Disclaimer: If I had a million dollars, I'd buy me Zelda and co, but since I don't, I don't own the d00ds.

Author's ramblings:

Sipp has not yet written a Zelda story. This news shames her greatly.
She has recently purchased the Zelda packet, and is enjoying her beloved Ocarina of Time, though the Water Temple, aggravating as it is, still irritates her, though not as much as before.
It is worth it, however, because she gets to see her beloved Dark Link.
Sipp has an affinity for "Clone", "Shadow", "Dark copy" characters, as you can tell from her affection towards Metal Sonic and Metal/Robo Knuckles from Sonic the Hedgehog.
She is unsure to whether it is Shadow Link or Dark Link, but the game said Dark Link, so she will go with that.
So, there you are, a pathetically attempted Zelda epic by the doctor herself. I assure you it is nowhere near the quality of Split Infinity's, Lady Rose's, Arxane's, Alex Foster's, Metara's Hime no Argh's, or Phantwo's works, (Go worship those authors RIGHT NOW), but she sincerely hopes that the readers will enjoy the story.
Sipp likes talking in third person.
Sipp needs to stop before this note ends up longer than the story itself.


Chain mail and armour rattled as he bowed lowly, unruly bangs nearly sweeping the statue.

"It is only a matter of time now, Master."

Red eyes gleamed hungrily as the figure stood up. The sun's rays cascaded off of his garments.

He was adorned in armour of black and silver, an ebony sword clutched loosely in his hand. Wild blonde hair danced freely in the wind, as be bent down, daintily, and seized a bowl full of blood.

With one, swift, jerky, motion, he directed himself towards the statue, halting only in front of a fountain. No water rested there, only blood.

Tipping the bowl over. He watched, grinning maliciously, as the viscous red liquid trickled down the walls of the ornament, dripping onto the rest.


"Soon," hissed the figure happily.


He turned to leave, kicking aside the mangled, beheaded form of a maiden.


Mirror Image


"Have the last piece," offered Link, holding out a slice of cold, dry bread.

"I'm not hungry," returned the smaller figure, a little girl with bright green hair.

As if intended, her stomach decided to growl loudly right then.

He thrust the bread towards her.

"What about you?" protested Saria, looking up at him with big, blue, innocent eyes.

"I'm fine."

"You've barely been eating lately."

"You're young, you need the energy."

"You're not my father. Eat it."

He stood up, towering high above her.

"I may not be your father, but I am your older brother, Saria, and I order you to eat it."

She stood as well, glaring up at him, and folding her arms for effect, trying to make herself taller, and appear more menacing, but failing miserably at both.

"You're also a moron. And I am ordering you to eat it before you starve to death and die."

Link held his scowl for a moment, until his self-control gave way, and he lasped into laughter.

"It's not funny."

She folded her arms closer to her chest, and sulked.

"Alright, alright," he held up his arms in defeat, "Half and half?"

She brightened.

"Okay!"

The bread was split in two, and the siblings continued their walk, munching.

Link sighed as he let Saria take the lead. She was getting thinner.

She had been slender to begin with, but, not, she was bordering underweight.

We need to get to a village, quickly," he thought. Though he had no idea how he was going to get food, he suspected he could try the pity of the villagers, and try to make a living in there.

"Link, I'm tired…"

"We can't stop here, Saria, we need to get to a village by night time."

"I know."

"I'll carry you if you want."

She was getting weaker…
He scooped her up in his arms, striding forwards.

"I still don't understand why you left the Master Sword behind."

His frame went rigid, and he tasted bile rise up in his throat.

"I told you never to mention that… thing again."

"You could have done sword tricks or something, to get money…"

"Saria," said Link warningly.

"Can you at least tell me why?"

"No," replied Link flatly.

The conversation ended there, and all that he heard was the crunch of twigs and grass underneath his boots

"Look," cried Saria, stirring in his grip, and speaking for the first time since the topic of the sword, "A village!"

Sure enough, ahead of them lay a town, bright with the flames of torches. Merry sounds rang through the air, it seemed as though there was some sort of festivity going on.

She leapt down onto he ground, bounding towards the gateway, which was flanked by two guards.

Link risked a glance upwards. The sun was setting, the sky darkening.

They had to hurry.

"Wait for me!"

He ran after her.

Saria was, of course, the first one to reach the entrance, and the guards smiled at her.

"Hello, little miss. What can I for you?"

"What's going on?"

"The Light Dance Festival."

"May I and my brother join?"

"Your brother?"

Link skidded to a halt beside her, breathlessly, "That would be me,"

The demeanor of the guards changed completely.

"D-dark!" one of them stuttered.

The shock disappeared, replaced by a mask of cold fury. A spear flashed out, smashing into Link's stomach, knocking him down, and expelling out any oxygen he might have had inside of him.

The gates slammed shut, and Link got up, panting, and started slamming his fists against it.

"Hey! Let us in!"

The sun disappeared, the moon replaced it, and Link began to get more frantic.

"Come on! Please! We're just travelers!"

A howl pierced through the air.

It was night.

The ground underneath them rumbled.

Bone marrow, glittering in the moonlight, surfaced. It seemed to grow out from the floor itself, connecting to others, forming a skeleton. All around them, the action repeated.

"Stalchildren," Link spluttered, eyes wide and glassy in terror.

The action attracted their attention, well, a few of them, anyway.

Empty eye sockets met his shaky blues.
Bones rattled as the skeleton advanced towards him.
His terror held him in place.
The stalchildren were through staring, it seemed, for a group of them were now lumbering towards Link, hands outstretched.
Something cold and hard closed down on his arm, yanking down to the grass.
He was barely aware of his sister's scream of:

"LINK!"

As clawed hands curled around his throat.

Motion returned to Link in a blur, as he thrashed around.

"Saria!" he yelled into the darkness, but his voice was muffled.

The blood pounded in his head, and his hands flashed out, trying to detach himself from the mess of bones. His hit struck true, smashing through a few of the joints, and stinging from the impact.

He felt something flat press down on his windpipe. And he wheezed, trying to gather in oxygen.

There was a sound of ripping, and the sensation of something digging into the flesh of his back.

He screamed in pure agony, as he felt the claws run down the length of his spinal cord cruelly.

Tears of pain sprang to his eyes, as the Stalchildren all leapt upon him, in a sort of dogpile, all wanting to kill him first.

Gasping for air, Link groped around for something to steady himself with. The Hylian's vision blurred, as pain exploded inside of his head.


To be continued.