(OoC= This I worked pretty hard on in my computer, off the internet. It was hard and I tried to work ou all the kniks. Hope its good. BiC)

As Xitra began to walk forward through the crowd of warriors around him, he heard a fwoom sound and whirled around. The door had disapeared. He would have to stay here.He continued, dazed by the sheer number of his fellow fighters.

‘If this is how many are in the Dome, then how many are still out in the world that I know of?’ Xitra began to try to count the warriors heads, stopping at two-hundred thirty-four. Not because that was how many there were, but because he had decided it would take a very long time. He went back to the wall of the arena, inspecting the place he had come to, then walking alongside it, studying the doors that went by.

Suddenly a small head popped out of the wall in front of him. Xitra was startled and nearly drawn his weapons when he found he was suddenly frozen in place. Not literally, but to say he could not move any of his muscles. The small head floated out of the wall, followed by a short, yet thin, body. It landed in front of Xitra, keeping its eyes upon Xitra.

He studied the creature, looking it from head to toe, which really didn’t take long. It only seemed two feet tall. All that could be seen of its head were its eyes, completely white ovular shapes. Everything lower was covered by a black robe that started wide at the top, thinned, then widened again, with a white stripe that ran around the neck, then at the front went down where it would be opened if needed.

He saw that the top of the head was completely pink, which shined in the lights of the room. Two small green crooked shoots of what seemed to be hair jutted out the sides. If Xitra guessed correctly, if they were looked at from the top, it would be completely round. The arms were long, reaching to its feet, and there was a lack of hands to be seen. Only nubs were there.

“Now that your inspection is over, you should follow me mister Xitra.” The small thing once again floated away, and Xitra could once again move his body. He looked at his hands, clenching them. He moved his feet, checking to see if they were back to their old selves. Then he remembered. It had called him by his name.

“Wait how did you now my name?” Xitra ran toward the creature which had tld him to follow.

“I know everyones names. I am a Domerii.”

“What?” Xitra had stopped for a moment, but seeing that the thing wasn’t about to stop, continued

“A Domerii is a resident of the Dome that you are in now.” Xitra listened intently for more information, but none came.

“Domerii. Right. But how the hell did you know my name?”

“When you pass through the gate, your memories are accessed. Your name, place of birth, all is seen by the Domerii.” Xitra now understood. It was not only a portal, but a mind reading device.

The Domerii creature stooped at a door and floated through. Xitra tried to follow, but remembered to late he couldn’t phase through solid matter. He ran into the door and broke his nose. Clutching his nose, he opened the door. He looked past and saw a long hallway, down which the small creature was traveling. He followed.

He looked around the halls. The walls were golden, as was the doors and ceilings. And there were strange round things that gave off a source of light, a technology that was foreign to Xitra.

Still clutching his nose, the followed the Domerii creature to another door. It once again floated through. This time Xitra remembered to open the door using the knob.

He opened the door and stepped through. He looked around. All was golden, bathed in golden light and clean as the floors of Hyrule Castle. He wondered how these creatures were able to keep such an immensity of a place clean. He saw that there was a large bed, also golden, with golden sheets and a golden head board that looked to be reflective. Beside the bed stood a small desk of gold also, and on the other side a bed stand. The walls golden with stripes of dark and lighter golden colors. No windows were present, but that did not stop a strange breeze from coming across his face. The room had to be at least twenty by twenty feet, but when he looked back outside, the doors were only three feet apart.

The Domerii that had led him to the room was standing on the bed stand. Xitra walked to it and said only three words.

“Where are we?”

The Domerii replied, “You are in the room that will be your place of stay while I procure a teacher of the arts of the warrior for you.” Xitra was pleased. He had wondered if there would be a place to stay while here. He had not wanted to sleep on the floor outside. Then he realized what the rest of the creature had said.

“What do you mean a teacher?” Xitra was both stunned and amazed. That was what this place was built for? To teach the warriors of many nations the art of battle? Why would he need a teacher? He had been taught by the finest available. He didn’t need a teacher.

“The mind reading by the gate has shown that you are most unknowledgeable in fighting.” What had that thing just said!?! How dare it say I’m no good at fighting? Xitra was about to draw his blades when had that tingling sensation in his flesh. He could once again not move.

The Domerii floated off the bed stand and toward Xitra. It floated through Xitra’s chest, creating a chilled feeling in him, and for all Xitra knew, out the door. He heard a click behind him and he could once again move. He rushed to the door, turning the knob as hard as he could, but it would not turn.

Locked. Xitra walked away form the door and toward the bed. He sat down on it, stretching his arms and legs. He decided if he was going anywhere, he would need rest. He removed his belt and sheaths, unbuckling it and sliding it out of his pants. He took off his leather chest armor, loosening the straps and laying it down on the bed stand. He removed his under shirt, folding and placing it with the chest armor. The green necklace he wore dangled from his neck, unhindered by the cloth. He took it off and placed it in his hand, rubbing the runes carved into it. The strange letters glistened in the light, a symbol of his parents that he will probably never meet. It was given to him by his guardian, Gregory, a shiekah, who had raised him in Kakariko Village like an equal and treated him like a son. He kissed it for luck and put it back on his neck. He never slept without it.

He layed down on the bed, wondering if doing so would put out the lights. He was right as the lights dimmed until they were completely gone, almost as if they were never there. He fell to sleep as the thoughts of the day ran through his head. Little did he know his adventures were about to become more exciting.

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