Link Kitamae

The Death of Link Kitamae
Link was in his house, putting on his boiled leather armour and loading arrows into his quiver, gearing himself up for the approaching fight. He heard a knock at his door, "come in," His son, Leoorin came in. "Are you ready? Abbadon the Demon is growing impatient." "All in good time, my son. All in good time." Link said and took a final look round the house he had lived in since being taken to the Elves by his dying mother. "Leoorin, here" Link said and walked into his storage room and emerged with a sealed envelope. "This is my will..." "Father!" "Please, Leoorin! If I should die I have left my things to three good people and one true cow: Zelaphar, Tash'anu Bel'dar Leoorin Hollysword and Juno the Wanderer." "I will, Father but please come!" Leoorin said with a desperate look in his eye. "Very well."

Link strode out of his house and down the spiralling steps that lined the inside of the mother tree and emerged at the bottom to meet the face of his good friend, Zelaphar. He and Zelaphar had trained together and had, on more than one occasion, drunk with him and become a gibbering vegetable. Link shared a look with him but remained silent. He walked into the portal to Cormyr and then through to the Demon city where Abbadon would be waiting. As he walked to the righ he would be fighting in, Link heard several jeering voices and noticed that not one person was cheering for him.

Link and Abbadon met in the middle. Abbadon spat on Link's tunic, "I'll Spray your insides all over the ground!" "I don't have time for this, every moment to me is precious," Link didn't appear to have any faith in himself and was ready to die, but he certainly wasn't going down without a fight.

Link walked away from Abbadon and strode over to the edge of the arena and took his shield off his back, starting to bounce on the balls of his feet. A Demon Link had never met before walked between the two fighters. Link couldn't stop but look around him at the city he was sure to die in. Abbanon was a deadly fighter and had fought off armies before. His reputation was bloody.

Link hear the signal to go and quickly ran forward thrusting his shield in Abbadon's face, Making him reel back giving Link time to draw and arrow, but the shield on his arm made it difficult to draw so he abandoned the bow and threw his quiver to the ground. While this was happening, Abbadon had risen to his feet and caught Link off guard. He made a strike at Link with his sword but Link raised his shield and the sword broke against it, breaking his shield arm. Link threw the useless piece of metal away and drew his own sword, raising it above his head.

Link brought the sword crashing down but his aim was off and he only managed to cut Abbadon's face. "Argggh!" Abbadon spat and drew a skyth from his back. He kicked Link to the ground and sent the skyth blade straight into Link's side. Link howled in pain and fell to his knees. The pain was excruciating and Link felt his lung fill with fluid. The scyth was pulled from his side but it barely registered in Link's mind. He felt the blade then burry itself in his back and howled again as his spine was cut clean through. Link searched the crowd but could only see jeering faces until he saw a hooded man dressed all in white, walking away from the scene. Come back! Link's face was white with pain and he could feel glass cutting the skin of his cheek. He felt himself being turned over but couldn't tear his eyes away from the white, hooded man. He knew something was different about him but couldn't seem to draw his attention, the man clearly thought Link was pitiful.

Link forced himself to look at Abbadon with his bloodshot eyes. "Please," Link managed to say. Abbadon smirked and brought his face close to Link's and said, "feel the pain of thousands before you, I will tear through your heart! Die, Link!" And Abbanon, having abandoned his skyth, drew a dagger from his belt and pierced Link's heart.

Link felt a great pain. the greatest pain imaginable and he opened his eyes wide. His scream was so fierce and full of hurt the Demon's were almost sorry for him. Link was floating in a great, murky sea and saw his life fast-forward before him. His birth, the black horseman that had killed his mother and plagued his nightmares for over one hundred years. His past lovers, the mother of Leoorin lying dead by the roadside, the face of Breig Taur, Zelaphar, Luchar and the face of Abbadon but most importantly, and strangely, the white, hooded man. But he wasn't seeing this man in his vision. He was pulling Link out of the water. Link still couldn't see his face. "Your life has been short but filled with death, you have been a good man and now, finally you can have your eternal sleep." Suddenly, the man's face drew away and was replace by complete and total oblivion.