Hello Fanfiction! I just wanted to put a little author's note here at the beginning to point out a few things about the story. First, there will be warnings at the beginning of every chapter about any explicit content. Also, I will not change the rating to the story. It will be teen and kept teen. Secondly, I suggest you get affiliated with most of the Legend of Zelda series before reading this. It does not concern one single game, but others as well, particularly the following: Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask, Wind Waker, and Twilight Princess. However, the story takes place in OoT's Hyrule. Thirdly, this game contains a few theories, particularly the Split Timeline Theory (Also known as the Adult and Child Timeline, it concerns that Link created two different times in OoT). Finally, this is my first story so I ask that you try not to be too harsh in the comments, although I do enjoy feedback and criticism.
Thank you, and enjoy.
Warning:
In this chapter of the Great Destroyer, there is slightly explicit language.
Prologue
The King of Evil stood alone on the bright plain. From all directions, he could see a continuous surface of stone spanning out far beyond the view of any eye, naked or divine. The sky, a ruffled blend of gray and white, stood like a dome above, holding no sun or moon. Although unseen, the limbo realm was lit by some source of tenacious light, never dying from night and never strengthening from day. It was here, in this world, to which the King of Evil was bound for all of sacred eternity. He was to never eat, never to drink again. He would cease to see anything but the dim color of the sky and the rough stone road to which he would walk on even as time itself ended.
The King of Evil knew that escaping this realm was impossible. From the light of the blade that had sealed his fate, the Seven Sages had cast a spell of unknown godly proportion onto his fading demonic body, trapping him in their world as long as the "blade of evil's bane" lay dormant in its resting place, and as long as the Sages kept him focused.
But someday, he hoped to be free. To wreak the havoc to which he had never fully cast and to kill all those who had opposed him. Especially that damned boy in green. Even now, after what seemed like years, the King of Evil remembered him, along with the princess who had also defiled and cursed his plans for all eternity. If that liberal day ever came, his first goal would be to swipe those pathetic "blessed" souls off the face of the world.
Just thinking about it, the King of Evil tightened his grip, digging his grotesque gray nails into his greenish skin. However, almost instantly after he began to feel blood trickle between his fingers, the king released his firm hold. Angering himself about this was futile and weak. He would never get out. The goddesses and their Sages were too cruel to possess such compassion.
"I'll get you too." He said in his deep, croaking voice, "Nayru, Din, Farore, and all your wretched Sages as well. You'll all burn under my command."
After pointing a sharp finger up to the damned skies, the King of Evil took a heavy seat down on the stone ground and put his meaty hands over his face. For a moment, all was silent, and then the king began to woefully moan.
A playful chuckle appeared out of nowhere.
"The Great King of Evil. How pitiful."
The sulking man looked up from his hands at the robed and hooded feminine figure in front of him.
"I was expecting to meet you in a more formal manner," the figure said with a distinct female voice, "But I guess you can't exactly prep yourself every morning for meetings, can you?"
The King of Evil said nothing. He just stared on in disbelief.
"Oh yes, that's right." She said, "There're no mornings here."
The feminine figure's dark obscurity towered over the king. It was about time he finally said something.
"Who are you?" he asked, getting up from the ground.
His acquaintance didn't seem to be tenderized by his masculine height.
"My name is not important." She told him, removing her hood, "But my ambitions are."
The woman beneath the cloak was stunningly beautiful. Long, jet-black hair flowed down from her head past the shoulders, curling vaguely at the end. Two cerulean irises dotted her eyes, shimmering in the rays of the unnatural light. Her skin, a mixture of light tan and pink, had no flaws at all, as if it had been designed by the goddesses themselves. And, just as the King of Evil did, she had a pair of Hylian pointed ears.
As the king examined her breathtaking visage, he couldn't help feel a strange source of familiarity.
Awkwardly, he heard himself deeply breathe in for a moment. The woman noticed, but paid no attention to it.
"What is your name, King of Evil?" she asked him.
He paused for a moment, as if for effect.
"My name is Ganondorf." He told her firmly, "I am the Great King of Evil and the holder of the Triforce of Power."
The woman grinned.
"You say that quite freely." She mocked.
Ganondorf frowned and let out a small spark of his irritation.
"Because it is the only thing I have left." He said harshly. "What other damn reason do you think?"
"Now, now," she told him off, waving her finger, "No need to get angry."
This just made him all the more pissed.
"You don't tell me what to do," he snapped, "You bitch."
Instantly, the woman's eyebrows pointed downwards and she lunged at him with blinding speed. Ganondorf had no time to react, and he instead found himself with her hand around his neck. She had a terrifying grip, completely inhuman. The King of Evil couldn't free himself.
"I am here for your sake, Ganondorf." The woman said with a merged voice, "As well as mine. If you do not wish for my help, then I suppose I have no further use for you."
Her hand, which was a sickly purple and had all sorts of strange designs on it, suddenly sprouted a long squirming tentacle that quickly closed itself over Ganondorf's neck and more importantly his windpipe.
He had been told that it was impossible to die within the Sacred Realm. But as he felt the coming pain tighten around him, he doubted that.
If this "woman" was powerful enough to bend the physics of unnatural worlds, then perhaps she would prove a valuable ally after all. For now, that is.
"Fine," he said, "Have it your way."
The demonic woman smiled.
"You won't regret it." She promised him.
With that, the tentacle dismantled around Ganondorf's neck and retreated back into her hand. The king fell a small height to the ground, where he knelt, grasping his pressured neck.
"What do you want from me?" he coughed.
"Your help, Ganondorf." The woman said simply, "As well as your promise. In exchange, you'll be freed from this realm back into Hyrule."
Ganondorf shook his head.
"I seek vengeance." He said, "I want to kill that damned boy in green who ruptured my plans all those years ago. I want to kill that same boy."
The woman's smirk grew larger.
"I see," she said, dropping her gaze.
Ganondorf turned to her, anxiety in his eyes. The woman was pondering.
"As you wish, King of Evil." She finally said, "But you must be patient. For I have a plan to which you would never turn down."
Ganondorf's anxiety only increased.
"And what is that plan?" he asked.
She lifted a finger to silence him. For a second, all was quiet.
Suddenly, the ground exploded with a violent tremor. Ganondorf almost fell back as he watched a pillar of black water spray out from the stone ground, staining the bare gray with an abnormal and hideous black. From the water there formed a dark whirlpool that blasphemously spun clockwise and counterclockwise through the holy air of the prison realm.
After staring at the strange structure for a while, the woman paced forward and walked directly into the whirlpool. Ganondorf, perplexed, called out to her.
"Wait!" he said, "What is your plan?"
Standing in a puddle of the thin dark liquid, the woman turned to him.
"I'll tell you on the way." She replied.
Ganondorf was still confused.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
The woman paused, as if for effect.
"To Hyrule," she said.
THE GREAT DESTROYER