Past and Present

PART 1

I've always known I was different from everyone. It started in school one day, around the fifth grade. We were on a field trip and the mall, and there was a contest between me and my friend, to see who could climb the fake, rock wall the fastest. We paid our fees, attached the saftey ropes, counted to three, and started. Something inside of me started, and I almost flew to the top, reaching the bell in a matter of five seconds. When I rung the bell, my friend was still starting. Everyone's eyes gre wide, including mine.

They say the name I have, Link, meant something special long ago, and I've always wondered if my speed and skill made that true.

More proof that my name meant osmething was in the ninth grade. Muggers attacked me on the street. I fought one off with my fists, avoiding the attacks of his friends. I broke a bottle on the road and cut another one so bad he ran off screaming. After kicking another through the window, they got angry and started to come in with crowbars and baseball bats. I jumped up on a dumpster, and began to climb the wall of the small apartment building, and had reached the roof faster than I or anyone else had knew possible. Police arrived after the racket, and I made the news.

A month later, the muggers came back, After I thwarted them, it was yet again with the news. I was named a vigilante, and was famous all throughout my country.

A year later, policemen came to my door. They claimed they wanted to take me down to the station for an award. I went with them, but the drove me out of town instead. I was knocked out, and tied to some machine at their underground base.

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"Stay still, Link." I heard a voice call through the darkness. I was in a void, unable to see. I could hear far off voices.

"You're hyperventalating. Calm down. Link..."

"...or you'll die..."

"...down..."

"...Link, calm down or..."

Colors started to fade in, and for a seocnd, my vision was blurry. I awoke in a sweat, my heart pounding rapidly. I couldn't move my body. I could see several paragraphs of information, floating through the air, as if projected from a screen, and the picture of a brain. I tried to speak, but my voice wouldn't come.

"Looks like our second try didn't work, kid." A man said past the weird technology. I could barely make out the outline of his head, staring down at me." You need to stay calm, and merely go with the images you see."

"What images?" I finally managed to inquire.

"You don't see anything?"

"No, all I can here is this awful noisy racket on and off. It hurts..." I moaned.

"Listen, son, you have to let that 'racket' enter your mind, or it'll keep coming and going. Just accept it next time you hear it and relax."

"Next time? Where am I? What are you doing?" I asked. As I said so, I could feel my body going numb. A strange sensation fell over me. My vision started to blur.

"Just accept the noise..." the man's fading voice warned.

After a few long moments of blackness, I started to hear a weird clinking sound, like metal banging together. It hurt my ears, which I could distinctly feel. I tried to say something, but I lacked the ability to do so. I tried to accept the noise, and let it enter my mind.

I began to see an image of a sword, and I started to hear more sounds, like people talking, and wagon wheels, and shouts. I could also hear a breeze. It was like a dream. Suddenly I could see a few people running towards me, swords drawn, their armor shining. I tried to scream, but couldn't. I started to run towards them, and my vision started to blur again.

"...down, you're heart rate's going up!" I heard the man's voice say again.

The noise started to fade as well, and I began to see the image of the brain, and the paragraphs floating around it.

Feeling returned to my body, and soon I was able to speak again," What just happened?" I gasped.

"We're conducting an experiment. You must tell yourself it isn't real, and go with it. You see images you've never seen, and try to react with your current body. If you would just let the images show, you'd be much happier."

"No, I'm not going back down into that, whatever that was! That was horrifying! They tried to kill me!" I protested.

"I am sorry, but we must finish this session. Remember, just let the sounds come, let the images come, and let the feeling come, and you will feel much more calm." he explained.

"Feeling? What? No, don't..." I lost feeling again, and returned to blackness.

I began to hear the noises again. I tried to keep them from my mind, but they were different, and freaking my out. I thought I saw sparks, but couldn't be sure. The blackness got deeper, and the sounds got louder, and more realistic. I tried to scream, but couldn't. I tried to get up and run away, but had no control over my body, which seemed to be in some far off world. There was static, and my vision returned.

"Hm, it seems you can't cope with the activity. Lets start a few years back, shall we?" The man said.

"No..." I moaned in a weak voice. Suddenly an arrow, like on a computer, appeared infront of the brain image. It moved over a red spot on the brain, and clicked. An image of a few squares appeared. It clicked the third to first one, and the image of the brain reappeared. There was different writing on it, this time.

"Now, just be calm." he said.

I lost feeling, yet again, and blackness returned. I felt scared and alone. Suddenly I could see trees, and a cloudy sky, and my hand holding a sword. A man sppeared in front of me in a fighting stance. He scared me, but he spoke anyways.

"Relax my dear boy, bend your knees." he instructed.

I felt another part of me move, like knees I didn't know I had crouched. Some static appeared, and I tried to move. I wouldn't but the other body started to move. I felt the other part lunge at the man, and blackness returned. I awoke in front of the brain image screaming.

"You really must calm down my boy. Just remind yourself to let things happen, and accept them. You will not be harmed." the man greeted me.

"That's terrifying!" I managed to say.

"Well, lucky for you, our session is over. You can get some rest, now." he told me.

The images and words disappeared, and I blinked in a surprised manner as I saw a ceiling above me. I leaned forward and stepped off the strange glowing platform they had kept me on. I felt funny, and not in a good way.

A/N: I hope you all like the start of my new story. It's inspired by Assassin's Creed, as some of you might notice. This new Link in a new Hyrule finds there is more to him than meets the eye. We'll look into one of his more darker ancestors, one who's life was torn. You'll find out more as I update.

Reviews are awesome! Tell me if it's good or bad, give me ideas, or tell me if I should continue or not! All is well!

-Sam