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Terry was looking over the edge of the ledge he was standing on, and though it wasn't too high that he might break his foot or ankle, he wasn't eager to repeat what happened the last time he jumped off a semi-high ledge.  Then he remembered what the Deku Scrub thingy told him, if rolled then maybe it wouldn't hurt, but it looked a bit higher than that other one, like the second one, and he had bumped his head rolling from the fall.  So, he thought, maybe I can prevent that by covering my head as I roll out from this one.  With that settled, and having hacked away some of the weeds that had grown on that ledge for more seedlings.  Terry made sure that everything was tucked away, and took a leap of faith.

Having already bent his legs to compensate for the landing, Terry threw his weight forward as soon as he touched the ground, while using his forearms to protect his head.  When he came out of the roll, he land flat on his butt holding his left arm.  Having taken most of the force of the landing while shielding his head, it felt broken, but he couldn't see any bones sticking outward, still it hurt to move it.  So he took his shirt and tried to make a makeshift sling out of it.  Knowing it would be hard to dodge and rid the vine plant, Terry made his way over to just under the other groove. 

No sooner did he look up, than did he jump backwards to avoid one of those giant spiders.  Seeing no way around it, he took out his sword, gasping at the pain he felt in that simple motion, and steadied himself.  The spider looked as if it were trying to stare him down, then it began the same trembling as the other had done before, and turned to reveal its soft side.  Terry knowing that he didn't have the shield to protect him, did the only thing he could think of.  With a mighty heave, he threw his sword at the creature.

Even through the pain of his arm, he thought he could have sworn he heard a whistling, or some kind of singing sound.  Then with a definite thunk, his sword embedded itself in the stomach of the spider, making it slide off of its thread of webbing, and soundlessly onto the floor.  Waiting for it to stop fidgeting, Terry then walked up to it and removed his sword, witch was covered in a greenish colored substance, the creature's blood no doubt.  But the creature didn't disappear like the smaller ones, and seeing as how the creatures hide seem to be just right for a good sling, Terry cut off a slice long enough for his arm, and a few to cradle his elbow.  Then noticing the webbing, Terry hacked a few strands long enough to go with the new sling.

The outside was flexible, not squishy or icky in anyway.  Using one of the things tipped feet he sewn together an arm cast with the webbing and the hide.  After replacing his shirt with some trouble, he slipped the cast on, and pulled his arm into place as he put the sling part around his neck with another strip of hide to protect his neck.  The creature was starting to decay, and as he walked away he heard a hissing sound, looking back he saw the giant spider dissolve in little puffs of purple smoke.  Moving on, he readied himself to deal with another vine creature.

The creature struck out first, just as he had gotten close to it.  With his arm the way it was, he took a slash at the thing, it froze up like the others, but without being able to run at it, Terry hoped it would die with enough hacking away at it.  Striking again, Terry took another swing downward at it, again it shot up, frozen, and again it attacked.  This time when Terry attacked, it withered away till it dropped out five more nuts.  Only three whacks and it had been defeated, Terry mused to himself.

Now came the daunting task of climbing back up the vines.  With a sudden brainstorm, Terry had an idea on how to accomplish this.  With all his might in his right arm he drove his sword in as high up the wall as he could.  It stuck, and using that as a lever with his right arm he found his footing on the vines and climbed level with the sword, now using the sword as a makeshift balance, he stood and grabbed the edge of the ledge.  When he was sure that he had a good hold, he attempted to remove the sword with his feet, and was oddly successful, with it removed, he swung his legs up and over, releasing the sword as he did.

It clattered across the ground, as he used his legs to pull himself onto the ledge.  As soon as he rolled over, Terry sat up to avoid lying on the shield, breathing heavily.  He moved himself till he was propped against the unlit torch.  He had to take the time to rest, for he was most definitely not used to this.  With time to properly exam his arm, he felt a small protrusion from his arm, knowing that if he didn't set it back, it would heal the wrong way, and it could only get worse if he didn't do it now.  So he began by removing the sling.

Once the arm was out, he braced himself as he gripped his arm, and pulled.  A pain unlike anything he had ever felt, even in the few fights he had gotten in back when he was in school, didn't produce anything that was this bad.  But that wasn't what was on his mind, all he could think about was the pain, and letting it be known by screaming at the top of his lungs.  When his screaming finally died down, he was gasping for air, as his lungs screamed for something to replace what he spent screaming.  When he could focus again, he slowly felt along the arm, and was relieve to find no more protrusions.

With that over, he collected his sword, and removed one of the sticks.  Using the sword as a cleaver, he chopped the stick in two, then used some of the webbing he had left to rap the two portions of the stick as a splint over his arm.  That done, he put his arm back in the sling, and placed it back into position.  It was then that he remembered that there was supposedly another chest over in that other groove.  And since he was in here then and there, he might was well check it out.

Carefully standing up, he sheathed his sword, and went to stand on the now raised mound of dirt.  Upon closer inspection, Terry noticed that it was actually some sort of metal, how he didn't quite understand, but he was sure that it was nonetheless.  Standing upon the "metal" switch made it fall again, and raise the platforms up high once more.  Once he was let free, he ran and jumped to the first platform, then to the next one on the left, and then off of that into the groove.  Terry looked back as the clicking sound hurried, and then popped, sinking the platforms once more.

With that having passed, Terry turned to look into the groove, and sure enough there was another small chest.  Lifting its lid revealed another one of those gelatinous hearts.  Terry, still being curious of them, picked it up, this time it not disappearing the moment he grabbed it, and looked it over, it was squishy, yes, but nothing to indicate why the other one seem to evaporate.  Turning it over, he saw that it was the same all around, nothing different from one facet to the next, aside from the shaping it held.  Thinking to see if there was any difference in feeling in his left hand, Terry placed the heart shape in it, squeezing it with what he could, and to his amazement, it disappeared in his hand, again.

With it gone, Terry was frowning, and turning to go on, when he noticed that the swinging motion didn't hurt his left arm anymore.  Carefully lifting his left arm with his right, Terry felt over the arm, and to his surprise, it didn't hurt to do that.  Again being careful, Terry removed his arm from the sling, without much help from his other hand, still it didn't hurt.  Taking off the splints, still nothing, his arm had healed completely and admittedly mysteriously.  Checking to make sure, he took his shield and placed it on his arm, it was working just fine.  Had that gelatin heart somehow healed his broken arm?