A/N: Well kiddies, I thought up something one night as I lay on my bed doing my cursed math homework ((what the hell is with these percents these days, huh?)) and then the beginning of something GREAT bloomed into my head. Yes. I do mean bloomed. It was like a bird learning to fly; it was like a flower opening its blossoms to the sweet call of sum- OKAY! ENOUGH WITH THE SENTIMENTAL BULLSHIT, HUH? xDD Excuse me. Anyways….Now, introducing for the first time in a long ass time, A STORY THAT JUST MIGHT BLOW YOUR FUCKING MIND! ((It's not about Death Note™ shockingly enough…))
DISCLAIMER: I NO OWN LEGEND OF ZELDA™ FOR IF I DID LINK WOULD WEAR SOMETHING GIRLY AND FIGHT FAT MEN WITH RED HAIR! Ohwait…;0;
Chapter 1 ((ichi, eine, een, uno, une, viena, en, ett))
The sun marched steadily towards the middle of the sky with no sign of stopping as the moon fled, dragging its pale glow after it. Without hesitation, the stars tucked themselves safely away into the folds of the sky.
Far below, a small boy with gleaming blood red eyes watched intently, for only he knew the old war between the sun and the moon. In a soft breeze, his long violet hair and cape ruffled lightly.
With a frown of annoyance, he brushed a hand by his face as if warding off any bothersome insects. The wind stopped abruptly, leaving a strange stillness behind.
Without a word, he turned and began to walk towards a humble abode, resting atop the charred remains of a hill, at which he seemed to reside. The windows were dark, and not a soul wandered in or around it. For no one lived this far north of the Sinister Wood. Humans were the least likely to inhabit the area for they were the weakest, and the forbidding forest had swallowed every living and dead creature to ever venture into its dark depths. It was a literal death trap to all things.
Inside the house, the boy lit a fire into the hearth and sat on a chair in front of it. He held his hands outstretched towards the warmth. His eyes lit with a devilish glow, and anyone who saw would have identified his as the demon who gloats at the evil in the heart of humans.
The boy was in reality, a very old demon. Although he didn't even know his own age for certain, it was estimated at around thirty thousand years, give or take a millennium or so.
He had lived life for a long time; long enough to discover the most complicated of emotions: love, hate, envy, sorrow, anger, revenge, despair, hope, fear, and even regret.
Regret pulled painfully at his heart still, like heated coals against sensitive skin; like a blade slicing to the bone. It gnawed on him, impaled him on a thousand knives.
The demon stood, pacing to distract himself. Then, with a horribly heavy sigh, he sank back to his seat and proceeded to bury his head in his hands.
A/N: That's all for now. I still need to work on the rest of it, but I promise you, I will get it to you soon. Or the god of procrastination will strike me, so he will~! Love ya'll.