Dreams Never End

by Dreams the Annihilator

As time moves, so do dreams. Dreams that alone are nothing, but together are a force strong enough to topple empires. Bear witness to this wondrous force as it rips apart minds, bends wills, forces hands, and in the end, decides the fate of the world. Rated T for gore, violence, suggestive themes, and mild language.

1. Prolouge

For starters, I do not own The Legend of Zelda, its characters, its lore, or its maps/land/terrestrial layout. These things all belong to the wonderful staff at Nintendo.

Criticism is accepted with open arms, but flames shall be used to burn innocent witches at the stake (not really).

I do own the character Aryen that you, dear reader, shall meet later.

Please leave a review, or simply message me with comments. Enjoy!

Darkness pressed down from all around. Link's breathing was the only sound. One could call it peaceful, but to the young lad, it was terrifying. This happened every night, yet never lessened in its sheer terror. First came the wind, blowing into unseeing eyes, brushing back fine ihair from a smooth-skinned forehead. The wind carried with it a sickening stench. It reeked worse than rotting fish, worse than infected wounds. It was the smell of death. It blew for what seemed to be an eternity, and always, suddenly and completely, it quit.

Then a light ignited, weak and close, casting a sickly gleam on everything in its reach. From this light, Link could see again. He reached for it, but found himself stuck, limbs restrained by an invisible force. The light grew, illuminating more and more, until it was clear that Link was in a small, windowless room filled with wooden boxes of various sizes. Straw was littered on the floor, a floor smeared with blood and guts.

When the light reached its strongest point, the boxes opened, one by one, releasing that terrible stench. These boxes were coffins, and as they opened, Link, scared beyond his wit, watched and saw the bodies, some torn and dessicated, others whole and peaceful. The closest ones were recognizable, his Granny, Ilia, Mayor Bo, but the farther ones were all strangers, young and old, boy and girl. One by one they awakened, stepping out of their coffins in unison, slowly making their way to Link, a hunger shining from their undead eyes. They grouped around him and attacked.

As the first blow fell, Link awoke to sunshine, tears still wet on his cheeks.