Background: It was a dream I had years ago, anyway. So neener again. For the record, I have a Legend of Zelda dream every once in a while, and have ever since I played the first game. This, remarkably, was my very first Zelda dream. What a way to start, huh?
Escape
by Orin Drake
The
pure coal darkness was seized and crushed to the ground only for an instant
as the fingers of lightening grasped for it's throat. In vain the
earth rolled loudly, but the darkness had escaped and captured the world
again.
The
sound of heavy, frightened footsteps created only a momentary diversion
as it crossed the paths of light and shadow, then continued quickly on
it's way. Rudely and right after, many more pairs of viciously heavy
footsteps and scrapes erupted in a lengthy tremor and passed back into
the night. Satisfied, shadow and light began once again.
The
darkness opened just twice to see the boots of the chased and the slightly
silvery light reflected off the ruptured puddles. Again the darkness
enveloped back into place, avoiding yet more fingers of cobalt and purple.
But
the night's annoyance was not to last. The chased, wild footsteps
stopped pouring suddenly, and the panic and fear was strong and thick as
iron, becoming a living thing. The fear given life approached with
a million minions, and the chased boy looked pathetic and wretched against
them, his back to the wall that had forced his halt.
The
malicious laughter of the breathing emotion was enough to snap the fingers
of the night and sway the shadows away into themselves. With a grotesquely
rotting finger, the demon gave its orders and the extensive minions closed
in.
The
flesh shattering swat of the chains was barely enough to cover the
screams of the boy. The minions did not stop until the breath was
beaten out of him, and he lay lifeless and no longer resembling anything
that had ever lived.
The
demon simply pulled at what once was the boy's hand, and it easily fell
away from the puddle that had merged with the ground. He laughed.