Get down! Namine! Go downstairs!

[He hisses before speaking frantically into the communicator.]

Zelda! It's the Crimson King's raiders!

They're coming 'cross the bridge again, lots of them. Ten, Fifteeen maybe-   Everyone in the Sanctuary, be ready... last time they came right through the wards!

Hang on-

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[The bird's eye view is very dark under the slim sliver light of a waxing moon, but the frothing surf gleams patchy white through the streets, mottled with reds that look deeper than blood against them.]

What is this? Is she trying to wash us all out? It's coming up halfway across the city...and the waves keep coming in bigger. Tide looks like it's ( Read more... )

[The world is shrouded in pale pre-dawn blues, but you can see the replica's features dimly in the cameralight, grinning. There's a slight breeze ruffling with his hair, and his voice is low but brimming with excitement.]

Aren't you all in for a surprise, when you get up.

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