The Reawakening ~ By: RPG Story Man (Zac Peters)
Note: I don't own any of the characters...Goes for all chapters...Also, forgive me if this looks like crap. I'm attempting my first Zelda fic...Pretty much the first fanfic I have ever submitted...So I'm not that good at sprucing it up visually. Anyway, Please don't review lightly just because its my first time...Its only fair. You can contact me at Bahamut1107@aol.com.
Chapter one
The screams were awful... Link stood in the black room with his hands over his ears, spinning around, slowly drifting into the dark world of madness. Jovial laughter rose over the screams, forcing him to his knees. He tried to call out, to what ever evil force held him there, but he made no sound. The strange familiarity of the laughter racked Links brain, as he sat motionless in his own hell. The room slowly started spinning around him, as if the force where simply toying with him as Link gave in and fell forward into the blackness...
Links scream woke all of the inhabitants of the small village at the foot of the volcanoes. He sat up in bed, his long, blonde hair matted down to his back. His bed was soaked from sweat. Link sighed, almost in tears, but his masculinity forebode it. He shook his head, afraid to even lay his head back down on the pillow. He could still hear the damned laughter in his head, as was the case after all of his nightmares.
Link looked and felt awful. He had not gotten any sleep, plagued with the dreams for more than three months. He slowly flooded the laughter out of his head with some humming, of some song he remembered from that day back then. His memories flowed back to him, giving him some sense of comfort as he poured himself a nice cup of coffee.
He could still feel the overwhelming sense of pride, as he massacred that damned creatures body...He still felt the breeze that blew over him after the beast breathed his last. He still remembered the softness and comfort he felt when he embraced Zelda...
Zelda...The ruler of all Hyrule, his childhood friend...Now, she was his sole source of sanity. They met everyone once in a while, though it was getting rarer every passing week. She had found an interest in another young Hylain by the name of Mayson. His father was a nobleman, owning a majority of fruitful lands beyond Hylia Lake. Though she loved Link like a brother, at the age of twenty-one, she had other needs.
Link cursed the family name Mayson again, and sat on his bed, drinking his coffee. He tried to fluff his hair, still matted down on his back with sweat. He had to peel it off his back and he thought about just cutting it all off. It would be much easier to manage, he thought. But the ladies loved it...He sighed, thinking on simpler things, and got dressed for work. He put on his usual red, heat resistant tunic, some white stockings, and his trademark hat. He shook his head, fluffing his hair, and looked upon his wall.
He reached for a sword wrapped in silk cloth. He unwrapped the tip, admiring the fine craftwork. The blade made of stainless steel, and in the four years of using it, it hasn't suffered so much as a scratch. He further unwrapped it, revealing a handle wrapped in lavender cloth, his hand imprint worn into it. The edges of the handle where lined with gold, hardly meant for keeping spiders away from a village. Link sighed and wrapped his prized possession back up, and placed it on the wall. He grabbed a shield, his bow and quiver of arrows. He reached again for the silk wrapped blade, but his hand stopped in the air. He instead grabbed a beat up, almost rusted over shell of a sword, and headed for the town gates.
He stopped around the town square and looked around, and realized he was four hours early. He decided to climb the tower near the center of town, giving him a timeless view of the sunrise over death mountain. He yawned and stretched out, drawing his bow for some target practice.
He saw a bird flying around the gate, an easy target. He pulled back the string and let the arrow fly, hitting the bird square in the middle. Link smiled, admiring his work, the bird and arrow stuck in the side of the mountain. He gazed up at the mountain, the sun just coming over the back. He smiled, but noticed something...out of place. The regular cloud of smoke around the mountain top was...black.
Link suddenly got a headache, and that familiar jovial laughter filled his head, almost forcing him off the tower onto the cold grass. Link regained himself, enough to ease down the ladder and onto some stable ground, anyway. He stood up and shook his head, ashamed at his shell of a life. He is the hero of time! And now he is reduced to this, a tortured town guard. He shook his head again, and walked up to the town gate.
He stopped and woke up the guard, George, so he could open the gate. He moved his hand around the wall until he found the lever, and pulled it down. He lifted a hand to Link in greeting, and drifted back off to sleep. Link grabbed up his arrow that was stuck in the ground, and tossed the bird to the side, and climbed up the all too familiar path. He drew his sword, impaling those damned red spiders when he passed them.
He climbed all the way to the summit, and waved at the giant goron that slept there, in habit, and entered the actual mountain. He took out his long shot and aimed at a wooden pillar, and his body flew over the rivers of molten rock that flowed below. He walked into the temple, carved by sages at the beginning of time, or so they said. He made his way through the temple almost hypnotically, having been in and out so many times.
When he reached the lair which belonged to Volvaga many years ago, he found that bastard Mayson killing a demon! If it wasn't enough that he stole his woman, now he had to beat him at his own excuse of a job!
"Mayson!" He yelled at him, resisting the urge to fire an arrow at him right then. "What are you doing here?"
Mayson withdrew his sword from the corpse, and turned to face Link. He spoke, his voice coming from all directions. "Did you not see the black ring?" He laughed, and Link cringed. It was the laugh from his dreams, that had plagued him these many months.
"What is the point?!" Link screamed at him, confused and a little afraid.
"Look and see..." He said back, the voice coming from behind him, and floating around the room. He laughed, and disappeared in a flash of black light.
Link looked up through the crater, and saw the sky darken. It must have been only around ten in the morning, but its as black as night. Link stood, baffled, as what seemed to be another world drifted into the sky. Then, the laughter... The damned laughter filled his head, and forced him to his knees. He covered his ears, but it didn't stop it.
He fell onto his face, and it simply got worse. He tried to get up, but it felt like his knees where made of led. He drifted in and out of consciousness, every minuet of both filled with the jovial laughter...And then he just lie there, completely motionless...
Note: I don't own any of the characters...Goes for all chapters...Also, forgive me if this looks like crap. I'm attempting my first Zelda fic...Pretty much the first fanfic I have ever submitted...So I'm not that good at sprucing it up visually. Anyway, Please don't review lightly just because its my first time...Its only fair. You can contact me at Bahamut1107@aol.com.
Chapter one
The screams were awful... Link stood in the black room with his hands over his ears, spinning around, slowly drifting into the dark world of madness. Jovial laughter rose over the screams, forcing him to his knees. He tried to call out, to what ever evil force held him there, but he made no sound. The strange familiarity of the laughter racked Links brain, as he sat motionless in his own hell. The room slowly started spinning around him, as if the force where simply toying with him as Link gave in and fell forward into the blackness...
Links scream woke all of the inhabitants of the small village at the foot of the volcanoes. He sat up in bed, his long, blonde hair matted down to his back. His bed was soaked from sweat. Link sighed, almost in tears, but his masculinity forebode it. He shook his head, afraid to even lay his head back down on the pillow. He could still hear the damned laughter in his head, as was the case after all of his nightmares.
Link looked and felt awful. He had not gotten any sleep, plagued with the dreams for more than three months. He slowly flooded the laughter out of his head with some humming, of some song he remembered from that day back then. His memories flowed back to him, giving him some sense of comfort as he poured himself a nice cup of coffee.
He could still feel the overwhelming sense of pride, as he massacred that damned creatures body...He still felt the breeze that blew over him after the beast breathed his last. He still remembered the softness and comfort he felt when he embraced Zelda...
Zelda...The ruler of all Hyrule, his childhood friend...Now, she was his sole source of sanity. They met everyone once in a while, though it was getting rarer every passing week. She had found an interest in another young Hylain by the name of Mayson. His father was a nobleman, owning a majority of fruitful lands beyond Hylia Lake. Though she loved Link like a brother, at the age of twenty-one, she had other needs.
Link cursed the family name Mayson again, and sat on his bed, drinking his coffee. He tried to fluff his hair, still matted down on his back with sweat. He had to peel it off his back and he thought about just cutting it all off. It would be much easier to manage, he thought. But the ladies loved it...He sighed, thinking on simpler things, and got dressed for work. He put on his usual red, heat resistant tunic, some white stockings, and his trademark hat. He shook his head, fluffing his hair, and looked upon his wall.
He reached for a sword wrapped in silk cloth. He unwrapped the tip, admiring the fine craftwork. The blade made of stainless steel, and in the four years of using it, it hasn't suffered so much as a scratch. He further unwrapped it, revealing a handle wrapped in lavender cloth, his hand imprint worn into it. The edges of the handle where lined with gold, hardly meant for keeping spiders away from a village. Link sighed and wrapped his prized possession back up, and placed it on the wall. He grabbed a shield, his bow and quiver of arrows. He reached again for the silk wrapped blade, but his hand stopped in the air. He instead grabbed a beat up, almost rusted over shell of a sword, and headed for the town gates.
He stopped around the town square and looked around, and realized he was four hours early. He decided to climb the tower near the center of town, giving him a timeless view of the sunrise over death mountain. He yawned and stretched out, drawing his bow for some target practice.
He saw a bird flying around the gate, an easy target. He pulled back the string and let the arrow fly, hitting the bird square in the middle. Link smiled, admiring his work, the bird and arrow stuck in the side of the mountain. He gazed up at the mountain, the sun just coming over the back. He smiled, but noticed something...out of place. The regular cloud of smoke around the mountain top was...black.
Link suddenly got a headache, and that familiar jovial laughter filled his head, almost forcing him off the tower onto the cold grass. Link regained himself, enough to ease down the ladder and onto some stable ground, anyway. He stood up and shook his head, ashamed at his shell of a life. He is the hero of time! And now he is reduced to this, a tortured town guard. He shook his head again, and walked up to the town gate.
He stopped and woke up the guard, George, so he could open the gate. He moved his hand around the wall until he found the lever, and pulled it down. He lifted a hand to Link in greeting, and drifted back off to sleep. Link grabbed up his arrow that was stuck in the ground, and tossed the bird to the side, and climbed up the all too familiar path. He drew his sword, impaling those damned red spiders when he passed them.
He climbed all the way to the summit, and waved at the giant goron that slept there, in habit, and entered the actual mountain. He took out his long shot and aimed at a wooden pillar, and his body flew over the rivers of molten rock that flowed below. He walked into the temple, carved by sages at the beginning of time, or so they said. He made his way through the temple almost hypnotically, having been in and out so many times.
When he reached the lair which belonged to Volvaga many years ago, he found that bastard Mayson killing a demon! If it wasn't enough that he stole his woman, now he had to beat him at his own excuse of a job!
"Mayson!" He yelled at him, resisting the urge to fire an arrow at him right then. "What are you doing here?"
Mayson withdrew his sword from the corpse, and turned to face Link. He spoke, his voice coming from all directions. "Did you not see the black ring?" He laughed, and Link cringed. It was the laugh from his dreams, that had plagued him these many months.
"What is the point?!" Link screamed at him, confused and a little afraid.
"Look and see..." He said back, the voice coming from behind him, and floating around the room. He laughed, and disappeared in a flash of black light.
Link looked up through the crater, and saw the sky darken. It must have been only around ten in the morning, but its as black as night. Link stood, baffled, as what seemed to be another world drifted into the sky. Then, the laughter... The damned laughter filled his head, and forced him to his knees. He covered his ears, but it didn't stop it.
He fell onto his face, and it simply got worse. He tried to get up, but it felt like his knees where made of led. He drifted in and out of consciousness, every minuet of both filled with the jovial laughter...And then he just lie there, completely motionless...