The Forsaken
Zelda ran through the streets of Market Town. Could he have finally returned? The boy that had left in search of Navi, so many years ago, was back. His clothes were tattered and rent. A strange sword was slung across his back, bone white and covered with runes.
A sense of foreboding was in the back of Zelda's mind, but she shut it out. How could Link have evil intentions? She sprinted through the streets to where Link was standing. His eyes were shrouded beneath a dark hood, face cast down.
"Link, oh Link, I've missed you so!" Zelda yelled, as she embraced him. She stood back, beaming. Link looked up, a single eye staring out of the cloak.
"So many tears I've shed over you…" Link said, as a look of confusion crossed Zelda's face, "but those thoughts of vengeance have left my mind."
Link raised the hood, and Zelda gasped. A black tattoo circle surrounded his eye connected to three curving, intertwining lines descending his face. The three lines were connected to a circle and his palm.
Zelda stepped back, alarmed. Without warning, Link drew the runeblade from his back and slammed it into Zelda's skull, splitting it. She crumpled to the ground. Impa came around the bend, and gasped as Link began to sheath the bloody sword. She dived at Link's back, drawing a long knife. Link swung the blade around and impaled Impa on it, killing her instantly. Both the princess and her nursemaid lay dead. Link ignored the nursemaid, and fell by Zelda's side. He hoisted the princess's corpse in a firemen's lift, and murmured a spell. As guards rushed into the town square, Link disappeared in a flash of light.
A Form of Life
He is not but a machine now. The vast computer once called a mind sends commands to the machine of the body, which consumes the necessary fuel to continue functioning.
How could one have fallen so far? The Triforce holder has walked the void of the dark realm and the deserts of darkness. His journeys carried him far and wide, and eternal suffering greeted him at every doorstep. Liberation is a long forgotten dream. Feelings… emotions… love… their meaning escapes him. A ravenous hunger and an ultimate hatred replaced them.
Good and evil are points of view, not forces that govern the universe.
Link appeared in the graveyard in Kakariko village. He rested Zelda's corpse in front of the Royal Family's headstone. He placed five candles in a pentagram around Zelda's body, and began reciting a long and complex spell. It infused a form of life into a corpse.
Link completed the spell's final words. He watched the body rise into the air and land on its feat. With a blinding flash, Zelda became a reflection of her shadow. Her skin was a dark navy blue. She had red pupils, jet black hair, and a skin-tight grey outfit.
"I daresay you are one of my most successful creations," Link said, smirking, "The other ones were missing various… ahem … 'organs'."
"I'm not missing anything, my mate," she said, pulling Link closer. Link withdrew, and recited a short spell. They appeared in a small camp in the woods.
"A little privacy," Link said, grinning, as the two circled. Then, they fell upon each other with a twisted love.
The next morning, Link and his new mate were in an abandoned house.
"What did you do to me, exactly?" Zelda said.
"A spell," mused Link, "that raises a shadow of a dead person's soul. It happened to me."
"What's next?" asked Zelda. "Shall we start a new species?" she said seductively.
"Not yet, my queen," returned the fallen hero, winking, "First, we shall make Hyrule our own."
And so Link began to forge his vile army, summoning demons from world's beyond our own. He found various Hylians lost and woods and twisted them into those like himself. He abstained from further romance with Zelda, telling her the time was not yet right. His army grew in proportion, from 100 to 100,000.
His army began to spread across Hyrule, burning villages and slaughtering all resistance. The King threw wave upon wave of armies at Link's horde, but to no avail. Soon Link's army was around the castle. Link's army charged the castle, firing crude catapults and raining destruction on the castle. His army, ranging from skeletal monsters to pale-skinned Knights of Darkness, assaulted the walls, taking the town one segment at a time.
Hours later, Link walked into the captured castle, where the King and Queen waited in the throne room, guarded by Link's own knights. As Link and Zelda entered, the two monarchs gasped.
"What have you done with my daughter!" the king shouted.
"Tsk, Tsk," said Link, "you're in a foul mood. I believe that she is my queen now, and not your daughter." Link and Zelda locked lips in a deep kiss, to add insult to injury.
"I'll- I'll- make you-" the king huffed, his face turning red.
Link simply turned his back on the king, saying, "Lock him and his wife in the dungeon. See that they don't escape."
Dawn of the Forsaken
The King carefully manipulated the lock. He was better at this in his youth when Hyrule was at war. Finally, the lock clicked open, and stepped outside. He waited in the shadows as the guard passed, and stole onto the first floor.
It was not difficult to avoid the sentinels as the king made his way into Zelda's old room, where the two were staying. The king's face grew red as he thought of this… beast kissing his daughter. He was sure he was controlling her, and she would be horrified as soon as the boy was dead.
The king grabbed a sword from a secret armory behind a tapestry in the castle, and entered Zelda's chamber. Rage pumped through his veins as he saw Link examining his daughter's possessions.
"STOP!" he shouted, ready to run the brigand through. Link nonchalantly looked up.
"I let you come up here," he said, "because I wanted you to know the truth. Zelda really is in love with me. She and I are going to sire a new race, one that will 'replace' Hylians. We call ourselves… the Forsaken."
With that, Link raised his palm, the circle tattooed on it glowing. A yellow beam shot from the circle, striking the king's chest. He was thrown back, reduced to a scorched corpse. Several death knights came running.
"Sir!" one said, "we don't know how he got free! We'll-"
"No need, Sergeant," Link said, "Just pitch his corpse in the moat."
"Yes sir!" the knight said, and dragged off the body. Zelda stepped out of the shadows.
"You are quite skilled, my king," she said, drawing closer.
Forsaken Future
Eight months after the death of the king, Link examined a book in the old Hyrule Castle Study. He could read any book and put it to memory in a few minutes, but he rarely did. Zelda was studying a chess piece. Her belly was now swelling with child. Suddenly, she turned to Link.
"How did you become a Forsaken?" she asked.
Link considered his answer for a long time.
"Years ago, I liberated a realm from an evil mask. As it lay, shattered, it showed a dark figure laying waste to Hyrule. Being the idealist I was, I traveled to the northern wastes, where the figure supposedly came from. I uncovered this," Link unsheathed the sword and examined it. "It twists souls and rends flesh. It taught me how to create the Forsaken. Finally, it showed me that good evil are merely points of view. One man's evil is another man's good."
Zelda felt her belly. The baby was due soon. He would be the first true-blooded Forsaken. Soon, humanity would be Forsaken, a race of lost souls.