How a maid can be dangerous 3

The yellow-clothed knight got away from his landing zone and, after a moment's hesitation, went right. He remembered he had told the Mogmas he was going to take left, but he wanted to survey the area, in case his friend would have gotten down the mountain since the moment the creatures had seen him landing. While walking, he looked at the red river flowing by him to his left. He couldn't understand how the fishes in it could survive. They were all black and moved slowly, a bit like they were deaf keeses. Talking of which, he could hear those bats' sounds. At first, he thought he was daydreaming. But then he turned his head to look in front of him and rapidly realised that he was not. He could see in front of him, hanging from the roof, a lot of these pests. He walked slowly, doing his best not to wake them up, but as soon as he stepped in the closing passage that was his route, red chuchus popped out of the ground. Pipit backed up, trying to get away from them, which let him just the time to get his sword out to fight the blobby things.

Being a senior knight, he didn't have that too much problem dealing with them, but the sound he made by fighting them awoke the keeses that, at the knight's greatest dismay, went on fire as soon as their tiny eyes tilted open. At first, he thought of fighting them too, but rapidly found out that there was a whole swarm of them and, considering the pain still in his body from his fall, and the fatigue it was causing him, he was not up for the challenge. Also, the heat was making him even weaker, lessening the efficiency of his reflexes. So, unknowingly, he did exactly as had Link done at his first passage: he ran into the cavern to cross it as fast he could.

Once out on the other side of it, having avoided both most of the keeses and the fluctuating lava, he found himself in a way colder cavern. The temperature was even so good, the knight sat for a second to catch his breath. He could hear the keeses in the burning part of the caverns, but did not bother about it. He had looked before letting go and seen that the keeses, considering him not worth the effort of leaving their cave, had decided to let him alone.

He looked at the weirdly shaped flowers in the center of the cavern and wondered why they were looking like that. They seemed like blue pumpkins with a flower over them. Curious, he got back up and kneeled before them. He reached out to grab on one of them and put it off the ground. His first attempt was not very successful, for it seemed as if it was hardly stuck in the ground. He changed position to be able to deliver more power, but then, at the moment he was about to start pulling, a voice came from his back and startled him,

"Don't touch that!"

He left the plant alone and turned around so fast he only knew he had moved after his sword was out and pointed at a Mogma that was there, looking at him with its arms crossed.

"Why are ya pullin' at Bombflowers anyway? Ya wanna blow yourself off?"

Pipit looked at the weird flower, then back at the Mogma:

" 'Bombflower', you say? Is that its name?"

The creature looked at him in heavy disbelief.

"Ya not aware what that is?"

"Well, no, that is mainly why I am asking."

"That's a flower tha' explodes when ya uproot it."

Pipit looked at the blue pumpkin thing and frowned. If that Mogma was right - and it was highly probable it was - he had been quite lucky not to end up blown-up. He could have ended heavily wounded or even dead. He turned back to face the mole, putting his sword back in its sheath.

"Well, thank you for the warning."

"Na prob'. What ya doin' here anyway? Ya don't look familiar."

"I am looking for Link."

"The flyin' guy?"

"Yes."

"Like him. Saved me from the reddies in the Temple up the volcano."

"Seriously? I thought he was a lazy guy. He sleeps on his Loftwing all the time."

"Didn't look like one. But I guess ya're getting' new energy when ya try t'save a friend."

Both stopped talking, staring at each other. Pipit was wondering just how much he didn't know about Link. The Mogma, as for him, was absolutely appalled by that "Loftwing" word. Just what in the damn hells was that thing supposed to be? Some kind of rock?

"Oh, I nearly forgot presentations. I am named Pipit."

"Pleasure man. Name's Silva."

"Enchanted."

"Yeah, yeah. 'Said ya were lookin' for green guy?"

"Yes."

"Saw him upper."

Silva pointed the opening opposite to the one leading to the keeses' grotto.

"Tha' way's the best. Ya just follow the road left n' you cross the bridge. Go left at the bird's statue. Tha' trail'll'lead ya to the top o' the mountain. Ya got all?"

The yellow clothed knight took the time to make sure he had understood and was remembering everything before he agreed and left, waving at yet another friend he had made. He then turned around and walked away. The Mogma, left behind, was still wondering what a Loftwing was.

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As he passed the door leading to the outside, the valiant freckle face heard a sound he thought there was no way he would hear down in here. To his ears were dancing notes of Zelda's harp. He stopped and listened closely, trying to find out where it was coming from. After a moment, he reopened them, now aware they were coming from where he was going.

He walked slowly, unwillingly lulled by the magic music. He was so caught-up in the atmosphere it was creating that it took him some time to realize it when both he and the music stopped at once. He opened his eyes and looked at where he was. He had advanced and was right at when the road turned left to the bridge crossing the red river. He turned it and, as he was doing so, got blinded by a flash of light. Instinctively, he got a hand up to protect his eyes and another on his sword in case of an attack.

The light and blindness faded fast, and Pipit could then see once again. He opened his eyes and what he saw then made him freeze. Right in front of him, past the bridge, was Link. His sword was stuck in the floor, right in the middle of a glowing flower that seemed painted on the floor. The green knight himself looked like a statue, both his hands gripping at the sword's hilt with all their might, and a face that looked like he was in deep sleep, eyes closed. All around him was some kind of bubble, blue and shining over-bright. Unbelieving, Pipit ran to the water-looking matter surrounding his friend and stopped in front of it. He approached a finger closer to it and touched it slightly. At the tip of it he felt he was touching something thin as air, yet solid as hell.
He placed his full hand on it slowly, stretching his fingers in all directions. Then, felling no answer from the strange bubble, he placed the second one on it as slowly. It still answered by nothingness. Still unbelieving, the freckle faced knight pushed on it.
Right away, he felt electricity run all around his body and got thrown far away from the thing. He landed on his back and slid until he hit a wall, getting knocked unconscious by the impact. He lied there, passed out, having crossed back the bridge thrice as fast as the first time, for hours.