So... after spending the weekend with Molly, I decided that I wanted to attempt at a Dark Link fanfic... so I wrote a one-shot. But I've now decided that I want to change that splendid, angsty one-shot into an even more splendid, angsty fanfiction! Soo... I took the one shot and added a heck of a lot to the end to turn it into a FULL, BLOWN OUT CHAPTER.

ANYWAY... don't be surprised if the chapters are a bit short- I wrote this old fanfiction with really long chapters, and it got annoying, so I stopped writing it... so, the chapters won't be SHORT, but they won't be LONG.

And, yes, Ms. Indecisive, I've changed Dark Link's white hair to black. Are you happy?

And, uh, if it's not to much to ask, could you please review?! I'd like to know what kind of zest it needs... or un-zest, whatever...

He stared into the mirror, every line of the face he knew so well etched into the glass, but reversed. He brought his right hand up to touch it- and right where it hit, the hand on the other side came up to meet it, but it was different. The Master Sword fell from his hand and clattered to the ground, where it remained. His every being was indifferent- he felt the need to relinquish- this moment, everything in it- the green tunic reflected as a black one, the blond hair shown to be shadowy, and the blue eyes red- he couldn't help but gaze back into the face that he knew was his own.

His every fear was turned alive- the fear of fear, the fear of sin- he would have backed away but for the urge to remain stationary. The Triforce faded from the back of his hand, and from inside the mirror the black hand suddenly reached out and grasped his wrist- he was pulled mercilessly into the mirror, and the Hero of Time surrendered and subdued to the power- his unbalanced core raged inside of him. All courage gone, all hope lost- anger wove through him, and slowly he changed… the pain was unbearably real, and his tunic, no longer green, but a shade near that of the midnight sky, stuck to his back with sweat. Tears of pain rolled down his face and fell into the abyss below. But the abyss wasn't below him, for it was above him, and around him… he was the abyss, and there was nothing now that would change that…

The very center of his being changed, and from that moment he was his own rival- he had no shadow, for he was his shadow- he didn't belong in the light world, nor did he belong in the dark one- he belonged nowhere. No longer did he exist.

If only he could die…

But before death could take him, he was thrust out of the mirror and landed on the cold, stone floor of the ruined temple. His breathing was shallow, his mind out of control- anger and depression- that was all he felt. Hatred bled through him- the only blood he had, now. He was nothing, and he was everything- he was an illusion to himself, and a horror to others.

He was Dark Link. He was a shadow.

…Who had done this to him?

Slowly, Link pushed himself up from the ground- but he wasn't Link, anymore, was he? He was Dark Link, the shadow of himself. With intensifying effort, he crawled over to the master sword and reached out one dark hand to pick it up. As soon as his hand touched the hilt, however, a searing pain shot through his very veins. Anger met him again. Anger, hatred, malice- all of the things he had never before felt. Now, it was the only thing that connected him to mortality. So, he couldn't touch the Master Sword. It would have to stay in the chamber.

But that was exactly it, wasn't it? Where was he? He was on the floor in the ruins of an old temple, the night sky above shining down upon him. The Blade of Evil's Bane sat on his left, and to his right was a black mirror with a dark, swirling interior. He had looked into the mirror out of temptation and seen the dark version of himself, and then he had become exactly that.

Why had he come here?

That was a better question- why had he come to the mirror. He could remember very little- it was all faded out, blank, blurry. He sank back to the ground, closing his scarlet eyes. Dark… angry…

And suddenly, as though somebody other than him had suggested it, he knew that he had to track down whoever had started this. He had to find the person who had sent him here and turned him into darkness. He had to rid himself of the shadow and become who had had been before- but to do that, he'd have to regain his memories.

But it was all so hard…

It would be so much easier if he just stayed this way.

No!!
He forgot about everything else- Revenge was the only way to fix this.

But another side, a more distant side, said: Regain…

Revenge or Regain? Which one?

Both…

He had to regain his memories, and get revenge on his enemy—who was his enemy, again?—and he needed to turn back into his former self—the man in the green tunic, with the Master Sword and the Triforce.

Regain, Revenge, Reconcile.

Slowly, he turned to face the mirror once more- and gasped. The mirror had cracked- right through it was a large, deep cut in the shape of an X. In several seconds, the crack had grown bigger until the entire mirror shattered into millions of shards and fell clattering to the ground at Link's feet. His dark, shadowy, black boots that had once been dusty and brown… he sighed.

He didn't know where to begin…

He didn't know how to become himself again…

And if this mirror was cracked and destroyed, then surely he couldn't use it to change back.

He fell to his knees and kneeled for several moments. Anger, hate, exhaustion, pain, interior war… all of the things he was feeling rushed to his head, and in that moment he let out an unearthly scream that erupted around the chamber- a scream that may have been heard from miles away.

"CURSE THIS LAND!" he screamed. "CURSE MY SOUL!!"

And with these words, he gave in at last and collapsed to the ground.

TA DAA!!!! Oh, it's... not as beautiful as it could be. Well, onto chapter two!!