Worlds Torn
By Love_Hina_Fan
Chapter one
Two figures stood on a plane of dreams. A young warrior, clad in green, blonde bangs leaping out from under his long green cap, and another man, who's aura radiated nothing but evil, with his black armour encasing his body. The young man gripped his stunning broad sword; blue light covered the blade, casting an ethereal glow to his face. His green tunic covered most of body, and where it did not, a white under-garment severed to keep him warm, but he had no feeling now, except for hate. Contempt for the figure standing across from him burned in the very depths of his soul, like an unquenchable flame. The man in black stood there, his blood red cape, tattered with holes and burn marks as well as signs of his own blood, flew in the breeze like a banner of hate. The two figures stared at each other. Not moving, simply studying the other. Then the one clad in black spoke.
"How do you do it, Hero? How do go on fighting? There is no one to congratulate you when you are finished; you simply go home, home to a lonely house, and an even lonelier life. You are nothing but a mindless soldier, born by fate to do the sages biding! Why do you fight me? Your ancestors have fought mine for eons! Why must we continue this retched existence? Why do we not join forces and take this land for ourselves? End this cycle of bloody existence and begin a new reign of evil, a reign of order!"
The figure dressed like the forest pointed the tip of his ghostly blade at the evil apparition.
"You're mad, Madrag Ganon. You pervert the forces of magic with your evil thoughts of power. The goddesses empowered me to destroy you, and that's just what I will do, no matter how many times you come back! I or one of my decedents will always be here to make right what you made wrong, you hear me? The life I live was chosen by me, not by the fates, I simply chose to do my part in a plan larger and more complex than you and I could ever begin to comprehend. I destroyed you once, I will destroy you again!"
Ganon stood there in silence, calm on the outside, but inside of him his blood was boiling, he was mad, insane, crazy, whatever you liked to call it. And he would show this kid just what he could do to someone who made him this mad. He ran up to the Hero with the speed of a deranged wolfos, but just as his hands closed around the neck of his mortal enemy, a light more brilliant than the desert sun cascaded around the two, and they were both enveloped in an instant.
"NO!" Link screamed as he awoke in his bed, drenched in a cold sweat. His blonde hair was matted against his forehead and his heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest, it was beating so fast. As his breathing calmed and became easier, he got out bed and dressed. It was late, the moon still shown a silvery light through his window, giving everything in his sparsely decorated room a ghostly aura. His quietly tip toed outside and walked around. These dreams had been becoming more frequently lately, and he was powerless to stop them. He had an overwhelming sense of longing, a longing to fight again. It scared him like nothing else. He could remember so many times during his sojourn for the sages when all he wanted to do was stop, just stop fighting, stop the pain, the hatred, and now he wanted to fight. What was wrong with him? He needed answers, and he was sure of where they were.
By Love_Hina_Fan
Chapter one
Two figures stood on a plane of dreams. A young warrior, clad in green, blonde bangs leaping out from under his long green cap, and another man, who's aura radiated nothing but evil, with his black armour encasing his body. The young man gripped his stunning broad sword; blue light covered the blade, casting an ethereal glow to his face. His green tunic covered most of body, and where it did not, a white under-garment severed to keep him warm, but he had no feeling now, except for hate. Contempt for the figure standing across from him burned in the very depths of his soul, like an unquenchable flame. The man in black stood there, his blood red cape, tattered with holes and burn marks as well as signs of his own blood, flew in the breeze like a banner of hate. The two figures stared at each other. Not moving, simply studying the other. Then the one clad in black spoke.
"How do you do it, Hero? How do go on fighting? There is no one to congratulate you when you are finished; you simply go home, home to a lonely house, and an even lonelier life. You are nothing but a mindless soldier, born by fate to do the sages biding! Why do you fight me? Your ancestors have fought mine for eons! Why must we continue this retched existence? Why do we not join forces and take this land for ourselves? End this cycle of bloody existence and begin a new reign of evil, a reign of order!"
The figure dressed like the forest pointed the tip of his ghostly blade at the evil apparition.
"You're mad, Madrag Ganon. You pervert the forces of magic with your evil thoughts of power. The goddesses empowered me to destroy you, and that's just what I will do, no matter how many times you come back! I or one of my decedents will always be here to make right what you made wrong, you hear me? The life I live was chosen by me, not by the fates, I simply chose to do my part in a plan larger and more complex than you and I could ever begin to comprehend. I destroyed you once, I will destroy you again!"
Ganon stood there in silence, calm on the outside, but inside of him his blood was boiling, he was mad, insane, crazy, whatever you liked to call it. And he would show this kid just what he could do to someone who made him this mad. He ran up to the Hero with the speed of a deranged wolfos, but just as his hands closed around the neck of his mortal enemy, a light more brilliant than the desert sun cascaded around the two, and they were both enveloped in an instant.
"NO!" Link screamed as he awoke in his bed, drenched in a cold sweat. His blonde hair was matted against his forehead and his heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest, it was beating so fast. As his breathing calmed and became easier, he got out bed and dressed. It was late, the moon still shown a silvery light through his window, giving everything in his sparsely decorated room a ghostly aura. His quietly tip toed outside and walked around. These dreams had been becoming more frequently lately, and he was powerless to stop them. He had an overwhelming sense of longing, a longing to fight again. It scared him like nothing else. He could remember so many times during his sojourn for the sages when all he wanted to do was stop, just stop fighting, stop the pain, the hatred, and now he wanted to fight. What was wrong with him? He needed answers, and he was sure of where they were.