Alright. New Zelda Fic. I hope to stick with this one.
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Prologue: Ganons Triumph
Just a boy…
Just a boy?... a grave understatement. The one who the gods favored, how could I miss something so fundamental? I had so much power… still have it. Even when sealed away, tumbling down a white abyss. Falling. Useless.
I kept whispering the same line. Three subtle words. I repeated them so long they lost their meaning, "kill that boy."
Kill that boy.
My body aged slowly during my times of concealment. For the longest time I had a red beard. It grew past my feet. Like the changing of seasons it turned another color, grey, and eventually fell out. All this time I was still falling.
When I knew I was going to die, I landed on the cold, concrete bottom. I clutched my chest as my heart faded, and screamed out to nowhere in particular, "kill that boy!"
My words survived faintly, carried on by the winds. And somehow, over the years, I was reborn. All the experience and knowledge I've gained from my previous loss was poured into my new vessel from the next generation. I was more cautious. When the time finally came for me to see him, I watched closely. Observed his every move like an obsession. In the end, I still wasn't prepared.
Loss after loss… I was beginning to feel hopeless, when a stroke of brilliance finally came to me. If the boy was protected by the gods, then maybe I could solve this dilemma by trimming it at its roots.
I immediately ascended to the heavens and barged into the temple of my first heavenly victim. My fingers wound around my sword in a death grip, which has been infused with some of my power for extra measures of luck. Life was drained from the God within seconds. An easy task, but I wasn't surprised that my second and third gods were equally child's play. There were many gods, some almost as weak as mortals.
The fourth God was what got me, who seemed aware of my intentions and disintegrated me with a blast of raw power. But I came back. I always did. Trail and error beyond trial and error I found their weak points. I killed them all. I thought for sure the gods would protect other gods, but then again maybe a God requires too much magic to protect.
Many generations later, I was ready to face my last God. Ellyon. As I set foot into the last temple, I unsheathed my blade. My robe rippled and snapped as the heavens winds picked up. Ellyon was ready for me… had to be. Only a fool wouldn't have the slightest idea of my intentions.
I walked inside, hoping that I wouldn't die before I had a chance to foresee any advice for my next generation. "Show yourself!" I barked. I wasn't scared, more angry than anything. Silence.
I looked around the darkest corners of the stone architecture first, then let my eyes wander about the sunlit portions. Old rugs, nothing special, lay in a long line leading up to the throne. But there was no God.
"From the moment I created you, I knew you would betray me."
I heard a soft voice from behind the throne. A greedy smile played onto my face. I gripped my dark blade and charged in that direction.
"I created everything you know, the gods and goddesses that made this world what it is today. I am the maker of all things."
I flipped over the throne, where a plain wooden chair rested, and raised my blade in front of Ellyon in a threatening manner. The God took me by surprise. He just sat there vulnerably, his smile, so genuine, so sincere. It unnerved me. I made to swing down my blade… but just couldn't. I was entranced.
His eyes were tearing up, but not in a selfish way, not because he was at the mercy of my blade. He looked at me with sorry eyes, they showed pity.
"I gave you power. The power strong enough to destroy anything. Yet you wanted so much more. You're the deception of Hyrule, I knew this, but I inherited you with part of the Triforce anyway. That, my dear king of the Guerdos, is because I love all of my creation. I love you."
I will not admit this aloud, but this was the first time that I ever swung at my enemy out of fear. I sliced him hard. Right down the middle. The magic in my blade made him fall apart in two slabs, like a mortal.
Then I laughed, but harder than usual. I was forcing it a little. I thought killing all the Gods would make me feel all the more superior, all the more powerful. But somehow, Ellyon spoiled that for me in the last few seconds. A real misfortune, but still I laughed, knowing that my time of reign was soon.
Without the gods, how could the boy prevail now?
