Chapter I
Da'korath
Somewhere deep inside a prison sat a man. His clothes and breathe ragged, his blonde hair wild and eyes that once seemed so full of hope, now showed no sign of anything that resembled happiness. For in this prison, hope and happiness was a sin, and was treated as such. Endless beatings and torture, eternal darkness and misery, this is how the prison got its name. Dokoaroth, The Pain of Hell.
The man in the cell suddenly lifted his head up. Footsteps. He could hear it, a sound he hadn't heard in years, or maybe days, it was hard to tell in this infernal place. Time muddled together to make one eternal night, and days seemed like years, and years like millenniums. The man was ragged and bloody, but there was something no other prisoner in all of Dokoaroth had. Hope, despite the constant beatings, and the eternal darkness that never left the cell, the man had fire in his heart that nothing could put out.
The footsteps continued down the hall, they were growing continually louder, it was almost deafening. The only sound he had heard for at least a week was a slow drip…drip of water in a wood bowl and the end of his cell, and his own ragged breath and constant heart beat that was so loud it kept him up.
The footsteps finally came to a halt in front of the cell. A man with dark brown skin, red hair and thick black armor stared at the pathetic man in the cell, and laughed. The laugh made the man in the cell shiver and cover his ears. It was the laugh of evil and insanity.
"Hello, Hero." The dark skinned man said with a rough and deep voice. The hero in the cell clenched his teeth.
"Ganon" the King of Evil smirked
"You remembered my name. After this long of rotting your mind in this dreadful place, I'd thought you would forget me." There was sarcastic enthusiasm in his voice.
"To tell you the truth, it's that hideous face that helped me remember your name. How dearly I would like to fix that thing on your neck you call a head." He did not smile; instead he stood up, and stared into the furious eyes of the man…no beast, which had sent him to this hell all those years ago.
"Obviously you have not been trained well enough, Link." He spat the name as if ridding a bitter taste from his mouth "Remember this, you are but a mangy mutt under my feet, I could kill y…"
"Then why don't you Ganon! Kill me, Come one, just try to touch me! I dare you…No, I command you to fight me!" It was his turn to be mad now, all these years in this hell, he would rather be dead than spend another week in this cell. Ganon frowned, but gained his smile back, and let out a small chuckle.
"Apparently I have gotten to you after all, you mutt. But you know as well as I do that I need you alive, that little golden triangle on your hand is worth more to me than your dead body."
"Then take it! I don't want it anymore!" Ganon laughed hysterically.
"Yes…but the mystery is, how do I take it?" The Hero fell to his knees; loud mirthless laughter squeezed out of the sane part of his mind and made its way out his lips.
"Kill me in a fair battle, Ganon, and the Power of the Goddeses will be yours."