Title: To Die or Not to Die… That is the True Question
Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda...
Author's Note: This is just the prologue. Later chapters will be longer…
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During her last breathing moments on this Earth, Zelda reached a very interesting conclusion. There world is divided into three types of people. The first and most important group, for it includes the majority of the population, is composed of selfish people that do not care that the world is falling apart as long as it does not affect them. They are more than happy to go through life in ignorant bliss to the pains of others, pretending that everything is fine and refusing to believe that evil is running rampant through the city, threatening everything that is worth living for. Or if they do notice that evil is running rampant through the city they choose not to do anything about it for they figure that life is short enough and it is better to die happy doing nothing to stop the imminent doom than to die miserably fighting for a hopeless cause. They do not realize that if they stand up and fight they might actually win, thus postponing death for a few more years. But alas, even if they do realize it, most people would be too lazy to actually do anything.
The second group is composed of the few individuals that are ready to put everything on the line to save the world. They are willing to be heroes and die with courage and adrenaline running through their veins, happy to spill all of their blood so that humanity can continue its glorious reign of terror on the earth and break havoc as it pleases. They cannot live happily unless they die saving…something, anything…It might be an ant for all they care, but as long as they died saving it they can live a peaceful and joyful afterlife. They live for the rush of fighting against all odds and the feeling that they are actually doing something to preserve civilization. In this group, Zelda could easily place Link. Yes, the boy could not move a foot without analyzing how it would benefit someone else – or in some cases, like that of the ant, something else. Link fit perfectly well in this group of martyrs, no masochists, who willingly die for things that other people gave up on a long time ago.
Then there was the third group, the group of the unlucky-cursed ones. These are the ones that wish they could belong in Selfish Group One but are forced by other people to sacrifice themselves along with those in Brave Group Two, thus not fitting in any of the two and forming Cowardly Group Three. They are the ones that wish they could watch the devastation sweep through the world and die in peace, yet are forced to die fighting or are sacrificed for the greater good, thus dying miserably and with a frustrating aura of pure and sheer resignation. In this dreadful and hopeless group, Zelda felt, no knew, that she belonged. Well the circumstances in which she presently found herself in certainly proved it. She was lying on top of the Altar of Ydeggar, tied to the table, waiting for the Holy Priestess of said altar to plunge the Ydna dagger into her chest, while her own parents sat on the benches crying with sorrow yet smiling with pride at their daughter. All that Zelda could do was hope that Link would hurry up and get here like he promised and save her, yet again, (as if she was some defenseless creature). But as she heard the priestess start chanting and saw the dagger being slowly lowered towards her heart, she knew he would be late…. So this is how it ends, she thought with great sadness as she saw and then felt the great dagger sinking into her heart while a lone tear escaped her eye……