Disclaimer: I don't own Legend of Zelda.
This is just about Link thinking and musing after OoT. It's nice and dark the way I like it.
Hey, if you don't like it I tried. Everyone's always telling me what a great writer I am. If you didn't like it, okay. Tell me what I can do better. Review if you wanna.
Oh yeah, check out me and my friend's story, "A Night To Remember." Anyway on to the crap.
I have always hated myself.
Hate isn't a strong enough word. Detest. Loathe. Even those words can't express what I feel for myself. I can't stand to even look at my reflection in Lake Hylia. I always avoid mirrors and glass, they never lie to your face. They can't lie. How I wish they could. Maybe then I wouldn't know I was so ugly. I know I'm not physically hideous, I know that much. The woman are always batting their eyes and looking my way when I'm walking through the marketplace. Some of them come on to me, asking if I would come to their homes and help with odd chores. But ugly is in the eye of the beholder. If only, they knew how I really was. If only what you really are was worn on the inside. Then you'll see how people really are.
The Princess is a good example. You think with those blue eyes and lovely yellow hair she would be amazingly kind and sweet. You would think from where she stands that she would be the best friend you could have, and who wouldn't? She's beautiful and a Sage. Misconception. A great fucking misconception.
She's cold and ruthless, thinking only of what she looks like to everyone else. She stopped at nothing to kill Ganondorf, using me to help. I even felt a little bad about killing him. Had I known what I know now, I would've let Ganondorf destroy Zelda and Hyrule. Zelda hates getting her hands dirty. She doesn't care about anyone. When ever she talks to anyone for a period of time, her eyes glaze over and she shows the smallest expression of pure boredom. Mind you I've seen this one and she was speaking to a woman who had been raped. I wish people could see past the fake smile and pink dress.
People don't know me. I could walk the marketplace back and forth, everyday and they wouldn't even think I felt like this. That I am this. Wasted flesh and blood, created for the means of good, when I hate even the Goddesses who did this. Why me? I am no Hero of Time.
But you wouldn't think that from looking at me.
Sure, I smile and wave when they shout my name. No wait, my title. I am always known as "The Hero of Time". They don't even know my name. They all call to me and want me to help them with cattle, cargo, everything. They smile and nod their heads. But if I come back from battle covered in mud and blood they won't even look my way let alone give me a hot bath and food. People would let me stand in the rain, letting it wash over me to clean mud and death. I'm no longer the Hero of Time. I'm a beggar not worth the effort of looking at. They disgust me even more then myself.
Even Malon saw how ugly I was.
She knew something was wrong with me. She tried so hard to help, when she really didn't know how. Who could blame her? No one can help me. She had fallen in love with some man, starting her own family. I was living with her for awhile, but I had to leave. Her new husband wasn't comfortable with me there. Malon had so much pain in her eyes when I agreed to leave. She told me I could come anytime to visit, but I knew she was just being polite. I knew she was tired of staying up with me to the late hours, listening to me talk about how much I hated myself. She thought I was just pitying myself. I had nowhere to go and she just threw me out. Chose her lover, rather then the man who was her friend and held her when she was down and out. Malon knew I had now where to go, she knew that I couldn't go back to Kokiri Village. I had grown up. I wasn't a part of them. When I went to visit, Saria had asked me to leave because no adults were allowed. Adults? What about me? My childhood was fucking taken from me by that little blond bitch. Betrayers.
But I'm getting off point.
I'm saying, here and now, with the Master Sword over my wrist, that I will no longer be of service. Hyrule will no longer use and abuse me. I want to be free from it. DO you understand me? I want to be free. Oh Goddesses, I just want to be fucking free.
And I know just how.
In the small outskirts of The Lost Woods, I sit here underneath a great willow tree. The branches dip down to cover my misery and solitude. The sun is just starting to set. It will be the last I will ever see. And you know what?
I won't miss it.
I won't miss Hyrule, I won't miss Malon, I won't miss Zelda, I won't miss The Lost Woods, Kokiri Village, Lake Hylia, me.
But I really won't miss being The Hero of Time.
I smile when the blade sinks into my flesh. The blood pours out and creates tiny rivers down my hand, dripping on the grass. It stains the earth. I'm like that. A shitty little stain. It hurts but being me hurts more.
Being ugly, hideous, disgusting me will always hurt more.
My eyelids are getting tired. I can't keep them open very long. Death, something I've brought upon many creatures is finally coming for me. So now you know how your Hero really is. He's weak, he's cowardly, he's vile, he hurts, he bleeds, he feels.
He is a man.
Just like you. Only uglier.