A/N: This story is going to be different in essence from my others in the sense that I am going to go by an outline I wrote up instead of playing it by ear. I'm going to see how this will work out, so bear with me.

Awakened

Chapter 1

"From Darkness, I create"

One slow note after another, gauntleted hands regally moved upon a rather large organ at the very top of an atramentous castle; exterior and interior. His amber eyes were focused on the piano, watching his fingertips stiffly dance on the organ. The melody rang throughout the castle, echoing from wall to wall and room to room. If one were to stand at the entrance of the castle, they could hear the fleeting melody the red-haired man was playing. Whenever this man had a need to ponder and plot his next movement in the reality that he played like chess, he would retreat to his quarters and tap upon the organ with his thick and heavy fingers. It relaxed him and let his mind focus on something else for the moment while he would idly continue to ponder and plot.

He was garbed in various regal armor and clothing. His hands were protected beyond the wrist with cloth gauntlets, a metal surrounding half of his hand to let his fingers roam free. Upon the cloth that extended almost to his elbows were various red and blue patterns. Red rectangles and blue outskirting lines lined the gauntlet. A dark brown leather shirt met the end of the gauntlets, covering his torso. Covering his neck was a thick black-armored gorget that left the front of his neck free but protected the back, the armor extending up to his ears, and upon his shoulders were silver pauldrons. Over the gorget was a cloth in similar design to the gauntlets he wore as was a sash around his waist. He wore thick leather leggings attached to trunk-like legs that were firmly planted to the ground. Attached to his shins were poleyns that extended upward with a fit plate that covered the front of his kneecaps. He wore bronze-colored armored boots, covering the throats was a similar designed cloth to the gauntlets and gorget.

Attached to his back as a thick crimson cape that could have been dyed with the blood of all whom he has killed. The one of worthy note: the late King of Hyrule himself. After the assassination he took the castle for himself and remolded it under his name. This name was Ganondorf; Current King of Hyrule and soon, the world. Bleeding through his right gauntlet where the back of his hand was the sacred mark of the Triforce. By evil deeds and advantages, he took the Triforce of Power for himself. With its might, he colored the streets of the castle town with blood of the villagers, then had the power and will to resurrect them to be his eternal guards while the rest fled. The mindless corpses in the castle town named redeads would forever serve loyal.

But, something troubled him that he had still to decide on that couldn't be done by him. A single boy was running amok in the great Ganondorf's land. Already, with his ridiculous green hat and pitiful sword he had broken the curses on two of his temples and awakened the sages there. This disgruntled the Evil King, for he was making progress and was nearly halfway done with breaking the curses upon all of the temples. He was no fool to assume that the boy was getting stronger with each trial he passed, as well. But there was too little time for Ganondorf to even leave the castle at the moment. He would need a pawn to send to confront this little boy. As he played, he realized it would have to be decisive. The possibility of letting the boy live was too great. After all, he had yet to locate the whelp of a Princess that had his Triforce of Wisdom.

Finishing the tune, his cunning mind had come up with a perfect solution. His thick crimson eyebrows furrowed as he thought of the plan, a large grin pursing his lips that spread ear-to-ear. That was how he was going to bring down the boy. His right hand slid from the organ to grip the side of his cape, drawing it with him as he turned as it flapped somewhat, his eyes on his throne room door as he descended down the steps that lead up to the organ he was previously playing. He stopped at the bottom of the steps, letting go of his cape.

Similar to how he had made a phantom of himself with the mighty power of the Triforce, he was going to make a phantom of the boy, who he had yet to learn the name of. He was pretty sure, however, it was Link. But this phantom – this alternative form of Link would be an ascended phantom. When he had created his worthless phantom, that was just a test of his almighty power. He raised his thick hands, stopping them just in front of his chest. Now that he had gained some experience these past seven years, he had mastered the Triforce of Power. But now he had to remember, remember back seven years ago when he had first struck Link with child's magic. He had to remember his presence and draw from that.

Letting out a deep exhale, he began his dark creation. Black smoke began to rise from his palms as atramentous opaque balls were centered in both of his palms. Remembering Link down to the last detail, he focused on how his presence felt. The courageousness when he amusingly stood up to the great Ganondorf, the striking sapphire eyes, even the silly hat. Turning his hands outward, the black smoke rising from his hands suddenly retreated back to his palms as the opaque spheres were released from his hands and flew through the air like arrows to the carpeted floor, striking the ground as the opaque balls exploded into more black smog. But it was a controlled smoke that began to take the form of a body, as it all condensed into the body.

Upon the floor now lay a ash-gray skinned being. He was crumbled on his side in a somewhat loose fetal position. His white hair lay against the floor, covering half of his face. His lips were parted as his chest slowly rose and fell. He was clad in a black tunic and boots, the silly hat on his head even black. A white utility belt was wrapped around his waist, bearing pouches to carry various things. Across his shoulder was a belt that was attached to the belt around his waist that would carry his sword that was missing. Covering his hands up to his elbows were white fingerless gauntlets, wearing skin-tight leggings and long-sleeved undershirt. Ganondorf gazed upon his creation with a satisfied grin, ignoring the sword and shield that was missing for the single purpose that he hadn't made them. He was too busy focusing on the creation itself. Swifty, he walked over to the side that the fetal-positioned body was facing, crouching down as his armored kneecap met the tile with a clank. A thick hand reached out and cupped the unconscious being's chin, holding it upward as Ganondorf examined the face of his creation. It all too well reminded him of Link, so he was spot on. The only difference was the hair color and skin color, which wasn't too problematic.

"Awaken, child!" His strong voice rang out in the throne room. It carried well, the boy jolting awake to find his face locked by the large man's hand. Crimson irises mirroring the cape Ganondorf wore stared into the orange eyes of Ganondorf. A small chuckle escaped the evil king in pride of his creation. "Yes.. I can feel it. You are much stronger and more powerful than the pitiful phantom I created that I had to banish.."

Ganondorf removed his hand, standing up straight. "Get up, child." He ordered, Dark Link slowly moving to his knees, shaking his head that was still fuzzy. Everything felt surreal to the unusually skinned being, everything seeming to surprise him. His eyes wandered around the room, before focusing on Ganondorf again. Remembering the order, he rose shakily to his feet.

"You are.." Ganondorf began, pondering a name. "Dark Link. Simple yet true to word. You are my eternal servant and you swear your allegiance to me. I created you, and thus am I your master. Your single purpose is to eliminate Link."

Dark Link nodded once, raising a hand to his throat which felt incredibly dry. He massaged it, his fingers digging into his skin as he began replying with a hoarse tone. "Y-Yes." He replied, accepting his mission and name.

Ganondorf sensed the weakness of Dark Link's current standing, raising a strong hand and creating a glass of cool water in similar fashion to the creation of Dark Link. Offering it to Dark Link who accepted it, the glass was empty within moments. "I have created you with basic knowledge of the world around you.. Yet you are still very inexpeirenced. ...I will send you to Gerudo Fortress for training. I will send word immediately and prepare your teachers. You are headed southwest to the desert. Once your training is completed, you will be sent to destroy Link. Am I understood?"

The boy nodded again after a moment, turning immediately to leave the throne room and prepare his journey. Ganondorf watched the gray-skinned Link leave the vicinity, raising a hand to rub his chin in thought before he turned, ascending the steps and returning to play the organ to decide on his next course of action to locate the exalted princess.