Hello all! I have finally decided to post something. This is my first story, but don't go easy on me if it stinks, alright?
Out of breath, Moe finally found a cave to duck into. He'd been running for some time, and felt he deserved a quick rest; it wasn't like he could go much longer anyway. He sat down a particularly moss-covered rock.
"I wonder if I'll ever see them again." He thought with some difficulty, sleep deprivation hindering him.
Of course by them he was referring to his friends and relatives, last he had seen them was a week ago when the Horror had descended on the camp. Moe fled the place when the first scream rang out, to scared to stay and help fight. A few minutes later, looking back at the camp, he could tell he made the right decision. The truth was, it was impossible to actually see the camp through all the fire and smoke, but then, that was all the affirmation Moe had needed.
The creature was an ancient foe, appearing once every hundred years or so, and killing everything in sight when it reared its head. The terror of it is supposedly indescribable. And of course, he had seen some of it, but he had trouble describing it to himself, so the truth rang out in that statement.
"Obviously not everyone could have survived that creature." he reasoned, "But surely some survived, maybe, hopefully?"
He knew, of course, that none had survived its wrath, save himself. After all, he had been through several other settlements, all ravaged as his had been, and every member had been accounted for. Some, Moe had known personally, such as Jenny, the girl next village over, the one he had been about to propose to. He didn't move from he charred body for several hours, but eventually he had had to go. The creature wasn't the only monster out their looking for blood. No, they were all dead, all his family, just like everyone in every other village. He may even be the only one left. The thought depressed Moe, but he couldn't delude himself with fantasy when his life was on the line.
He needed sleep and couldn't stop himself from nodding off eventually. He had a very restful sleep peaceful despite what he had seen this past week. But unluckily for him when he woke it was night of the next day.
"Crud," Moe growled. "There's no way its still dark out. I must've slept the whole day!"
He heard the noise and immediately wished he hadn't spoken.
Clink, Clink, Clink…
The telltale noise, the only sign of the creature was often described as such.
Clink, Clink, Clink…
The creature was heavily armored making it nearly impossible to kill, but also warning wary travelers of its approach.
Clink, Clink, Clink…
He saw the white glow and knew he was too late to react; his fate was to join his friends, wherever they are now.
Clink, Clink, Clink…
He felt the strike before he saw it, but sadly when Moe did see it; it was the last thing he saw. The red of the jewel looked straight at him, like an eye mocking him, the purple handle, and finally the cold silver of the blade sticking through him.
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"Hey, Listen! Link, that was the last Moblin! Let's get all the Stalfos next, okay?"
With a nod the Terror acknowledged his glowing companion and began his work anew.
So, that wasn't too bad, right? Do me a favor and hit the review button if you enjoyed it.
Also I don't own The Legend of Zelda, and I never did.