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Prison
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    It was within a dark cell that a figure stood, leaning against the cold hard wall with only the moonlight that leaked in through the small barred window as light. All around it was deathly quiet, all but for a few black cloaked guards that wondered aimlessly through the large prison. Their feet made a soft tapping sound as two walked side by side, both having a wooden torch in their hands.

    Across from the figure's cell they stood, watching him. Down the darkened hallway another prisoner whined in fear and of the longing to escape. His horrible whines reached the figure's ears, making them twitch.

    "So this is the one" one of the guards said in a rough and low voice. His breath came out as white mist that hovered in front of his face for only a moment before drifting off towards the ceiling. The guard held his torch up to the figure to get a better look.

    The figure looked to only be a child of twelve. He was garbed in a woolen green outfit and had an empty golden sheath on his back. A brown belt crossed his waist and brown boots were on his feet. Long pointed ears sat on both side of his head. Around his neck was a light gray almost white metal collar that would shock him if he ever tried to escape. On his right hand glowed a symbol of three triangles.

    Around his wrists were steel chains that held him. A green hat covered the child's eyes as he paid no heed to the guards. The other guard kicked at the large steel bars that held up his cell, making a hollow 'clang' echo throughout the prison. Still, the child did nothing.

    The guard snorted. "He doesn't seem like any importance," he said eyeing the child.

    The other guard shrugged. "The boss ordered us to bring him in. Besides, I heard this guy has been causing trouble for the boss" he told his partner.

    The other guard turned back to the child, who still had not moved. "This little guys caused trouble?" he asked looking him over with disbelief. "What'd he do? Start calling him names like the little brat he is?" the guard said hitting the end of his torch against the bars in a taunting way.

    The other guard shook his head. "No, but I heard that he's burned down some buildings and even attacked some of the boss's men" he answered looking at the silent child with slight fear.

    The other guard snorted again. "I don't believe it," he said as he began to walk down the hallway. His partner gave the child one last look before quickly following after the other guard. Then, things fell back to silence. The child turned his head slightly and peered out from under his hat at where the guard had left.

    He took in a deep breath and exhaled. He gazed downward at his wrist and lightly tugged at the chain that secured him to the hard dark wall. He wanted desperately to be free, even though he had done what that guard said. He did burn down some buildings and did attack groups of people, but he was not the evil one.

    The boss that the guards spoke of worked for the child's enemy and wished to give the child to him to prove his loyalty. The child could still remember his enemy's evil red eyes and murderess smile that had killed many.

    The child reached up his hand in an attempt to touch the metal collar and pull it off, but he could not since the chains bound him so tightly. Though the collar would stop him from escaping, it did not stop him from planning. The moon slowly rose higher into the darkness of the sky as the child thought.

    Though whatever plan the child came up with, he knew that he would get hurt one way or another. It was at midnight that the child's plan had completely unfolded in his mind. The collar activated as he allowed his wrists to heat up the steel that bound them. The child had the power to control fire and so he hoped that he could heat up the metal enough to make them vulnerable and brake it before the collar sapped away all of his strength.

    The child bit his tongue to keep from screaming out in pain as the collar shocked him. He had his eyes shut tightly with pain as the chains grew hot. As minutes slowly passed, the child wondered if he would be able to last much longer as he began to sway in weakness.

    He gazed down at the chains to see them white with heat. Seeing his chance, he stomped down hard on the chains that held his right hand. There was a loud sound of shattering metal and the links snapped. Then, he did it with his left hand, finally feeling free from the metal.

    But the child knew that the worst was not over, not yet. Now with both hands free, he grabbed the metal collar that wrapped around his throat and pulled at it in an attempt to brake it. However, the collar activated again, shocking the child with even more force.

    The child stopped to catch his breath and let the shocking pain die away. He growled with determination, his great blue eyes flashing in the darkness. The collar began shocking him worse than even as long white claws sprouted from his hands. This was his last resort.

    He cried out loudly in pain but tried his best to stay focused. He slipped the white glowing claws between the collar and his neck, careful not to cut himself and end his own life. With all of his strength, he cut through the metal collar, shattering it to pieces.

    Light gray metal flew in every direction of his cell as electricity still covered it. With the collar destroyed, the child dropped to his knees and struggled for breath, his strength nearly depleted. But then his ears twitched when he heard the sound of a guard's rushing footsteps.

    Soon enough, one of the guards from earlier appeared, a ring of black keys in hand. He growled in frustration as he found the key to the child's cell and opened the barred door, foolishly thinking he could stop the child himself. But there was still strength flowing through him.

    The child let out a threatening growl then launched at the guard with enough speed to give him no time to react and enough force to kick him in the throat and end his life immediately. The guard's lifeless body fell to the stone floor with a dull 'thud'.

    The child landed skillfully beside him, making little to no noise. He gazed back at the lifeless guard and looked into his empty eyes. Then he spotted the guard's black cloak, which wrapped loosely around his body. Thinking quickly, the child grabbed the cloak and pulled it off the guard. Then he wrapped it around himself and pulled the hood over his face.

    Looking back to see no other guards, he ran off, his footsteps echoing softly in the prison. He slowed to a walk as more guards came into sight. The child pulled the hood over his face to where it completely covered his eyes. His great blue eyes always seemed to give off a faint glow and that alone could give him away.

    The torch welding guards passed him without so much as a glance. The child remained alert, waiting for an alarm to go off as soon as the body of the dead guard was found. Sure enough, yells from the guards came bellowing through the halls. The child quickly ran around a corner and hid in darkness just as more guards came running down the hall.

    Pulling the cloak tighter around him, the child scanned the halls then ran. His footsteps were loud in the quiet stone hallway. He ran past cells, some of which held prisoners, some of which held only their decaying remains. The child continued running, only stopping when he had reached an iron door that sat at the end of the hallway.

    He tried the door and smiled slyly when he found it unlocked. Looking back down the hall to make sure no one was following him, the child entered. Closing the heavy door behind him, the child pulled back the hood of his cloak and scanned the room.

    Barrels lined the far wall and crates were stacked in the corners. It was a small square room that held only the light of a dying lantern. The fire flickered weakly, shining what little light was left on chests of stolen treasure that sat in the room.

    But the child wasn't interested in the gold that was spilling from the chests or the gems that scattered the floor. No, he was looking for something of even more value. The child opened one of the beautifully decorated chests and smiled when he found what he had lost.

    A sword laid on top of the hundreds of pounds of gold and jewelry. Its handle was a deep blue that stood out on the dull yellow that it rested on. The blade was bright silver and seemed to glow with a faint light of hope. Etched into the blade was the symbol that was on the child's hand, the Triforce.

    The child picked up the great sword with care. In his hands laid the Master Sword, the Blade of Evil's Bane. It was not the title nor the promise of power that made the child love this sword with all his heart, it was the history behind it.

    It was the child's own father that gave the Master Sword to him. The child gently touched the smooth blade and remembered the day he was given the ultimate sword. This was also the same sword the child used to kill his father's murderer.

    The child held the sword with one hand in a way where the blade was pointing behind him towards the door. He then thrust his hand back, the blade driving into the gut of a guard that had sneaked in, his hands reached out towards the child's throat. The guard's eyes widened as the child twisted the blade, cutting him even more.

    The child yanked the sword from the guard and watched him lifelessly fall to the ground, blood already beginning to pool. With the blade already stained with fresh blood, the child sheathed the sword and exited the room, leaving the dead guard to be discovered. He closed the heavy door behind him and ran once again down the hall.

    When he spotted more guards he pulled the hood of the black cloak over his face and walked slowly towards them. It was while they walked passed each other that the guard closest to him pulled off the hood and yanked the child close to him face.

    Thinking quickly, the child twisted out of the cloak and pulled out his sword. Before the guards could even react, they had already been stabbed through the chest with the blade. As they too fell to the ground like the others, the child ran towards the prison exit.

    It was there that he ran out into the moonlight, happily taking in deep breaths of the night air. He turned back to see that the prison was made out of both stone and wood. He studied the structure to see that the wooden parts reached into the prison itself.

    The child also spotted a bow and quiver full of arrows, which someone must have foolishly left behind. Taking the bow and an arrow in hand, the child held the tip of the arrow up to his mouth. He blew on the arrow and flames shot out of the child's mouth.

    The arrow tip went alight and the child pulled back the arrow with the bow. He released the tension and the flaming arrow shot into the darkness of the prison, skillfully burying itself in a wood beam. In seconds the whole prison was up in flames.

    The child tossed the bow aside and watched as hungry flames shot up into the dark night and licked at the air. Waves of heat reached the child and ash hovered in the air. The child simply turned away and dashed off into the night, happily enjoying his freedom at last.

Description
Prison
-------

    It was within a dark cell that a figure stood, leaning against the cold hard wall with only the moonlight that leaked in through the small barred window as light. All around it was deathly quiet, all but for a few black cloaked guards that wondered aimlessly through the large prison. Their feet made a soft tapping sound as two walked side by side, both having a wooden torch in their hands.

    Across from the figure's cell they stood, watching him. Down the darkened hallway another prisoner whined in fear and of the longing to escape. His horrible whines reached the figure's ears, making them twitch.

    "So this is the one" one of the guards said in a rough and low voice. His breath came out as white mist that hovered in front of his face for only a moment before drifting off towards the ceiling. The guard held his torch up to the figure to get a better look.

    The figure looked to only be a child of twelve. He was garbed in a woolen green outfit and had an empty golden sheath on his back. A brown belt crossed his waist and brown boots were on his feet. Long pointed ears sat on both side of his head. Around his neck was a light gray almost white metal collar that would shock him if he ever tried to escape. On his right hand glowed a symbol of three triangles.

    Around his wrists were steel chains that held him. A green hat covered the child's eyes as he paid no heed to the guards. The other guard kicked at the large steel bars that held up his cell, making a hollow 'clang' echo throughout the prison. Still, the child did nothing.

    The guard snorted. "He doesn't seem like any importance," he said eyeing the child.

    The other guard shrugged. "The boss ordered us to bring him in. Besides, I heard this guy has been causing trouble for the boss" he told his partner.

    The other guard turned back to the child, who still had not moved. "This little guys caused trouble?" he asked looking him over with disbelief. "What'd he do? Start calling him names like the little brat he is?" the guard said hitting the end of his torch against the bars in a taunting way.

    The other guard shook his head. "No, but I heard that he's burned down some buildings and even attacked some of the boss's men" he answered looking at the silent child with slight fear.

    The other guard snorted again. "I don't believe it," he said as he began to walk down the hallway. His partner gave the child one last look before quickly following after the other guard. Then, things fell back to silence. The child turned his head slightly and peered out from under his hat at where the guard had left.

    He took in a deep breath and exhaled. He gazed downward at his wrist and lightly tugged at the chain that secured him to the hard dark wall. He wanted desperately to be free, even though he had done what that guard said. He did burn down some buildings and did attack groups of people, but he was not the evil one.

    The boss that the guards spoke of worked for the child's enemy and wished to give the child to him to prove his loyalty. The child could still remember his enemy's evil red eyes and murderess smile that had killed many.

    The child reached up his hand in an attempt to touch the metal collar and pull it off, but he could not since the chains bound him so tightly. Though the collar would stop him from escaping, it did not stop him from planning. The moon slowly rose higher into the darkness of the sky as the child thought.

    Though whatever plan the child came up with, he knew that he would get hurt one way or another. It was at midnight that the child's plan had completely unfolded in his mind. The collar activated as he allowed his wrists to heat up the steel that bound them. The child had the power to control fire and so he hoped that he could heat up the metal enough to make them vulnerable and brake it before the collar sapped away all of his strength.

    The child bit his tongue to keep from screaming out in pain as the collar shocked him. He had his eyes shut tightly with pain as the chains grew hot. As minutes slowly passed, the child wondered if he would be able to last much longer as he began to sway in weakness.

    He gazed down at the chains to see them white with heat. Seeing his chance, he stomped down hard on the chains that held his right hand. There was a loud sound of shattering metal and the links snapped. Then, he did it with his left hand, finally feeling free from the metal.

    But the child knew that the worst was not over, not yet. Now with both hands free, he grabbed the metal collar that wrapped around his throat and pulled at it in an attempt to brake it. However, the collar activated again, shocking the child with even more force.

    The child stopped to catch his breath and let the shocking pain die away. He growled with determination, his great blue eyes flashing in the darkness. The collar began shocking him worse than even as long white claws sprouted from his hands. This was his last resort.

    He cried out loudly in pain but tried his best to stay focused. He slipped the white glowing claws between the collar and his neck, careful not to cut himself and end his own life. With all of his strength, he cut through the metal collar, shattering it to pieces.

    Light gray metal flew in every direction of his cell as electricity still covered it. With the collar destroyed, the child dropped to his knees and struggled for breath, his strength nearly depleted. But then his ears twitched when he heard the sound of a guard's rushing footsteps.

    Soon enough, one of the guards from earlier appeared, a ring of black keys in hand. He growled in frustration as he found the key to the child's cell and opened the barred door, foolishly thinking he could stop the child himself. But there was still strength flowing through him.

    The child let out a threatening growl then launched at the guard with enough speed to give him no time to react and enough force to kick him in the throat and end his life immediately. The guard's lifeless body fell to the stone floor with a dull 'thud'.

    The child landed skillfully beside him, making little to no noise. He gazed back at the lifeless guard and looked into his empty eyes. Then he spotted the guard's black cloak, which wrapped loosely around his body. Thinking quickly, the child grabbed the cloak and pulled it off the guard. Then he wrapped it around himself and pulled the hood over his face.

    Looking back to see no other guards, he ran off, his footsteps echoing softly in the prison. He slowed to a walk as more guards came into sight. The child pulled the hood over his face to where it completely covered his eyes. His great blue eyes always seemed to give off a faint glow and that alone could give him away.

    The torch welding guards passed him without so much as a glance. The child remained alert, waiting for an alarm to go off as soon as the body of the dead guard was found. Sure enough, yells from the guards came bellowing through the halls. The child quickly ran around a corner and hid in darkness just as more guards came running down the hall.

    Pulling the cloak tighter around him, the child scanned the halls then ran. His footsteps were loud in the quiet stone hallway. He ran past cells, some of which held prisoners, some of which held only their decaying remains. The child continued running, only stopping when he had reached an iron door that sat at the end of the hallway.

    He tried the door and smiled slyly when he found it unlocked. Looking back down the hall to make sure no one was following him, the child entered. Closing the heavy door behind him, the child pulled back the hood of his cloak and scanned the room.

    Barrels lined the far wall and crates were stacked in the corners. It was a small square room that held only the light of a dying lantern. The fire flickered weakly, shining what little light was left on chests of stolen treasure that sat in the room.

    But the child wasn't interested in the gold that was spilling from the chests or the gems that scattered the floor. No, he was looking for something of even more value. The child opened one of the beautifully decorated chests and smiled when he found what he had lost.

    A sword laid on top of the hundreds of pounds of gold and jewelry. Its handle was a deep blue that stood out on the dull yellow that it rested on. The blade was bright silver and seemed to glow with a faint light of hope. Etched into the blade was the symbol that was on the child's hand, the Triforce.

    The child picked up the great sword with care. In his hands laid the Master Sword, the Blade of Evil's Bane. It was not the title nor the promise of power that made the child love this sword with all his heart, it was the history behind it.

    It was the child's own father that gave the Master Sword to him. The child gently touched the smooth blade and remembered the day he was given the ultimate sword. This was also the same sword the child used to kill his father's murderer.

    The child held the sword with one hand in a way where the blade was pointing behind him towards the door. He then thrust his hand back, the blade driving into the gut of a guard that had sneaked in, his hands reached out towards the child's throat. The guard's eyes widened as the child twisted the blade, cutting him even more.

    The child yanked the sword from the guard and watched him lifelessly fall to the ground, blood already beginning to pool. With the blade already stained with fresh blood, the child sheathed the sword and exited the room, leaving the dead guard to be discovered. He closed the heavy door behind him and ran once again down the hall.

    When he spotted more guards he pulled the hood of the black cloak over his face and walked slowly towards them. It was while they walked passed each other that the guard closest to him pulled off the hood and yanked the child close to him face.

    Thinking quickly, the child twisted out of the cloak and pulled out his sword. Before the guards could even react, they had already been stabbed through the chest with the blade. As they too fell to the ground like the others, the child ran towards the prison exit.

    It was there that he ran out into the moonlight, happily taking in deep breaths of the night air. He turned back to see that the prison was made out of both stone and wood. He studied the structure to see that the wooden parts reached into the prison itself.

    The child also spotted a bow and quiver full of arrows, which someone must have foolishly left behind. Taking the bow and an arrow in hand, the child held the tip of the arrow up to his mouth. He blew on the arrow and flames shot out of the child's mouth.

    The arrow tip went alight and the child pulled back the arrow with the bow. He released the tension and the flaming arrow shot into the darkness of the prison, skillfully burying itself in a wood beam. In seconds the whole prison was up in flames.

    The child tossed the bow aside and watched as hungry flames shot up into the dark night and licked at the air. Waves of heat reached the child and ash hovered in the air. The child simply turned away and dashed off into the night, happily enjoying his freedom at last.