Re: [Safer]-Xitra Hynin-Training.
Xitra had awoken with a pain of hunger in his stomach, witch was what had aroused him from his slumber. His clutched his stomach and looked around, spotting something on the desk. It was a golden lid on top of a plate, also golden.
He removed the blankets from on top of himself and stepped off the bed on which he had slept the night, or what seemed the night. Whatever magic was in the walls of this place that made twenty feet fit into three he would probably never know. As his feet hit the floor, the light that had been so very bright when he had first entered gradually brightened, like a sun from a sun rise to midday, letting his eyes adjust to the light at there own paces.
He walked to the golden lid which lay on the desk, lifting it to discover food. A steak to be specific. He set the lid aside, finding a fork next to the slab of juicy meat. He picked up the plate and fork and walked back over to the bed, only the bed was no longer there. In its stead was a golden table, a round one with runes etched around the sides, and a single golden chair next to it. He looked at it for a moment, but decided his hunger was his main problem at the moment. He pulled out the chair cautiously, but cursed his own silliness and placed the plate he was holding in front of him and ate his fill.
“That steak was delicious,” said Xitra too himself. And indeed it was. It had tasted like it had been marinated not only for one night, but five. Its flavor was huge, fine cuisine for even a king to enjoy. He pushed himself away from the table, getting up and grabbing the clothes that he had left on the bed side table.
When he turned away from the table to grab them, then turning back, there was yet another change in his environment. The table had once again been replaced by a bed, freshly made as if by a made. The plate was also gone, along with the lid he had left on the desk. For a split second he had contemplated the idea that he was indeed going completely insane, but quickly dismissed it. If was going to go insane, it would have been a long time ago.
He dressed himself in all his clothes and armor, tightening the straps and buckling the belts. He gave the green medallions around his neck a final rub and headed for the door. The knob turned in his grip and the door opened.
Outside in the hallway the doors were still only three feet from each other. He walked toward the door he had gone through the Domerii the day before and into the main lobby. Nobody was in the huge space, save for a few people walking aimlessly. The ceiling seemed darker than before and the lights had been dimmed significantly, making everything a dark golden color.
He walked toward the center, or what seemed the center, of the Dome and found himself at a strange wood that he could not see around. The golden tile floor had given way to dirt and plants, until it came to a wall of trees. He looked into the trees and all he could see was darkness, though he knew something dwelled within for he could hear sounds, from deep growls to strange clucks of a cuckoo. Then he saw something going through the trees, weaving through them like a needle darts through the densely packed threads. It was glowing, a blood red color, nd heading is way fast.
Xitra ducked just in time to miss the flying light from hitting his skull, then ducking a second time as a claw reached out following the light. It was a pitch black with fur around it, and Xitra had to jump out of the way, hitting the floor, before it could cleave of a slice of his face. The claw retreated into the darkness, a growling noise going slowly away. Then the death cries of a cuckoo shortly afterward. Whatever the thing was it would not go to bed hungry.
Xitra turned around, still on the floor from is incident with the claw, saw that the light was on the floor. He crawled to it. He worked out what might have happened. The creature must have been chased by whatever had belonged to the claw earlier and had escaped barely.
He eventually crawled close enough to see it was a fairy, a small person about a foot tall, with wings that gave off the red glow of light. It was dressed in a sewed together collection of leaves that looked like they had come from a tree in autumn. It was female, with short red hair and a curvy figure that any woman would be jealous of. She looked badly hurt, its eyes closed in pain and tiredness. It was breathing heavily, her chest moving up and down in at uneven intervals. She was hurt badly. Her eyes opened slightly, her breathing still erratic. Xitra grinned happily at the creatures safe return to consciousness. Her breathing stopped, and Xitra knew, thanks to a technique he learned during his time with the Sheikah, what she was about to do before she did it. She flexed her muscles and popped up to her feet, drawing a dagger from her belt and pointing it at Xitra in a defensive maneuver.
Xitra stayed where he was, knowing that a fairy could be easily startled, even though he was partly startled himself. Fairies usually didn’t carry weapons, but guessed that the red wasn’t only a fashion statement. The Gerudos were a very tanned race, almost red in comparison to Hylians, and were prone to some violence, which sadly wasn’t biased or exaggerated very much. Maybe the same was for fairies. He began to speak to the poor creature:
“Be still little one. I will not harm you. Your attacker is gone.” The fairy stood her ground, apparently oblivious to what he said. Xitra thought for a second that she might not speak Hylian, but then the fairy looked behind Xitra and saw that the creature with the claw was gone.
She suddenly dropped the knife she was holding and fainted. Xitra reacted quickly and put his had under her before she could hit the floor, and picking up the knife, stood up. He began to run to his room at a full pace, being careful not to jostle his rider too much to make her injuries worse.
He reached his room shortly. He placed her on his desk and used a short stack of papers as a bed for her to rest on. He then used an unusually small pad of paper that was sticky on one side of each slip as a pillow. He took off his sheathes and armor, throwing them on the bed so as too not hinder his movement. He began to work on helping the small fairy to overcome her wounds. He noticed that she was sweating and remembered that was a sign of a fever. He tore off a small strip of cloth from his shirt and wetted in a small goblet of cool water he saw on the bed side table. He then folded it and placed it on her head, the water trickling down the sides and began to bled into the paper.
She turned around and looked at Xitra between slitted eyes, watching him begin to get ready for the long night that would follow trying to help her any way he could. Her eyes closed once more, laying down onto her back and falling into a slumber.
(OoC= As an after note, I know that I did not meet the requirments for your assignement, but It kinda teered off in the middle. I will get to it soon though. BiC)