Okay, I'm tired of waiting to post this. Time for something a little different!
Chapter 1: The Chosen Hero
She ran as fast as she could through the bleak, desolate landscape. Her bright, violet dress contrasted with her gray surroundings so that she stood out slightly. It was enough for a blood-red eye to spot her. Its owner, standing atop a cliff, leapt down and ran after her, sword drawn and ready to strike. He moved swiftly, his white cape billowing behind him, exposing its crimson underside. She heard his footsteps and glanced back. Catching her breath, she picked up her pace, but her dress kept her speed badly limited. Her pursuer, meanwhile, had nothing of the kind holding him back. Less than half a minute passed before he managed to catch up with her, and he slashed his sword at her waist.
But before it could connect, she whirled around, arm outstretched, and a bright light shone sharply from her open palm. Her pursuer hissed, covering his eyes, and stumbled backwards. She took advantage of this opportunity by drawing her own sword. Her opponent quickly recovered and attacked her again. She deflected the blow, and a sword duel began. He slashed at her, and she deflected the blow again. This continued for a brief minute: he attacked, she defended, until she tried to attack him. He slammed the sword to the side. She ran for it, but her dress tripped her, and she fell to the ground. Before she could get up, something sharp poked her back. She froze, breathing heavily.
"It's over, Princess," he sneered. "Now, give me what I want, and your life will be spared."
She shook her head, glancing up at him with vehemence. "I would rather die than give it to you."
"Tsk, tsk," he shook his head mockingly. "Such a pity. Not that I care, though. I'd much rather kill you anyways."
"You won't win," she snapped. "The Hero will stop you."
"Oh, really?" he smirked as someone from his army stepped forward. "You mean this hero?!" With that, his associate threw a body forward. It was clothed mostly in green, with a sword and shield clattering after him.
The princess gasped. "Link!?"
"Unngh," the young man groaned, still facedown on the ground. The princess' expression swiftly changed from shock to anger, and she twisted on the ground so she now looked up and shone another bright light into her enemy's eyes. He recoiled once again, and she scrambled over to the young man's side. She rolled the wounded man onto his back and cradled him in her arms. Little did she know, her enemy's army was now assembled behind their leader.
"Link," she whispered. "Oh, Farore…"
"Zelda?" Link opened his eyes slightly and gazed into her's. "You're okay."
"And you look awful," she replied.
"It's nothing too bad," he shrugged. "Just some broken bones. I'll be okay, but I don't think I can fight anymore."
"Such a pity," their pursuer sneered, sauntering forward. "You placed all your hopes on that weak fool, and what did it do for you? Nothing. HA! Now, with the Hero of Time out of my way, nothing will stop me now!"
Zelda protectively stood up in front of Link's wounded body, her brunette hair swaying in the wind. "You won't touch him again."
"Zelda," Link called weakly, "don't hurt yourself."
"I won't leave you like this," she shook her head, turning back to him. "You mean too much to me." Then she turned back towards her foe. "If you truly believe the goddesses will abandon us to your power, then you are horribly mistaken."
"You still believe those powerless fairies can do a drip to me? HA! Your faith has no grounds. Better off being honest with yourself then holding onto false hope."
Zelda drew her sword once more, a strange glimmer in her eye. "How's this for false hope?" she growled menacingly. With that, she thrust her sword into the ground, kneeling as a wave of dust flew from where the sword struck in a perfect circle. Then a beam of light shot up into the sky, piercing the darkness as a bright circle of light appeared in the sky. Her enemy shielded his eyes from the light, cringing.
"Nayru," she chanted, closing her eyes, "Farore. Din. You have never abandoned us in the darkness of evil before, and I have faith that you will not do so now. Hear my prayer in this hour, as your chosen hero has fallen in battle. Bring us another, I pray you, whose power is light, whose wisdom is great, and whose courage is unfettered."
When she finished this, she looked up to the light in the sky, as it continued to glow. Then its glow increased, and then it abruptly disappeared. For a moment, nothing else changed. Then, a flailing and wailing form became visible as a figure fell from the sky. Then it landed, facedown, and slowly got on its hands and knees. It then started and leapt onto its feet, walking about quickly and catching two small objects as they, too, fell from the sky.
"Huh?" it muttered, looking around so that Zelda now got a good look at their new companion. As it turned out, it was an anthropomorphic blue hedgehog with red sneakers and emerald eyes. "Where am I?" He looked at Zelda, munching down one of the objects in his hand.
"Forgive me, chosen hero," Zelda explained. "I hope I was not too abrupt with my summons."
He turned and looked at her enemy and his army. Then his eyes lit up. "Oh, I get it! No need to worry! This is just another average day for me!" With that, he leapt up and blasted through the enemy's army. Before they knew what was happening, they all became dust. The hedgehog suddenly reappeared in front of Zelda, spinning his other object on his finger. Then he looked at Zelda's pursuer, grinning.
"Impressive," her enemy smirked. "Your power is unique, little rat."
"Don't call me a rat," he snapped back. "I've got chaos in places you wouldn't think to look."
The enemy blinked, puzzled. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"No idea," the hedgehog shrugged, grinning. "Now, I say we get this over with. Should we do it the easy way, or the hard way?"
"Hmhmhmhmhmhm," his opponent chuckled darkly, brandishing his sword. "Whichever way requires the sword." Zelda looked up fearfully.
"Hard way it is!" the hedgehog cheered, running at him, but something caught his spine before he could attack.
"No! You cannot!"
"Hey! What are you –?!"
Before the hedgehog could comprehend what was happening, he, Zelda, and Link's fallen form disappeared. Their enemy stood there, sword still brandished.
"No!" he cursed, sheathing his sword. "She got away again!" He clenched his fist and teeth. "But she can't run for long. Soon, I will find her...and she will fall before me."
One of his allies suddenly materialized from the dust on the ground and came up to him. He turned to him and nodded. "Find me the princess, and bring her to me...alive."
"Yes, Master Ghirahim," his ally replied, suddenly chanting a strange, alien sound resembling an evil trumpet. The dust on the ground swirled around as Ghirahim's army reformed once again.
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