Disclaimer: I do not own Zelda.
A/N: This idea came to me while reading the graphic novel retelling of Majora's Mask.
"He was just here."
"Well, find him then!"
"I would, sir, but he up and vanished."
"Yeah, there's no other way out of this room."
"Argh! You idiots! If he vanished in a puff of smoke, he used magic. That means you need to go out and find where he vanished to. Understood?"
"Yes, sir!"
Garand harrumphed as his men marched out the door, the only one into the room he stood in. It was a solid, round room with a half-sphere ceiling: no windows or cracks to squeeze through. And his quarry had escaped, even with a full regiment of soldiers right outside the door.
"Damn man keeps getting away," the sergeant muttered as he observed the feeble light of a single torch glance off the granite walls. If only I had more than just my men, I would be able to catch him, Garand thought. But no. The lords of Abin won't put any of those "monsters" under my command. Don't they know that this man is more than mere hylians can handle.
The sound of a loud crash resounded in the small chamber. After years of warfare, the sergeant didn't even flinch. He simply turned around to see one of his soldiers lying facedown on the steps outside the room. His armor, iron wrought by Abinian blacksmiths, was the cause of the commotion. Its several large plates banged against each other and the stone stairway. The soldier looked up at his superior and promptly jumped up to a ready stance.
"Sir," he boomed, though Garand was only feet away from him. "Permission to speak."
The sergeant looked him up and down. The soldier was a boy, barely older than 18, and looked like he would perish if matched against an experienced swordsman in an instant. They're getting younger every day, he thought. Garand nodded. "Permission granted, private."
"Thank you, sir," the boy shouted. "I'm here to report that the contingent of Rikadin soldiers we had locked up three stories down are rampaging through the fort, destroying anything and everything. They've already raided the weapons' stores and are fully armed. Major Tadark has ordered us to cut them off before they reach the gates."
"Damn it!" Garand growled. "Relay that order to my men, private. Now!"
The boy nodded once. "Yes, sir," he said, then turned and hustled down the stairs as much as his armor would allow.
Garand cursed silently as he followed more slowly. Don't they know who the greater threat is? A few rogue Rikadin soldiers are the least of our worries. The fierce deity is loose. The sergeant shuddered at the thought. And he probably wants revenge for his captivity.
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Farther away, outside of the fort, a patch of trees swayed in an unnatural breeze. The rush of air came from a mini whirlwind that had suddenly appeared in their midst. A blue glow came from its heart that pulsed three times. As suddenly as the freak windstorm appeared, it disintegrated into wisps of smoke. Replacing it was a hylian man.
He was crouched down as if ducking the blow of a wild axe swing. Peeking at his surroundings, he saw that the stone of his prison had been exchanged for green, coniferous trees. Smiling, he stood up to his full height and strode forward.
One step.
"Agh," he groaned as his leg buckled beneath him. Kneeling, the hylian took a closer look at his leg. He wore loose, brown pants that could normally conceal the strength in his muscles, but they were torn horribly. Deep gashes covered his calf and the blood that flowed from them completely obscured his pale skin. He could tell just from the wounds that walking would be no simple matter.
Well, he thought, that complicates things. I can't run in this condition, and I wasted most of my power getting out of that torturous fort.
Noticing that, the hylian became aware of cuts and bruises all over his body. And one long slash that ran from his right shoulder to just beyond the middle of his back that tingled like the feeling he got in his foot when he sat in one place for too long.
Clohira, you are demonic indeed. To put me in the care of such people… shame on you. As an afterthought, he added, And shame on me for being so blind.
Summoning the remains of his rapidly diminishing strength, the hylian picked up a nearby branch and used it to get up. Leaning heavily on the branch, he avoided stumbling as he began his march towards Hyrule.
I swear this, he told himself, never again will I be confined or fail to see what's in front of me. For I am Link, the fierce deity.
A/N: The Fierce Deity looked a lot like an adult Link in the graphic novel I mentioned. So I thought, maybe Link is resurrected every generation, and the Fierce Deity was a "Link". I'll update if I get any reviews.