Her voice, or was it his?
It doesn't matter anymore.
That voice, it haunts me.
Always calling.
Some say it drove me mad.
Maybe they are right.
When I finally plucked it's wings from it's crying body, the voice kept coming at me.
From everywhere, from everything.
The farmer's helper was my first attempt to quiet it.
When I slit open his throat the blood gurgled out, stiflingly the echoed voice for a few moments.
It kept calling out to me, ever louder.
I had to find it. To silence it for ever.
It came from Zora falls next.
I though I had found it in the belly of their fat king.
The useless pile of scum he was.
As I slashed away with my blade, his croaks of mercy could only muffle the voice, and give me a few moments of peace.
When I awoke the next day I found my self in the woods.
The voice was louder than ever.
I wandered screaming and crying for the voice to stop!
Then I came upon my old village.
Drawing my blade,I knew what could make it stop, and give me a few desperate seconds of respite.
Their screams of pain and horror as I butchered them soothed my ears.
One tried to fight back.
How amusing it was when I split him in half.
As I laid amongst the carnage,I reflected back to when I lived among them.
How I wanted to be like them.
But now I know I am better than they could have ever think to be.
That was when the royal guard found me.
I was to be taken dead or alive.
Who were they to threaten me!
The Hero of Time!
If it wasn't for me they would all be dead!
Insufferable ingrates!
How dare they interrupt my few moments of solitude!
I unleashed a savageness I did not know I had.
The crunching of bone.
The sweet whistle of metal slicing open flesh.
And the screams.
What beautiful screams they were.
Then she appered.
Her long white flowwing gown.
Hair the color of the morning sun.
Eyes as blue as the sea.
Princess Zelda.
Her scream would be the sweetest fruit of them all.
I rembered back to when she was taken away.
I savored the memory.
I had to hear it again.
As I ran to her, I was blinded.
Then a force hit me.
As my eyes closed, I could still hear the voice.
It was laughing at me.
When I awoke, I found myself in this room and tied in this jacket.
And the voice...
is still there...
calling to me.