The Legend of Zelda: Goddess of Secrecy

Dungeon Chapter 4 - Leaks and Holes

            …and further into the dungeon. Keeses flew foolishly close to the warriors, and were quickly cut down by a sword or grasped by Yore’s talons once the hawk returned from his brief quest. Any skulltulas Link had heard scrambled into the darkness as the lantern’s flame drew nearer to them, no doubt scenting their kins' blood on the blades and still fearing the hot light.

            Yore screeched and retreated back behind Link. Raising his lantern to see, the light revealed a massive spider web blocking the entire pathway.

            Bruce brushed in front of Link. “I can handle this.” Bruce’s sharp iron blade cut through the silvery strings with faint snaps as the threads hung limp around the gash Bruce had made in the spiral weaving.

            As Bruce went on to hack his way through the web, Link put the flame of his lantern up against the slender blockade. Orange flames danced across the white threads, before dying out and leaving the passage open to travel through. Link glanced at Bruce, who murmured, “That might be a better way to go about it.”

            The group proceeded down the tunnel once more. Other than a few Deku Babas and a handful of keeses, nothing challenged their progression for very long. Shortly after, the walls of the tunnel ended and revealed a much larger room than they had been in before.

            This room made Link think of a temple to one of the goddesses. Its walls were a pale gray stone, made of something like granite, with high white columns. Tree roots and vines still broke through the walls from years of waste, but there was a note of beauty among the limbs and wild greenery.

            “What…what has happen here?”

            Yore flew to the right side of the room, where a massive cave-in had occurred. The gray stone wall was hidden behind a wall of dirt that dripped with water. At one part in the muddy face, a large portion of the wall had collapsed completely. Water gushed out in a great torrent, bouncing off the bit of wall it had broken through, before covering part of the floor with murky water turned pure by the divinity of the building.

            Link felt a connection with this building, and with the goddess it honored. Glancing at the symbol on his hand, he figured that it suited. He shared Endeavor's sadness for a moment over the condition this holy place had fallen into. Pushing that aside for his task, he looked around the room some more. There was another door that led deeper into the fortress, guarded by a few stray bokoblins and a set of iron bars.

            Pulling his slingshot out, Link began to look for a crystal or some other kind of trigger for the iron bars. Before he could take little more than a step though, Bruce grabbed him by the arm and gestured towards the water.

            Though there was purity in the building, the water spilling out from the dirt wall was filled with evil. A large amount of that collected together to become a slimy, green entity. Bruce said as the mass of goop made its want to solid ground, “Those are chus. Master Siria orders batches of potions for new cadets made from their remains.”

            “What is your point? Chus may be nimble, but they are weak collections of darkness. They are virtually useless other than hindering your quest.”

            “My point is,” Bruce went on with irritation, “is that chus themselves aren’t all that bad. Not when they're dead at least. There are a lot of potion makers who wouldn’t mind getting a little more of the stuff they leave behind.”

            “You are talking about making profit from the remains of creations of the Dark Lord.”

            “Well, if it’s dead, it’s not hurting anyone, is it?” Bruce asked. “There’s no point in wasting it. Some of the potions Siria brings in can keep a knight on his feet all day, in full armor, even in the middle of summer. Considering what we’ve already been up against, something like that might not be too bad in the near future.”