Thread: Dark Awakening (Shadows x Kaybee)

Impa folded her arms, eyeing the magical circle with a dubious gaze as her fingers fiddled with the tip of the lonely banded length of her bangs not tucked into her braids or ponytail. As always her greatsword was slung across her back and her red eyes held attentiveness that belied her posture. It had already been proven that these summonings could go wrong, and while such errors had not ended in disaster last time, she had doubts that repetitions would be any better. This world needed a hero, and as much as she hated to admit it, while Impa was a nigh-peerless warrior and the product of the last summoning was no slouch with those crossbows of hers, they were not heroes, or at least, not in this world... Nearby, the object of Impa's thoughts shuffled slightly, betraying nervousness as she rubbed one palm against the smooth wooden grip of her crossbow. Her green cloak's hood pooled around her shoulders and her eyes flocked between the circle, the door, and the centerpiece of the room where this world's princess stood. Linkle had been confused by this woman, the spitting image of Prince Zelda of her own world, yet undeniably female in a way that he had never been, and holding the triforce of wisdom that she herself was supposed to have, only a world can't have two triforces and hers had been left behind. Thus Linkle found herself both aggravated and captivated by the woman in the same breath, the parts of her that reminded Linkle of her male counterpart and the connection Linkle felt to this world's triforce of wisdom drawing her close while the frustration of being ripped away from her love and her power pushed her away. At the centre, Zelda raised her arms with a flourish, triforce glowing for a moment in the dim light before the circle glowed in response, activated by the princess' magic. Space twisted, a jagged line of blackness appearing in mid-air as the stillness stirred into motion, a wind rising and circling the princess, setting Linkle and Impa's garments flapping as it grew in strength, howling as it clawed at the stone walls and plunging the chamber into darkness as it blew the candles out, leaving the chamber illuminated only from the circle that still glowed, brighter and brighter. Impa's stance widened, bracing herself against the gale, Linkle reached out, digging her fingers into a crack in the stonework to keep herself steady as the crack widened, splitting jagged, a gash in the fabric of reality itself, starkly black against the glow of the circle, before a thunderclap of pure sound shattered the space entirely and a figure appeared in a split second. Then the light of the circle vanished, snuffed in an instant. The gale wound down as quickly as it had come, plunging the chamber into silent darkness with only Impa's red eyes and the faint glow of Zelda's triforce visible for a long moment... Impa's hand moved to the hilt of her sword, pointed ears twitching slightly as she strained against the darkness, listening for the presence. She had seen someone -or some thing arrive, but the last summoning hadn't created a darkness like this. Worry coiled in her gut, as sounds began to filter in. A creak of wood and cord from where Linkle had stood as the once-heroine readied her crossbows. A faint hum of gathering power from Zelda... And something else...