"Star Wars: The Legend of Zelda"

Prologue-

As the wind and rain whipped at Link's face, he paused for a brief moment to examine his sword. The long, slender blade, engraved with the TriForce and extending almost a full meter from the royal blue hilt, was glowing with a bright, shining light.

"Hurry Link!" shouted the slender, wind-torn figure of the Princess. She was holding her hands in front of her at shoulder height, palms facing out, her thumbs touching and her fingers spread. Her hands were glowing with the same light as his sword. "I'm using my power to hold the Evil King! Use your sword and deliver the final blow!"

Link could barely hear Zelda's voice over the sound of the elements and the roaring of the Evil King, but he already knew what he was supposed to do. Turning back to face the beastial form of Ganondorf, Link closed his eyes and took two deep breaths. In... Out... In... Out... As he began to inhale a third time, Link opened his eyes and covered the distance between him and the Evil King in three quick strides. Raising the Master Sword high above his left shoulder, Link began to exhale, and quickly swung the sword with all his might in a diagonal downwards slash, curving up and then doubling back down for a second diagonal slash in the other direction. Before the blood of the first two slashes even hit the ground, Link pivoted his foot and brought his blade forward again in a stabbing motion. The shining blade of the Master Sword went right into Ganon's open mouth, and stabbed out the back of his neck with a crunch and a spray of green blood.

For what felt like an eternity, but was only a second or two, there was no sound. The wind had suddenly died. The lighting strikes and booms of thunder ceased to be. The rain itself, just stopped in an instant. In this momentary lapse of time, Link was able to take in every detail. The red and green blood splattered on his forarms and gauntlets. The cuts and gashes on Ganon's hideous face and backside. Every dust particle and droplet of blood floating between his face and Ganon's. Shifting his weight backwards, time resuming it's normal pace, Link pulled the Master Sword back from Ganon's throat.

With a sudden intensity, Ganon reared up on his hind legs and roared with sound of a hundred Death Mountain's erupting at once. He flung his mutated, clawed hands wildly at the air, as lightning and thunder mixed with his rage.

"Six Sages... Now!" Link turned towards the sound of Zelda's voice just in time to see her entire body be enveloped in light. She quickly began to shine brighter and brighter, as the power of the other Sages channeled through her. Just when Link thought he would have to turn away, Zelda released all of the power within her towards the Evil King. As the bright ball of light struck Ganon, there was a blinding and deafening explosion of light and sound. When Link was able to see again, Ganon was gone.

Not only was Ganon gone, but everything about him, everything he seemed to represent, all the evil in the air, just seemed to vanish with him. The heavy storm clouds parted, and gave way to warm, bright sunshine. The constant sound of screaming and moaning coming from the town was replaced by the sound of chirping birds and barking dogs. Everything felt right in the world.

Feeling a hand rest on his shoulder, Link turned to see Princess Zelda smiling at him. While she looked like she was happy, Link couldn't help but notice the slight twinge of pain in her eyes.

"Thank you, Link... Thanks to you, Ganondorf has been sealed inside the Evil Realm. Thus, peace will once again reign in this world... for a time," Zelda shifted her gaze out over the kingdom of Hyrule. She continued speaking as Link turned to look out across the same view. "All the tragedy that has befallen Hyrule was my doing... I was so young... I could not comprehend the consequences of trying to control the Sacred Realm." Turning back to face Link, Zelda reached down with both hands and clasped Link's left hand in her own. "I dragged you into it, too. Now it is time for me to make up for my mistakes... You must lay the Master Sword to rest and close the Door of Time. However, by doing this, the road between times will be closed..."

A single tear slipped out of Princess Zelda's eye and began it's decent down her face. Halfway down her cheek, Link reached out with his free hand and gently brushed the tear away. He felt Zelda squeeze his hands tight, and he simply smiled at her.

"Link... give the ocarina to me," Zelda said, releasing Link's hand. "As a Sage, I can return you to your original time with it."

Link reached into his pouch and pulled out the ocarina. It was a deep, royal blue color, the same color as the Master Sword's hilt, and it had a silver band around the mouthpiece. The silver band had an image of the TriForce inscribed on it. Admiring the musical instrument that had served as a pivotal tool in his arsenal against Ganondorf, Link felt a sense of loss as he handed it back to it's rightful owner.

Zelda continued once the ocarina was in her hands.

"As peace returns to Hyrule, it is time for us to say goodbye... Now, go home, Link. Regain your lost time." Zelda brought the ocarina up to her lips, but did not yet play. "Home... where you are supposed to be. The way you are supposed to be..."

Before Link had a chance to protest, Zelda began playing the Song of Time. Almost immediately, Link's body was encased in blue light and he felt extremely tired. Just before his mind drifted off into unconsciousness, Link heard one last voice. It was that of his trusted friend and guide, the fairy, Navi.

"Thank you, Link... Goodbye..."

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Floating in the Void of the Evil Realm, Ganondorf had no sense of time or direction. He could see nothing, and feel nothing. The only sounds were that of his own breathing, the dull thump of his pulse in his ears, and his own voice when he chose to speak.

"Curse you... Zelda..." he spoke slowly. His voice sounded shallow and distorted. "Curse you... Link!" Shouting the name of his conquerer tore at his vocal chords, raw and damaged by the Master Sword. Though he was sure that he was back in his human form, he still felt all the damage that Link had inflicted upon him. Feeling the ripping pain, Ganondorf instinctively reach for his throat, only to be reminded that his body was in a state of complete paralysis, pinned in a prone position by the crushing nothingness of the Void.

"Someday... when this Seal is broken... That is when I will exterminate your descendents! As long as the TriForce of Power is in my hand..." Ganondorf began to tremble with rage, as the TriForce symbol on his hand began to shine. As the glow slightly illuminated his surroundings, Ganondorf realized he was not alone. Floating not a meter away from him was a shadow of a man, hooded in a black cloak. As the figure opened it's blazing red eyes, it smiled with a wicked grin, revealing razor sharp teeth.

"Why wait to destroy the decendents of your enemies, when I could release you now?" asked the hooded demon.

Ganondorf was born into privelage among his tribe, the only male born every hundred years. With his bloodline, came physical prowess and mystical powers, unheard of in ordinary men. Through life, Ganondorf had become a fierce warrior, hunter and thief. In all his 40 years, he had never been afraid of single thing. Until the hooded demon...

"Who are you?" was all Ganondorf could squeeze from his lungs. Much to his distain, the demon floated to within mere inches of his face. Ganondorf could smell the evil on the creature's breath. The power emanating from the demon had more of crushing feeling then that of the Void. Ganon began to feel pain pressing in from all directions, his new found fear rising to levels far beyond anything any of his own victims had ever felt. When at last he thought the crushing power of his own fear or that of the demon would end him, the demon smiled again. The feeling was gone and Ganondorf was able to move his body. The demon reached up a gloved hand and pulled back his hood, revealing a yellow face masked in black and red tribal tattoos, with seven short horns around the crown of his head. An eighth horn sat right in the middle.

"My name is Darth Braxuz," the demon said with a smile that made Ganon shudder. "And I come with a simple offer. Accept me as your Master, and become my apprentice. I will train you to harness a powerful force within yourself, and allow you to strike out and get your revenge on those who destroyed you." The demon's wicked grin turned to a face of sour disgust. "Deny this offer, and I will leave you in this Void to your own devices. The choice is yours..."

"I accept," Ganondorf stated without a moments hesitation, the sudden statement causing razor pains to cut at his throat. Darth Braxuz grinned widely.

"Then choose a new name for yourself, Ganondorf, King of the Geradu Thieves. For the process of removing your spirit from this place, we must leave this body behind. I will guide you to a suitable host body until we find a more... proper replacement." Darth Braxuz floated a few meters back and began moving his hands about in strage patterns.

"I choose Demise," Ganon said, looking his new master in the eyes.

"Excellent," Darth Braxus breathed, as he finished his hand motions and brought them to rest at his sides. "Now wake, Demise, and begin your new life as a Dark Lord of the Sith..."

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Author's note: This started as a one-shot. This would be the end... but I kept writing. I wrote a whole other chapter. I may write more. I kind of want to write more, I'm just not entirely sure where to take it. I'll work on a plan, and you internet peeps let me know what you think. We'll reconvene sometime soon. Enjoy Chapter 1. ~CL