They kept walking down a short hallway which opened up over a covered chasm. A wooden bridge led over the chasm. There was a circular platform in the middle of the bridge. The Trio walked to the platform and found the center of the platform to be empty. The Trio peered down into the hole; it led straight down to the bottom of the chasm.
“Um, what?” Link asked, slightly confused. He looked toward the other end of the bridge: no door.
“Is this it?” Sheik asked. “I wonder if the temple continues from down there.”
“Maybe,” Impa said. “It’s possible that the doors are not visible from here, because…well…I don’t see any from here.”
“I wonder what’s waiting for us down there,” Link said, and his comrades looked at him strangely. “What? There’s obviously something down there, and we probably need to kill it.”
“Link,” Impa said, pained-like. “The first problem is that the fall has to be more than fifteen meters.”
“I don’t know how you plan on getting down there,” Sheik said to Link. “The clawshots will not reach from the ceiling to the floor.”
Link glanced upwards and saw the ceiling to be only three or four meters from them, but the fifteen-plus meters down would be too much by itself. “Hang on,” he said and looked down through the hole, something coming to mind. “I can jump it,” Link said.
“What?” Impa and Sheik both were astounded by Link’s claim.
“I have to,” Link said. “This is the Temple of Courage. I need to prove to Farore that I have the courage to do this.”
“What about us?” Impa asked, “We don’t need to, and we won’t be jumping that anytime soon.”
“I’ll go it alone,” Link said, and Impa shook her head.
“No,” Sheik said. “Link, it’s too far, we can’t afford for you to kill yourself.”
“I don’t see any other option,” Link said and turned to the hole.
“Link?” Sheik said.
“Yeah?”
“Take this,” she said. She handed him another clawshot. “You might need it.”
“Yeah, thanks,” he said, placing the clawshot on his belt.
“Good luck,” Impa said. “We will wait here.”
“Yeah,” Link said and turned to the hole once more. He took a deep breath and launched himself over the edge, through the hole, as his comrades held each other tightly. They waited for his crushing descent.
He spread his limbs, slowing his fall, and as he neared the ground, his body began to glow. And as he prepared to roll when he landed, his body became encased in a transparent gold shield. The shield shattered upon landing but made his roll like he had cleared a fence post, not a fifteen-meter leap.
He looked at his hand as he stood, and as suspected, his left hand glowed with the Triforce.
“That was all I had to do!” Link said excitedly. “I just had to brave the jump, and it came to me!” He celebrated to himself for a while and then realized he had no way of getting out of the chasm.
He looked up at the bridge and saw Impa and Sheik smiling.
“Incredible!” Impa called down. “It was so simple all along! But you need to get back up here!”
“I know!” Link yelled back up. “I’m not sure how!”
He started to speak again, and the floor began to rumble.
“Oh…crud,” he muttered, not surprised at all as the ground began to crack, the stone splitting open, letting massive vines shoot forth from the ground. One of the vines, ten times the length of Link swung by him, catapulting him across the chasm. Another vine swung up and crashed through the bridge, breaking it apart and sending it down to the bottom of the chasm, along with Impa and Sheik.
Link tried standing up before he was launched again. Impa and Sheik grasped onto a passing vine as they fell, sliding down to the ground, only to be smacked away by a another vine.
Link drew his sword as he stood up and slashed a vine swinging towards him, dropping it to the ground. He ducked as another vine swung past him, and he ran to the center of the mass of vines. Impa and Sheik continued to be smacked around. Link leapt forward over a passing vine but was vaulted away, his sword flying from his grasp and his body smashing into the wall of the chasm. He picked himself up and looked around for his sword as his head cleared. He found it lodged in the wall of the chasm, three or so meters above the ground.
“Damn,” Link cursed as he ducked under a vine, and his hand brushed past the fire rod. “Oh, thanks Farore,” Link muttered as he pulled the rod from his belt, extending it quickly. He swept the rod forward, pointing it toward the mass of writhing vines, and a jet of flame fired from the rod, whirling around each vine until the entire mass was covered in flame. A series of pops let out as the vines burned, exploding bits apart, sending them flying around the chasm.
Link rushed over to Impa and Sheik, both of whom were showing heavy exertion. That explains the several severed vines that lay strewn about near them.
“Well done again, Link,” Impa said, catching her breath.
“What now?” Sheik asked.
Link shrugged. “I guess we wait for the fire to settle, then we can get out of here.”
Link used the clawshot to pull his sword from the chasm wall while he waited. The fire settled after a few more minutes of ferocious burning, and soon only ashes remained.
“I’m surprised this was it,” Link said, “but I’m not complaining.”
“Yeah, we could do for an easy run-through right now,” Impa said. “But for now we need to get out of here.”
“What about the clawshots?” Link asked. “The walls are soft enough for the claws to dig into. We could climb up the walls with them and climb back into the hall where we came from.”
“Yeah,” Impa said. “That could work.”
Link pulled his clawshots from his belt and started climbing the walls. He tossed them down the chasm when he reached the hall, and Sheik started climbing. Sheik then tossed them down to Impa for her to climb. Impa handed the clawshots to Link, and the Trio walked from the temple.
“To Lanayru,” Link said.
“Yeah,” Sheik said. “Just me, now…”
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Noah Kamper
Born and raised in the Pure state of Michigan; Noah Kamper attends school at Pickford High in-you guessed it-Pickford, Michigan. He currently is in the 9th grade. His true vice would be his dog, Twinkie.
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