This is the first story I have submitted to this site; Please judge with that in mind.

Disclaimer: None of the characters, places, or objects described in this work of fan-created literature are the property of the author, unless they aren't already copyrighted...At which point I totally stake my claim on them. Otherwise it's mostly Nintendo.

Set in the realm of Twilight Princess, but sort of an alternate reality where none of that ever happened/happens.
(Seperating Line)

Escape. He didn't know why, but the young man awoke with a powerful urge to run from the place he was living. He didn't have a dream, and was in fact still laying in the same position as he had layed earlier in the night. A sudden, powerful urge to run far away was all he could feel within his mind. Without a word, without another thought, he leapt from his bed, grabbed his sword and shield, and stormed out the door.

As he went down the ladder quickly, he heard a rather piercing scream, almost certainly a woman. Still, that urge to escape fueled his motions and he could not afford to check it out. 'Escape...Get away from here...' His thoughts were loud, and not seemingly belonging to him, and so he had little choice but to obey. With his wooden shield and moderately well made sword, he dropped from halfway up the ladder. Escape.

He had never been so frightened in his life, and for reasons he could not explain, this feeling only grew. Another scream, this time a man, followed quickly after by a massive crash. A home being destroyed, the youth managed to think aloud over the sudden rush of thoughts within his head. He turned to run as he gained his footing after dropping from the ladder, leaving the village behind without another thought. He had no time to look for his horse; the fear continued to grow. Whatever was causing it was coming closer. He had to escape.

A roar unlike anything he had ever heard came to his ears just as he took a few strides away from his tall home. He turned his head to look at the sound, which was quite close to him, and its source was something unimaginable. Tentacles everywhere, it was a green color, but much lighter than the forest he now tried to flee to. He could not make out a face or any humanoid features. The creature set unseen eyes upon them, and for a brief moment the youth was frozen in complete terror, eyes fixed on the flowing, wiggling form of the ball of tentacles. Escape. Escape! ESCAPE!!

His legs wouldn't move. His mind was screaming at him for being so stupid as to look at something that monsterous without fleeing, but something else within him told him to stay where he was. He turned, trembling with fear, and drew his sword and shield. He gulped hard, choosing to obey the minor thought within him. As opposed to running, he now needed to fight. He knew he would be torn to shreds by the beast, as it now seemed fully intent on him, but something within him clicked, and he was no longer afraid. He heard himself let out a massive yell, and charged for the beast.

He blacked out before swinging his sword.

(Somewhere Else)

"Master, you may wish to see this..." An elderly man in a purple robe carrying something similar to a crystal ball approached the dark-caped figure, a slight look of disbelief in his eyes. "He has failed the test."

The dark skinned man stood silently, lifting a hand toward the elder and curling his finger to urge him to step closer. The robed one gulped slightly and moved closer, handing his master the crystal ball and backing away in anticipation of his wrath.

The larger of the two wore dark armor and a dark cape, face and all other features hidden beneath a particularly wicked looking helmet. Intricate gems and patterns were fused to the armor, giving it a look of royalty. He turned his bulky form to face the elder man as he gazed into the ball at the grisly sight it revealed. "So...He was not powerful enough..." The smirk on his face was palpable, though not seen, as he spoke his next words. "Very well, I shall find a more suitable foe."

(Back to the Village)

He awoke once more, smelling blood. Alot of blood. He immediately looked down at himself to check for injuries, and gasped in utter shock. The daylight now showing proved he had been unconscious for a long time, and he had a perfect view of his clothing in the illumination.

He was completely unharmed.

The creature from the night, on the other hand, was not so lucky. The blood he could smell was clearly that of the tentacled beast, as there were remnants of the horrible thing scattered all about the small circular area that his house made its own home in. Some of them were still twitching, and the blood seeped from wounds on them freely. "Did I...do this?" The youth managed to choke out words, his throat dry.

Last night, he had heard screams. Today, all he heard was silence. He lifted himself to his feet, lifting his sword and shield as well, noting the rather surprising state of his blade. It was completely clean as well, as if it hadn't been used in ages. He didn't want to think about it too hard, so he put the shield and sword in place on his back and took a deep breath. He needed to see the state of his village...

(Seperating Line)
That's the first chapter, feel free to review but please don't be too harsh. I'll probably continue this story regardless, but it would be nice to get some feedback.