Destiny Overruled
Disclaimer: Legend of Zelda does not belong to me. It belongs to Shigeru Miyamoto/Nintendo.
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It was dark out, the clouds an eerie grey, the sky was pitch black. The occasional crack of thunder could be heard in the distance, followed by a strike of lightning that lit up the night sky. In the air hung the smell of burning corpses and wood. A woman on horse back was fleeing from a man with red hair and golden eyes. A small bundle was in her arms, held to her chest tightly so the infant wouldn't fall from her grasp. It was a baby boy, due to the fact that the cloth he was wrapped in was blue. The woman didn't care that it was pouring out; she was more concerned with her child's safety than that of her own.
The man wanted the child, knowing this was the one, the one that could give him supreme power. Before, he had tirelessly chased after the family, he cornered the father and killed him, a grin of sick satisfaction on his face. The woman had grabbed nothing save for her son and ran out the door into the storm that was brewing outside. The man followed, of course. He didn't want to lose them again.
He is the one that will either save Hyrule
or destroy it, the Gerudo thought with a smirk. And I will use
him to bring upon the kingdom's downfall.
The blonde Hylian stopped the horse at a tunnel
and dismounted as fast as she could. She fell incorrectly and heard
the snapping that was her ankle. Biting her lip, she hobbled over to
the forest entrance. At the last moment, the red haired man on the
horse stopped in front of her, blocking her way.
"Give it up, Mihriye," the man said, his voice
deep. She glared at him in utter defiance and clutched the baby even
closer. He was sound asleep through the ordeal, of which Mihriye was
glad. She didn't need her child to witness the scene.
"It's over."
He dismounted and grabbed her chin, forcing her to
look at him.
"You didn't have to do this," he said,
stroking her cheek with his thumb. "All you had to do was let me
take the boy." She saw him unsheath a dagger, the lightning's
reflection visible on the blade.
"But I guess I will have to take him the hard
way." With one swift motion, the man slit her throat, and he took
the baby in his arms. Mihriye grabbed at the air for a few moments
before her body was completely still. The man smirked, the rain
coming down in torrents all around him. The boy awoke from his nap,
having been jostled around, and began to cry.
This boy will give me everything I need in order to become a god.
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A boy of fifteen years was dressed in black
robes, a hood obscured his face from view. All that could clearly be
seen was his eyes, their colour piercing through the dimly lit
chamber. He had in his hands the Triforce, and with a whisper, the
once beautiful Hyrule became something out of one's nightmares. A
laugh resounded in the air, wind blowing around the boy.
"It will be as it was said," the boy
remarked, holding the Triforce above his head before it shattered
into three pieces. "This is destiny. It cannot be changed."
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Author's Notes: So I'm in the process of revising this story. It'll be a challenge, but it's a challenge I gladly accept. This story has a lot of potential and I'm trying to make it live up to that, so I'd like to hear your feedback! Tell me what needs to be improved on, tell me what you think! I encourage it, though it's not necessary at all.
And yeah, this story will probably turn out to be completely different from the original. That's what I'm aiming for, and it will (hopefully) be for the best.