be shy please review.
I have to let you know ahead of time that the spelling won't be perfect for two reasons
1) I purposely spell some things wrong because these aren't exactly what they are in oot and inside jokes. Ex. Deku tree is now the Duke tree.
2)I'm not perfect at spelling.
Also I would like to thank Demon Darkchild for getting me interested in fan fics and introducing me to this web site.
p.s. I had to use notepad because my word processor is crap so if its severely screwed up, sorry.
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In a land of darkness, a women leaves her only baby son on the border of a dark swamp. She calmly walks away as the child screams for her and as she does so the outline of a large creature swiftly takes the child into the depth of the marshes...
At this a young boy cloaked in a black tunic and black pointed hat awakens angrily. He quickly gets up from the matted leaves he was lying on walks across his small damp hut and begins punching wildly at a bundle of bound leaves hanging from the roof of the hut. The entire hut was swaying from his furious assault. Eventually, he wore himself out and walked over to his "mirror", a piece of a busted mirror he had stolen from his slave masters, and looked into his eyes. His glowing red eyes, and then looked at his gray face and studied it as he had many times before. He had always thought that it was not the face of a slave, no it was the face of a warrior.
Yet a slave is all he was. A slave to the beastly creatures called the Karako, who worshiped a large withered and dieing tree called the Duke Tree. The karako were around nine feet tall and were all dressed in purple tunics. But, despite their towering height, they where meek creatures, appearing very old while they where only young.
The eldest of these creatures was hardly 30 years old but looked as though it was about to turn to dust and blow away with the wind. This was the karako that owned the young boy. His name was Mido, and being the oldest he was also the weakest. He had large pointed ears, a large and unsightly nose covered with boils and warts. His eyes where tiny black beads that darted rapidly, and his mouth was large and full of rotted teeth and had large worm-like lips which quivered with any movement or attempt at movement he made. His face was all wrinkled and covered with boils quite a disgusting sight.
This creature slowly made its way to his young slaves hut on the outskirts of the village. The young boy was still examining his fine features when Mido spat out "DARKCHILD, get out here!" The boy ground his teeth as he herd that name. He hated to be called Darkchild. Just like he hated being a slave. Just like he hated his master. Just like he hated his master's race. Just like he hated this entire world he had be born into. The boy began to smile though, because today, oh yes today was the day.
The day he would change it all, the day he would escape his masters. Today was the day that he would kill the Duke Tree and in the confusion caused by this, kill his master and leave the village, hopefully never to return. But now was not the time to be thinking of that, his master was calling and for now he had to be obedient.
So the young slave exited his small hut, into the near blackness that was the outside. Mido scowled at him muttering about how long it took him to get out. Then in a raspy voice Mido said "We need firewood for the next few days." The young slave promptly replied "Yes, of course I will get right on that." The slave began walking away when Mido stopped him and said "You seem oddly agreeable today...why would that be?" "Oh, well I've finally accepted my fate as your slave I suppose." said the young boy hating every moment of this conversation. "Ha, well about damned time", but on further thought added "I think I will send Navi watch over you as you seem odd today." The young slave eyes widened for a second, just a second, then he said "That would be fine I could use the company." Mido hobbled off to get Navi and mumbled under his breath "Damned slave must have the swamp fever."
As soon as Mido was out of sight, the slave began to laugh wildly. Not only could he be free tonight and kill the god of these people, and his master, but also he would have the great pleasure of killing that damned annoying pixie. She was an ugly, slimy, insect-like creature. Not to mention the fact that she was god damned annoying, with the constant 'HEY's and 'LISTEN's. She was normally employed to keep a watch on him so he didn't make a run for it. He began scheming how to incorporate this little addition to his plot.
His musing were then suddenly interrupted by "HEY, LISTEN". Snapping back into reality, the slave realized that he had work to do. So, he picked up the old rusted but recently sharpened axe and went on into the swamp.
Collecting dry wood in such a damp and dark marsh was no easy task but the slave had done it so many times he could have done it with his eyes closed. The only thing that bothered him while he worked was Navi's constant talking about nothing he didn't already know. She had to continually inform him that he was supposed to collect firewood. The only thing that really stopped him from killing her then and there was the fact that he wasn't far enough away from the village and if she where to scream she could easily be heard. No, he would have to take her off guard. He couldn't risk his escape on killing her, no matter how enjoyable it would be.
So he went on deeper into the swamp, but in a round-a-bout way was going back towards the Duke tree. He then came upon a clearing, one he had been to many times before, here there where a verity of fungi growing. Particularly, large green and purplish mushrooms, Navi's favorites. He knew full well she could not resist their allure. He waited until her back was turned to fly to the nearest one, and just as she was about to bite into it, he grabbed her. He had her lower body in his right hand and her upper in his left, he then squeezed until he felt her tiny bones pop and snap and then twisted his hands in opposite directions to make sure the deed was done. Then violently threw her against the nearest tree.
Oh for how long he had wanted to do that. He couldn't help but smirk, it was all he could do to keep from laughing. His only regret was that it couldn't have lasted longer and been more painful for that pathetic creature. That was fine though because he was only getting started.
Now he softly crept to the Duke tree. Judging by the soft gray rays of light coming through the trees it must have been around noon. Perfect, the 'Great and all mighty' Duke tree slept during the day. Not to mention by the time he would be done with his task it would be night, which was exactly what he wanted. He was coming closer and closer to the tree. He could smell its dark rotting bark, and see its massive outline. His heart was racing, and a tear nearly came to his eye when he thought of how many times he had lived this moment in his mind. He knew well what to do, he had done this more then three dozen times in his head. Ever since he had seen it.
It, was a hole where many creatures had entered the tree from the back, and when he saw it he knew that the Duke tree was not the all mighty god the Karako had thought it was. This hole was all the inspiration he had needed to try to take the one thing he had always wanted. His freedom. The ability to rule his own fate instead of being ruled by others. Even if he failed then at least he would die because of a choice he made.
He was almost in the clearing where the Duke tree had grown and blotted out all near-by plant life, when he realized that he had forgotten about all the creatures that would be inside the tree. He would need something to defend himself with, sure he had his axe, but if something where to attack him it would be hard to block with an axe handle. So, he tore the bark off of a nearby tree to use as a makeshift shield.
Then standing on the edge of the clearing, he took a deep breath and ran silently to the massive tree. A shadow could have hardly made less noise as he ran behind the tree. When suddenly Mido came out from the side of the tree and stood in his path. The child's Eyes grew as large as saucers and cursing in his head stopped before his master.
The disgusting creature began a raspy lecture. "What in the hell are you doing here?!?! You should be gathering wood, and where is Nav..." But the words trailed off in the child's mind because he realized what he now had to do. His palms were sweaty. his heart was beating faster then he knew possible, he drew his breath quickly, his knuckles were white but his grasp on the axe was steady. Before Mido even knew what was happening the child had brought the axe through his legs. And as he fell, the ugly beast yelled and screamed in pain. His shrieks could be heard all throughout the marshes and sent many chills down the spines of those who herd it. He continued yelling until the child brought the axe down into his skull with a sickening thud. Then something more freighting then those shrill screams could be herd, laughter. The child was laughing harder then he had ever laughed in his entire life. This laugh wasn't a child's giggle, or a man's chuckle, this was the laugh of a madman but with a child's voice.
It was at this moment, covered in the blood of his former master that the child realized that this was what he was meant to do. He was made to fight and to kill, to steal the last breaths of many, and he couldn't have been happier any other way.