The Creations Bane
20.may.2008
l2set

note: if you didn't read The Creations, this might be a bit . . . off or hard to grip. and because if i don't say it now, i will hear about it later:

sheik in this story is his own person. i know that in the game he is zelda and zelda is he. i've played, i won, i'm playing it again.

and before anything else, i am not sure if this will stay a no pairing story. if it doesn't, i will say then. this has the potential to be slash or to be nothing.

also, while at times i can be harsh to my characters, i do not hate any of them. i am quite fond of saria, navi and zelda - and i have a soft spot for ruto. i enjoy all the characters of legend of zelda, even the really annoying ones.

yes, i am working on Sacrifice. it's just being mean. and sloooow.

& this story is unbeta'd and only slightly edited. all mistakes are my own. whoops, forgot to fix the text file to have breaks and stuff. XD

He had awoken on schedule and I fled my safe house to meet with him at the temple. The hero was 'big' now, as the fairy so aptly put it. That was the truth, he was big in size, not really grown out of his 10 year-old-state-of-mind. He was still very much child; a child with the power of the triforce flowing through his veins.

He was rightly weary of me, and I him. After seeking knowledge from the temple's created guardians, I feared this moment. 'He will eventually kill us all', is what the twins had told me. I was vowed to this journey, this mission. I could not kill the hero himself, and sacrifice Hyrule to the hands of the Dark Lord.

The hero raised his sword against me, only to have his fairy stop him from ending my life. I wasn't shocked really, I had expected him to be untrusting. They, the bearers of the Sacred Realm, did keep him locked away for seven years without his permission. Anyone would be feeling anger towards that.

I took in the image of the hero before me, still dressed in his Kokiri green. I wonder what will happen when he finds out that he is not truly one their people; I wonder if that will help plague him into madness. His fairy seems unaffected by his growth, but I am sure that she knew that he was never a Kokiri to begin with at all. The hero, I notice though, is a startling creature. A boy trapped in a man's body that has considerable beauty.

I heard Zelda's giggling over my revelation; I was so glad to bring joy to her in these dark times. You are far too serious, my little sheikah. Liven up a bit.

Before he kills us all? I would like to be prepared, thank you. The princess sighed in my head and closed the connection between us, leaving me to my job of teaching the newly awaken hero his duty for all of Hyrule.

"Are you listening?" The fairy, Navi - Zelda whispered into my conscience, asked her charge. He only nodded. "Then take out your Ocarina!" He complied and followed the melody for the Prelude to Light. He learned it quickly and tucked the instrument away. His fairy grumbled quietly at him but his expression never changed.

"You will have to visit the graveyard, Hero, because you are not equipped enough to enter into the first temple. I am sure it will not you long to grasp your new skills or body," I told him. His only answer is that of a nod, never speaking.

"We will not fail Hyrule, or the Princess," Navi told me and I took that as my cue to leave. I only hid myself away, as per Zelda's orders, to keep an eye on the boy. Man. The Man-Boy. I followed him out of the temple to go to the village, Navi took the lead, her hero always behind her.

The fairy spoke to him animatedly; his only answers were nods or a shaken head. He was barely watching her as he stumbles around the field, trying to get used to the bigger body. I noticed that he had not a shield on his back, only the Master Sword, not even a proper sheath. I knew from watching him at the temple that he left all the useless items of his childhood behind, including his slingshot and goron's bracelet.

He did not speak to any of the villagers,but I watched his fairy gather information for him. They slowly made their way to graveyard, our great hero of time still unused to his limbs. I could not help but feel pity for him. His first task would've surely forced him to get used to his legs in a much quicker and harsher manner.

"Link!" I heard the fairy cry, she scolded him for lagging behind. Again, that pity formed in my mind. Navi ignored his awkwardness of the new body, and forced him to hurry. Together they entered the graveyard and disappeared from my sight.

You lost them!'Zelda scolded me and I rolled my eyes.

He entered into a grave - an underground necropolis with a maze inside. Not even I could hide myself in there. And I cannot bare to watch him stumble around like some bumbling fool! I replied back, waiting at the windmill.

I suppose. Navi will force him to shape up, she knows that time is of essence.

She seems uncaring, I told the princess. I could her suppress a sigh.

Maybe, but she knows what is best for Link. She has been with him since the Spiritual Stones, she has not time for playing around. Do not judge her so quickly . . . you forget she has a mission to carry out as well. I nodded and went back to the task at hand. Worry not, the finale is far away.

"Zelda?" I spoke out loud, but I had lost the connection. I let out a slow breath and knew that this journey would be a long, hard task.

i am unsure if i like this enough to continue it. but i must stay it does carry some element that i have been wanting to write for a while.

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