hoang were all extremely smart, strong, and skilled criminals. They all were the opposite of thick headed.
Link patted Dameon and they both followed the group that was already starting to leave. He picked the dog up with one hand, which was always used to this and didn’t fight back like other dogs, and climbed up the ladder with one hand as he always did.
He smiled. Ever since he met Dameon, the dog never left his side, and he promised to take care of him. Dameon seemed to be the only one who actually hunted because his master told him to, not because he wanted to. He was a good and gentle dog, but could be ferocious when needed to be.
