OK! Here it is! Part one in the second trilogy of Link's Quest to Find Zelda; part four
in the big picture. If you haven't read the first trilogy yet, this will make very little sense,
so please read "Link's Quest to Find Zelda" before you read this. If you have already
read the first trilogy, then please continue : )
~Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda, or any other copyrighted thing I use that I obviously
wouldn't own. I do, however, own the world of Mekinelle and all of the realms therein,
so if you wanna use em, ask first please!~
Part four: The Trek Through Damon's Realm
Link dashed over to the tree, grateful that he had trusted his instincts. The note said:
"Link:
I am being held captive by Jutaur in the very heart of Damon's Realm. He knows of
your coming, and will be sending all of his evil minions to stop you. Have your sword
at the ready, and hurry!!
-Zelda"
Having notes in the magic was one thing, but how did Zelda get the notes outside of
Damon's realm? He pondered this as he walked, heeding the note's advice to have
his sword ready. He also held the small crystal that contained the spirit of Din in his
left hand, ready to unleash her firey wrath if he became surrounded.
As he walked, the Hero of Time became aware of something behind him. He turned
to look, but there was nothing there. Link continued to walk, a shiver going up his spine.
He pressed on, but could not shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
What had seemed like just a shiver at first began to take form just behind Link, and as he
turned around he was face-to-face with a spirit. He did not need to ask to know that it
meant him harm. But how could he overcome it?
The thing was not much taller than he was. It stood erect on two legs, and several long
tentacles protruded from its sides. Its face was another matter altogether. It had seven
red, searching eyes, forming a ring around its ugly head. It lacked a nose, but more than
made up for it with its large mouth and massive jaws. Row after row of deadly sharp
teeth were bared at Link, and the spiritbeast took a step forward.
As Link took a step or two back, he bumped into something. It felt solid...or did it? He
turned around only to find another spirit, identical to the first, baring down behind him.
About seven feet between the two spirits, Link noted.
He held his sword slightly behind him and to the right. The area around him darkened;
the energy being sucked into the blade. It glowed a menacing blue, followed by an even
more dangerous orange. The two demons stopped momentarily, awed by the mystical
glowing blade with magical energy coursing through its very core. That momentary
pause secured their doom.
Link spun around, curving the blade in a wide arc around him. The energy spilled out of
the sword in immense waves; waves that would shake an evildoer's soul to merely look
upon. These two unfortunates were swept out of existence before another thought
entered their demonic minds.
Grim satisfaction was evident upon Link's face, and he continued down the road at a
brisk trot.
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Ahead of Link lay a deep canyon. Behind him lay countless miles of forsaken road, and
equally countless battles that had taken place upon it; all of them to challenge the
oncoming hero. Link scanned the area for anything that might aid his crossing, but there
was nothing to be found. Suddenly he noticed a sign across the canyon which read:
"DAMON'S REALM BEGINS HERE"
and in a barely legible scrawl beneath that:
"NO TRESPASSING!!!!!!"
To Link, the sign was inviting him to trespass. He pulled out his longshot and grappled
to the opposite side within seconds. 'I sure am glad Zelda let me keep all these weapons
and tools,' he sighed inwardly, then gave a start. Had she known he would be needing
them again?
He brushed that out of his mind. There would be time for questions later; for now, he
had to press on. As he walked, Link started to let his mind wander; something to be
ashamed of for a hero. He thought about how far it was to the heart of Damon's Realm;
he thought about zll the notes Zelda had left for him and their pleas of despiration. He
wondered what the heck a little black thing was doing plumetting out of the sky...straight
towards him!
He hurriedly drew his sword and jumped out of the way, inwardly berating himself
furiously. This was no massive white bird, though, and it pulled easily out of the dive- it
was actually more of a freefall- and faced Link, darting here and there like a piece of dust
on the changing wind...only about twenty times faster.
Link's eyes could barely follow the creature; it was merely a black streak in the air. 'This
calls for a general direction weapon,' Link told himself; then wondered where he came up
with that kind of a name. Quickly pushing it out of his mind he drew his bow, nocked an
arrow, and magically set fire to the stone tip. He drew the string and fired it at the
ground directly in front of the whizzing enemy's path. Fire leaped up three and a half feet
in the air, lasting mere seconds.
Those seconds were enough for the thing to fly throughgt the fire twice before it realized
it had changed from a black streak to a glowing orange one. The beast screamed. Link
was startled to note how human a scream it was. Then the beast spoke; spoke to itself,
but speak it did. "Fire. Fly faster. Fire go out when you fly fast." With that in mind it
flew in even faster circles around Link.
But this was magical fire, created to use on enemies. It knew not the bouds of normal
fire. These enchanted flames would not subside until their purpose was fulfilled: to end
the life of whatever evildoer they had been wreaked upon. Any attempt to put them out
was futile; the flames themselves were known to mock whoever was trying to quench
them by burning hotter and brighter upon each attempt.
Link had seen it all before. With eyes and heart hardened from many a battle, he jumped
over the small thing and moved on, leaving it alone to die.
**********************************************************************
It had been two days and one night since he had entered Damon's Realm. It was the
beginning of the second night, and Link had just set up camp. He drank a little of his
water and ate a few bites of beef.
Hot tears suddenly stung his eyes; he had all but forgotten what it was like to cry. After
all, he hadn't really cried in seven years. This wave of homesickness was too much for
him, though, the beef bringing up the thought of cows, and the cows in turn bringing up
the thought of Malon. Not that he thought Malon was a cow, he hurriedly assured
himself. It was just that she worked with them so much....
'Not gonna get any sleep tonight,' he told himself. He began taking down his small camp,
and when he had everything packed he set off down the road once more, the cool night
air flowing gently around him.
Suddenly a figure clad in all black appeared, blocking the road ahead. In the pale
moonlight Link could see him draw a jet black sword...followed by a second one,
identical to the first. The black warrior was tall; a good two feet taller than Link was.
His black armor glinted maliciously in the soft light. He wore a dull black helmet that
did not reflect the light, and Link struggled to see it. It had a black horn on either side,
with a black plume that ran the length of his helmet on top; resembling a mowhawk.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the dark nemisis advanced.
Suddenly it dashed forward, steel clanging loudly upon opposing steel. Link was hard
pressed to block both swords, but somehow he managed. On and on the two battled,
neither appearing to have the upper hand. The two were so skilled, so finely tuned at the
art of swordfighting, that everything was instinct. As Link was doing a backflip to avoid
one deadly stroke he was twisting sideways to dodge the other. As the dark warrior held
back for a moment Link struck.
Those dual swords were up in an instant, shaped like an "X," holding Link's sword
between them. Link took the pause in the battle as an opportunity to kick his opponent in
the shin. Furious, the mysterious stalker whirled into action. Link was pushed back by
the sudden onslaught, back and even further back, until....
Link paused, for just a moment, to look behind him. As he did, a sharp pain went
through his stomach, and a black sword entered his peripheral vision. Startled, he turned
around, shocked at the notion that he had a sword protruding from his somach and back.
With a knowing smile, Link slumped to his knees...and fell on his side.......
And died.
~change of perspective here~
The black warrior turned on his heel, leaving the sword in his enemy. As he walked
away, a strange pink light behind him hinted that something was wrong. Yes, some-
thing was very wrong....
*~~* THE END OF PART FOUR *~~*
Coming up in Part Five: " 'Now, Zelda...your Hero of Time lies dead on my road. Will
you still defy me?' Jutaur inquired. 'He is not dead. Your overconfidence will be your
downfall. He will not die so easily.' "
in the big picture. If you haven't read the first trilogy yet, this will make very little sense,
so please read "Link's Quest to Find Zelda" before you read this. If you have already
read the first trilogy, then please continue : )
~Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda, or any other copyrighted thing I use that I obviously
wouldn't own. I do, however, own the world of Mekinelle and all of the realms therein,
so if you wanna use em, ask first please!~
Part four: The Trek Through Damon's Realm
Link dashed over to the tree, grateful that he had trusted his instincts. The note said:
"Link:
I am being held captive by Jutaur in the very heart of Damon's Realm. He knows of
your coming, and will be sending all of his evil minions to stop you. Have your sword
at the ready, and hurry!!
-Zelda"
Having notes in the magic was one thing, but how did Zelda get the notes outside of
Damon's realm? He pondered this as he walked, heeding the note's advice to have
his sword ready. He also held the small crystal that contained the spirit of Din in his
left hand, ready to unleash her firey wrath if he became surrounded.
As he walked, the Hero of Time became aware of something behind him. He turned
to look, but there was nothing there. Link continued to walk, a shiver going up his spine.
He pressed on, but could not shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
What had seemed like just a shiver at first began to take form just behind Link, and as he
turned around he was face-to-face with a spirit. He did not need to ask to know that it
meant him harm. But how could he overcome it?
The thing was not much taller than he was. It stood erect on two legs, and several long
tentacles protruded from its sides. Its face was another matter altogether. It had seven
red, searching eyes, forming a ring around its ugly head. It lacked a nose, but more than
made up for it with its large mouth and massive jaws. Row after row of deadly sharp
teeth were bared at Link, and the spiritbeast took a step forward.
As Link took a step or two back, he bumped into something. It felt solid...or did it? He
turned around only to find another spirit, identical to the first, baring down behind him.
About seven feet between the two spirits, Link noted.
He held his sword slightly behind him and to the right. The area around him darkened;
the energy being sucked into the blade. It glowed a menacing blue, followed by an even
more dangerous orange. The two demons stopped momentarily, awed by the mystical
glowing blade with magical energy coursing through its very core. That momentary
pause secured their doom.
Link spun around, curving the blade in a wide arc around him. The energy spilled out of
the sword in immense waves; waves that would shake an evildoer's soul to merely look
upon. These two unfortunates were swept out of existence before another thought
entered their demonic minds.
Grim satisfaction was evident upon Link's face, and he continued down the road at a
brisk trot.
**********************************************************************
Ahead of Link lay a deep canyon. Behind him lay countless miles of forsaken road, and
equally countless battles that had taken place upon it; all of them to challenge the
oncoming hero. Link scanned the area for anything that might aid his crossing, but there
was nothing to be found. Suddenly he noticed a sign across the canyon which read:
"DAMON'S REALM BEGINS HERE"
and in a barely legible scrawl beneath that:
"NO TRESPASSING!!!!!!"
To Link, the sign was inviting him to trespass. He pulled out his longshot and grappled
to the opposite side within seconds. 'I sure am glad Zelda let me keep all these weapons
and tools,' he sighed inwardly, then gave a start. Had she known he would be needing
them again?
He brushed that out of his mind. There would be time for questions later; for now, he
had to press on. As he walked, Link started to let his mind wander; something to be
ashamed of for a hero. He thought about how far it was to the heart of Damon's Realm;
he thought about zll the notes Zelda had left for him and their pleas of despiration. He
wondered what the heck a little black thing was doing plumetting out of the sky...straight
towards him!
He hurriedly drew his sword and jumped out of the way, inwardly berating himself
furiously. This was no massive white bird, though, and it pulled easily out of the dive- it
was actually more of a freefall- and faced Link, darting here and there like a piece of dust
on the changing wind...only about twenty times faster.
Link's eyes could barely follow the creature; it was merely a black streak in the air. 'This
calls for a general direction weapon,' Link told himself; then wondered where he came up
with that kind of a name. Quickly pushing it out of his mind he drew his bow, nocked an
arrow, and magically set fire to the stone tip. He drew the string and fired it at the
ground directly in front of the whizzing enemy's path. Fire leaped up three and a half feet
in the air, lasting mere seconds.
Those seconds were enough for the thing to fly throughgt the fire twice before it realized
it had changed from a black streak to a glowing orange one. The beast screamed. Link
was startled to note how human a scream it was. Then the beast spoke; spoke to itself,
but speak it did. "Fire. Fly faster. Fire go out when you fly fast." With that in mind it
flew in even faster circles around Link.
But this was magical fire, created to use on enemies. It knew not the bouds of normal
fire. These enchanted flames would not subside until their purpose was fulfilled: to end
the life of whatever evildoer they had been wreaked upon. Any attempt to put them out
was futile; the flames themselves were known to mock whoever was trying to quench
them by burning hotter and brighter upon each attempt.
Link had seen it all before. With eyes and heart hardened from many a battle, he jumped
over the small thing and moved on, leaving it alone to die.
**********************************************************************
It had been two days and one night since he had entered Damon's Realm. It was the
beginning of the second night, and Link had just set up camp. He drank a little of his
water and ate a few bites of beef.
Hot tears suddenly stung his eyes; he had all but forgotten what it was like to cry. After
all, he hadn't really cried in seven years. This wave of homesickness was too much for
him, though, the beef bringing up the thought of cows, and the cows in turn bringing up
the thought of Malon. Not that he thought Malon was a cow, he hurriedly assured
himself. It was just that she worked with them so much....
'Not gonna get any sleep tonight,' he told himself. He began taking down his small camp,
and when he had everything packed he set off down the road once more, the cool night
air flowing gently around him.
Suddenly a figure clad in all black appeared, blocking the road ahead. In the pale
moonlight Link could see him draw a jet black sword...followed by a second one,
identical to the first. The black warrior was tall; a good two feet taller than Link was.
His black armor glinted maliciously in the soft light. He wore a dull black helmet that
did not reflect the light, and Link struggled to see it. It had a black horn on either side,
with a black plume that ran the length of his helmet on top; resembling a mowhawk.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the dark nemisis advanced.
Suddenly it dashed forward, steel clanging loudly upon opposing steel. Link was hard
pressed to block both swords, but somehow he managed. On and on the two battled,
neither appearing to have the upper hand. The two were so skilled, so finely tuned at the
art of swordfighting, that everything was instinct. As Link was doing a backflip to avoid
one deadly stroke he was twisting sideways to dodge the other. As the dark warrior held
back for a moment Link struck.
Those dual swords were up in an instant, shaped like an "X," holding Link's sword
between them. Link took the pause in the battle as an opportunity to kick his opponent in
the shin. Furious, the mysterious stalker whirled into action. Link was pushed back by
the sudden onslaught, back and even further back, until....
Link paused, for just a moment, to look behind him. As he did, a sharp pain went
through his stomach, and a black sword entered his peripheral vision. Startled, he turned
around, shocked at the notion that he had a sword protruding from his somach and back.
With a knowing smile, Link slumped to his knees...and fell on his side.......
And died.
~change of perspective here~
The black warrior turned on his heel, leaving the sword in his enemy. As he walked
away, a strange pink light behind him hinted that something was wrong. Yes, some-
thing was very wrong....
*~~* THE END OF PART FOUR *~~*
Coming up in Part Five: " 'Now, Zelda...your Hero of Time lies dead on my road. Will
you still defy me?' Jutaur inquired. 'He is not dead. Your overconfidence will be your
downfall. He will not die so easily.' "
