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CH 3
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I felt an irrevocable connection with this blue-eyed boy. I could only hope my instincts were right, and that I wouldn't grow too attached.

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Alfred was surprised when he felt the tiles of a roof below his paws. Slick water ran across his feet, and rain pounded his back and head. The world was dark and gloomy, the tall spires of a once-proud castle seemingly screaming with sorrow.
Thunder rolled above him, and lightning cracked once again, silhouetting the tallest tower in the distance.

"That's where the person I want you to meet will be," Arthur said vaguely, nodding towards the tower.

Alfred nodded, and ran forward.

He almost tumbled off the roof.

"Careful you oaf!" He heard Arthur scold as the imp placed himself on his back once again.

Alfred looked down from the precipice into a dark void. The roof had a hole, and it was impossible to know how deep it went into the castle.
Judging by the infinite darkness and the state of the stairs, it seemed like it ran deep.

Since there wasn't a way around the massive hole, Alfred had to resort to finding a way onto the battlements. Since they were made of solid stone blocks, he thought that they wouldn't be TOO bashed up.

Alfred walked around, trying to find a way across the five-foot gap to the stone platforms until he remembered the trick Arthur pulled earlier.

Alfred looked back at Arthur, who was glancing around in boredom when he noticed Alfred's stare.

"What?" He asked.
He looked up at the gap, "Oh, you want me to help? Why should I?"

Alfred nodded, giving (now literal) puppy dog eyes, and after a moment, Arthur broke. He sighed in irritation, and floated over to the battlements.
"Come on."

Alfred jumped across the gap, feeling almost weightless. He had kept his eyes open, and noticed a faint green glow disappear after he landed.

Artie back home was gonna laugh when he found out that Alfred had had no choice but to believe in magic.

Now on the other side of the gap, Arthur sat back down, and Alfred resumed running across the roof, albeit a little more cautious.
They reached a tall wooden platform, acting as a temporary shelf for the part of stone that had broken off. A box lay a few yards away, and Alfred got an idea.

He heard Arthur question his actions as he got behind the box, but he continued pushing the wooden crate until it was up against the scaffold. Turning around and climbing up onto the box, Alfred could now reach the top if the platform.

The only thing was, as soon as Alfred walked out onto the top of a tower, two huge bird-like creatures dove at them from above.

They had the same theme as the dark goblins earlier, but at the same time completely different. Great ripped bat wings extended from their backs, and wicked claws came out of their feet. They had lions' tails, and had the same glowing red tattoos as the goblins across their black, shadowy bodies. The thing was, they had no face, only trumpet-like extrusions from where their heads should have been.

A loud horn noise came instead of shrieks, and one dove at Alfred.
It knocked him across the tower and into a part of the stone rail, knocking the wind out him him.
The other came down and slashed at his shoulder, leaving a short gash that bled through the thick fur.

Alfred growled, and jumped up at the bat-like creature. He felt his teeth clamp around the beast's neck, and he yanked it down to the ground, tearing it's throat out.

The other bat creature swooped down to slash at Alfred's back, but the American spun and slapped it's head with his tail.
It faltered, almost crashing into the stone as Alfred leapt forward, tearing it's middle open with his sharp claws.

Breathing heavily, Alfred backed up and almost tripped. Black blood covered the stone and Alfred's claws, but the two beasts dissolved like the rest of them, leaving behind two yellow Rupees.

After collecting them, Arthur hovered up to Alfred, and wordlessly sat back down. He had been thrown off when Alfred was tossed across the battlement.

They were almost there.

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Alfred ran up the side of the slippery roof as fast as he could. Two more of the bat-things were chasing him, and he didn't want to fight on an incline. He didn't want to fight at all; he just wanted to go home already!

He made it to the tall window ledge, and hastily jumped down into the tower, landing on more stone steps. This time, though, they seemed completely intact.
Alfred shook the water out of his coat, successfully soaking Arthur more than he already was.

"What the hell! Stop it!"

If Alfred could've chuckled, he would've.

He went down the stairs first, but was met with a locked door.
Going up the stairs, he could see a door, slightly ajar.

He cautiously pushed it open with his nose, and crept into the room.