Start time 10/21/13 10:35 P.M. PST
Reedit start time: 12/13/13 8:26 P.M. PST
Now before you get all riled up about me ignoring Rebels with a Cause, let me explain myself. This story uses the ideas that I get that just won't work for the plot of that fic, so I'm gonna write it down here.
ALSO, I'm already really slow with updates because of school. So don't expect constant updates (1-4 weeks)
This will take place after TP, but will have characters and locations from Oot and other LoZ games, so don't be confused when other characters from different games pop up.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Zelda. I know, I know, big surprise.
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I take a look at my surroundings, the moonlight shining down onto the deserted streets, bathing everything in the eerie glow of night. A few torches line the streets, the shadows dance in tune to their flickering lights. In fact, under normal circumstances, in front of normal eyes, one may even stop and admire the view; castle shining brightly off to the side, the vastness of Hyrule field, and on the horizon, the tops of the lost woods. Of course, these are no ordinary circumstances. I cannot see beauty, because I see only death.
I risk a glance behind me, and notice the three Sheikah sprinting after me. Even though they are a few rooftops away, I can still tell that they are quickly gaining on me. The loud thuds of my leather boots hitting the wooden roof are easily drowned out by the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. Any man in this situation would freeze at the sight of the threatening forms in the moonlight. Of course, I am no ordinary man. I cannot feel fear, because I'm blinded by hate.
I look out to the distance, towards the dull glow of a torch signaling the rendezvous point. Only a minute till I get there. I take another leap, flying through the air, landing perfectly on the other side, not slowing me down the slightest. The torch light gets nearer as I quickly leap from one building to another. Any man would rejoice at the nearness of safety: how in a minute, their fears will wash away. Of course, I focus on nothing but the present. I cannot plan for the future, because I dwell in the past.
I hear footsteps behind me, signaling the closeness of my threat. If I could, I would laugh at their feeble attempts at capture. I have only been defeated once, in a time talked of only in legends, by a man that I respect and despise equally. Respect, for his admirable skills with the sword, despise that I fell so easily to his blade. Their footsteps are getting louder. I can tell that they are no more than ten paces behind me. They are tired, their labored breaths coming out in short gasps of air, compared to my easy breathing, disgraceful. They have no right to call themselves Sheikah, no right to represent the tribe of powerful warriors, sworn to protect the royal family. I remember a time where their power is to be feared. But now, they are nothing but kids, playing dress up… Disgraceful. Of course I don't mind. It just makes my job all the easier.
As I make the last jump, I let out a loud whistle. Instantly, a dozen men appear from the shadows. Their movement makes no sound, their clothes the blackest of black, hoods covering their head, faces cast in shadows. Even I sometimes have difficulty telling when one person ends, and the shadows begin. Their bows are drawn, the silver of the barbed metal tips reflecting the moonlight. The moment the three Sheikah make the jump, they fire. The dozen bows fire as one. These warriors are to be feared, their skills surpassing even the Sheikah of the old. The first arrow easily finds its mark, hitting the target in the gut. The Sheikah wasn't even able to let out a cry of pain before three more arrows hit his face, ending his pathetic life instantly.
The second Sheikah, at least, has the ability to dodge the arrows, her body bending around the four projectiles, but her skills are as much as a disappointment as the last. She loses control in the middle of the air, arms flailing, her head hitting the edge of the roof. A crack signals the break of her neck, ending her life. Oh how terribly tragic.
The last Sheikah may have the most skill, but he is the most disgraceful of them all. While the last two had the dignity to face the enemy head on, he simply teleports away. I'll admit, a hard skill to learn, and even harder to master. But he, for one, did not master it. In the distance, I hear the crunch of bone, and the scream of a family. The pitiful fellow must have teleported himself into a wall. Even better, maybe he teleported into someone else, ending both of their lives in a shower of blood. I let out a rare chuckle at the mental image of some man suddenly exploding in the dining room, coating his family with his blood.
All of this happens within three seconds, and as quickly as it started, it is over. I slow down my easy jog and jump down from the roof, my men quickly catching up to me.
"Sir!" he salutes. "Was the mission a success?"
I let out another chuckle, surprising everyone, including myself. "Yes," I grin wickedly. "King Daphnes Nohansen the third is now dead, and everyone thinks that the great hero committed the crime."
"I shall give the news to our master immediately. Am I excused sir?"
"Yes, yes." I wave him off. He gives a low bow and jogs away, blending back into the shadows.
Another person approaches me. "Here is your tunic sir."
"Ah, very good," I say, taking off my green tunic. "Never liked the color green myself." I unfold the black tunic and put it on, the worn cloth and old bloodstains giving it a tint of red in certain places. I look around, seeing that everyone else has already disappeared. I dismiss the one in front of me and look up at the castle. It is full of activity, probably trying to get the king's bloodstains off the regal carpet. The Hero is in for one hell of a surprise when he comes back. I grin, for the gears have been set into motion, and this time, there is no stopping them. Darkness will plague Hyrule once again, and the Hero will not be able to do anything about it.
I will have my revenge, I will slaughter all of his descendants, and Hyrule will fall. I have no doubt that my Master's plan will succeed, a plan hundreds of years into the making, finally set into motion. I calmly walk into the shadows, disappearing into the night, for I am a shadow myself, the shadow of a legendary hero, and I will have my revenge.
A bit short, but this is the prolog, the later chapters will be at least 2000 words (my average being around 3500)
It's nearly Halloween! I know you guys can't give me candy, but you know what's even sweeter? A review.
End time: 10/26/13 2:19 P.M.
Reedit end time: 12/13/13 10:36 P.M.
