Navina was... well she wasn't really sure what to think right now. She had been going over the books as she did as usual, attempting to memorize each criminal's name and description. After she had neglected to realize that she had run, assisted, and was even cordial to a known criminal (albeit a petty one), she wasn't going to let it happen again. Besides, it's not like Julius would do it, or anyone else. Although she was committed to upholding rules and regulations, she couldn't ascribe herself to complete lawfulness. The inefficiencies and lack of commitment she continued to see in her fellow guards was making her lose more and more hope in the organization. As usual, she could only count on herself to do things the way they were meant to be done. But right now... she was more concerned with the spinning wheel and magical man who had somehow managed to materialize in front of her desk. She had been sitting with her feet up, and felt it rude to address him with her feet on her own desk. She sat properly in her chair and stared at him. Navina couldn't help but think that the man was rude for barging in here like this without a proper appointment ... Navina didn't like rude people. She squinted her eyes in annoyance at him, but even indoors and at her post, they were still hidden behind her visor. It seemed as if she lived her entire life behind it sometimes. She smiled, although it wasn't genuine. She didn't ... she didn't really feel like starting a fight with or unintentionally offending someone who had the power to teleport beyond the reaches of Navina's appointment book. She contemplated what the man had said, however. It took awhile for the words to sink in, but Navina nodded slowly when she finally thought of the proper punishment for said minor offense: having to work a little bit harder. She smiled, this time genuinely. "... Alright..." she said, her smile growing. Someone who thought they were above Navina's appointment book deserved a bit of a stretch. "Let's give your magic a bit of a work out ... I think you know what I already want to wager." She paused, smiling coyly. "... since there's a desk between me and the wheel, mind spinning it for me?" [ Please twist Warrior's Training thanks. ]
As Navina made her wager and finished speaking, she could somehow feel the invisible grin of the young child fade slightly, as if he was somehow less amused than before. After a couple moments of violence, a disturbing and creepy, child-like voice emanated from his direction, though it was difficult to tell from where exactly it came from. "Masks such as yourself are not only unamusing, but lazy, too. They seem to reflect the face beneath. . ." His voice echoed throughout the room as he spoke, becoming louder and more powerful with each passing word. Once the words completely left his mouth, the young boy's thin, almost sickly arm slowly rose until eventually it was pointing directly at the spinner- at Navina. Without any further movements from the boy, the spinner ticked a single time, slowly sliding to another option before immediately halting. Even without in-depth knowledge about what was happening, spinners were supposed to spin more times than that. Suddenly, Navina felt everything around her start to twist, as if the room she was in was morphing. No, it was that she was the one being twisted and morphed. It was nauseating, setting an instant desire to vomit in the pit of her stomach; no matter how badly she may have felt or even wanted to, however, nothing would come up. The room twist and spun for several seconds as Navina felt like she was being sucked into a hole and down a straw. The spinning soon came to an end, and despite the horrible feelings she had just experienced, they were completely gone. They weren't the only thing that was gone, however; her office and desk was nowhere to be found. Surrounding her instead were visions of luxuriousness many would only dream about; exquisite paintings lined the beautiful, clean walls, fragile glass chandeliers hung from the ceilings, and the remaining parts of the ceiling were decorated with massive, stained glass windows, letting light stream in from above to give the room a very warming and comfortable feeling. Lining the long hallway separating Navina and the towering doorway were several humanoid looking soldiers, clad in exquisite armor and wielding sharp weapons. They seemed attentive and detailed, showing diligence in how they stood. They certainly appeared to be some form of guard or military force, but they seemed far more competent than your average Hylian soldier. As for Navina herself, she was no longer wearing any sort of armored gear. Instead, she was decorated with colorful fabrics and shimmering jewelry worth thousands of rupees. A sheathed blade seemed to rest next to the throne, the sheath golden and possessing an incredibly intricate design. Her desk chair had transformed, too; it was now a magnificent golden throne statue, likely worth an insurmountable amount of rupees. Before Navina had a chance to completely take the scenery in, there seemed to be some sort of dispute. The wide doors leading to somewhere opened up, and standing outside of them was a massive group of rugged, heinous looking bandits. The standing soldiers immediately all drew their weapons and charged at the bandits as they did the same, and a bloodthirsty battle commenced. As this started, suddenly, Navina saw a bandit appear out of nowhere and charge at her, his dagger drawn. With nothing else to defend herself with, Navina reached for the golden blade, but to her surprise, it was heavy and simply gripping made her feel sluggish. Quickly drawing the blade, she went to parry the bandit's jab, but found her reaction slow and without any finesse she may have previously possessed. The dagger collided with the blade, the bandit's overpowering strength sending it out of her hands and sliding across the nearby floor. Navina was sent to the floor, and the bandit lurched back to jab her once again, this time aimed directly at her heart. As he prepared to seize her life, however, his was the one that met an end. A sharp, powerful blade pierced through his chest and out the other end, sticking out to a short distance above Navina's head. The bandit was completely impaled by a longsword, and standing behind him was one of the many soldiers that had been lined up across the hallway. "Madame princess, are you safe?!" He called out as he pulled the blade out of your backside. A few other soldiers seemed to appear shortly behind him, standing stout and ready for any possible command you could give. Littered throughout the hallway were the now corpses of the numerous bandits who had tried to break in to this room, and not a single soldier appeared to be among them. "Madame princess, the filth seem to want their gold we seized back. Why can vermin such as them not understand that all must belong to you, madame princess?" One of the guards spoke, his voice filled with pride and joy at the mere talk of how you seemed to deserve everything. It was jarring and more than anything, probably a little creepy. It really seemed like these guards were completely devoted to you, and would do absolutely anything should you request it of them. It seemed as if you had been given a life of eternal riches; bountiful gold and an elite squadron of soldiers rest at your side, though not all in the world seemed content with such a decision. For some strange reason, you felt as though, if this were earlier in your life or if you happened to be reincarnated, you could have possessed incredible wealth in rupees, but it was far beyond that point now. Despite this, any knowledge or skill you once held with a sword seemed to have faded from your mind entirely; your muscles had grown weak, your knowledge of any tactics or techniques you possessed were but a faded memory at best, and even the act of swinging a longsword was foreign to you now. As you reveled in- or lamented- your new life, you heard a voice ring in your head, that of the young boy who you had previously spoke to. "If you wish to return to your boring, wasteful life, soak the golden throne in skillful crimson with your blade." Once it had finished, the voice completely faded from your mind. Who could have expected such a twist?
Navina felt disgusted. This entire illusion, this deluded reality, it could only be summed up with that word. She shook her head, rage mixing in with her previous revulsion. She looked at the things around her, her clothes, this weakness... They had to have been an illusion. Navina glanced over towards one of the guardsmen.. and smiled sweetly in his direction. She beckoned him to come towards her, and he knelt down before her. Without a word, she directed him to sit in her throne. A puzzled expression crossed his face. "You would do anything, yes?" she said, cupping his face. "Y-Yes, absolutely, Madam princess," the guard stammered, confused and nervous. Navina slowly grabbed the sword situated on his side. She pulled it out almost sensually, a part of her enjoying this absolute control over someone more than she would like to admit. Without hesitation, she stabbed the man through the heart. The guardsmen around her did nothing, and Navina glanced around towards them. A bead of sweat dropped onto the sword and she looked into the man's eyes. A chill flashed through her, as even in his death she saw nothing but pure devotion to her. She began to feel dizzy, her mind clouding, and moments later, she found herself too dizzy to stand. ... And she awoke suddenly as if nothing had happened, as if she had fell asleep at her desk. Her feet were still up... and a chill still coursed throughout her body. But she knew, she knew that man was real, and that he was powerful. She glanced around, her heart beating fast. She rubbed her forearms, feeling bile in the back of her throat. Something about the entire situation troubled her deep to her core, but she couldn't exactly figure out what yet.
