Disclaimer: I do not own any Nintendo related characters, the majority of which are Zelda in origin. However, I do have a majority of terms, items, plots, places and characters that are strictly my own and are to not be recreated as I have put due justice in keeping them within the realm of my own ideals.
For those who have read this fan fic before, I never got around to updating it or any of that stuff due to some personal dilemmas, and during that time, I have decided to rewrite with my much more advanced skill compared to what I had written and placed here that is over two years old. Enjoy the fic!
The Legend of Zelda: Evil's Wake
Prologue: Legends
In a land forgotten to time, a land built upon all things legendary and mythical, forever peace had befallen it. Hyrule, the greatest kingdom ever to have existed had suffered toils for hundreds of years, the plague of evil in hearts so vile continually assaulted all that opposed them. A hero would rise to each overhaul or attempt and strike down the enemy with forces supernatural and difficult to comprehend. In one final bout with the King of Evil, Ganondorf of the Gerudo, this Hero, Link, faded away from the hearts of the people by his own accord. Hyrule fell into its longest peace since the days of its conception.
During the mists of time however, some legends disappeared from the minds of almost all men and from all records. Before the time of Hylian rule over the realms, there existed a kingdom just as great if not greater, the kingdom of Crandall. A civilization led by a loyal family for centuries gone by, it too had legends, as would any other land, and it too had its wars with the forces of black hearts. In its beginning the land was covered with the blood of the innocent, drawn by a demon filled with great power, Doopliss. Struck down by the Goddesses of Creation, he vowed his return, and so brought Crandall's history its true justice.
Doopliss returned after the days of Creation just as he had said. To murder the current king, to employ terror in the citizens that was his goal; using six personal objects to his disposal he was almost successful. The night of the Autumn Festival he invaded the castle, spilling blood of any who stood in his way from the throne room, the demon slaughtered the attendees, the guards, the Queen in hopes of finishing the night with the king's head dashed against the walls of Crandall Castle.
The demon did not meet success. Again his thwarting was brought to him by the Goddesses of Creation who descended within the torch lit compound and attacked Doopliss head on. Defeated by the pure power of the Three, his weapons were dispatched to random locations across the realm and in a strange moment of mercy, Doopliss was sealed within the Wilds of the wood, robbed of his body, a walking spirit. In the hectic battling Doopliss vowed his return to finish the kingdom at the birth of the next heir to go by the name of the king at the time…Gustaf.
By some divine prank Doopliss was not left defenceless in those magical woods, his dagger had nestled its home there, the very one that would ensure his escape. Centuries went by and those events were crafted into legends, and after many more years they were just about forgotten. But all the while Doopliss was harvesting souls to empower him, harvesting them from those foolish to ignore the myths of the wood he was trapped in, the Demon Woods, bestowed the name by its contents. To even the royal family he was forgotten and at the birth of one Gustaf Crandall Hyrule II, a salvo of lighting met his cries in the infirmary. Doopliss kept his promise in the eighteen years that followed, a small boy filled with hate and powered by a dare had entered his forest, and he was the last ounce of power the demon needed to break his seal.
All during the while that Gustaf grew he was being manipulated by dark forces; to the extent that he knew not why he felt the things he had been feeling. Doopliss was preparing him and no one could see the signs, not even the heir. Gustaf was a boy of eighteen, supporting two brothers and to his despair; on his father's deathbed he was denied the throne, his shady workings demoting him. His brother Daphnes was to become the next king. In the days that followed that faithful meeting, Harkinian regained partial health and someone who had disappeared into the Demon Woods three months earlier suddenly turned up in the bordering Barron Village. All he could say before taking his own life was "Soul Taker". Doopliss escaped.
Descending upon the soul he had crafted into his bidding, Crandall would know exactly what his revenge and hatred was capable of. What happened afterwards? No one of any land seems to know, this legend was removed from all relics, but in the minds of one the answer thrives, but in reality, there are three. This is a tale that occurs far from the lands of Crandall and in the future that it no longer had effect in, or so it seemed to follow that. The events of Doopliss misted in time would have an affect so great that no one could ever fully grasp what they meant, this tale is built on the legend of Evil's Wake, built on the legend of black hearts.