The Legend
Hey guys! I'm back! Sorry about the shortage of uploads, I was sick all last week and when this week started, I had the worst case of writer's block, EVER. But now I'm here again! I'm sorry if this seems a bit too short or if this isn't what you were expecting or wanted, but like I said, WRITER'S BLOCK. So, with that out the way, I recently got a hold of Hyrule Warriors and I loved it to say the least. Now I'm not a big fan of the "Warriors" series or hack and slash games in general, but the Legend of Zelda twist on the game brightened up my experience exponentially. So, I thought, why not write a story wrapped around what little story is in the game already? Again, sorry if this isn't something you guys like or wanted but, to put it simply, don't like don't read. If you did like it, review please. And if you haven't already noticed, the corny title speaks for itself, doesn't it? Now, without further adieu, I present, The Legend! P.S. Sorry for removing the story, I wanted to fix some things I saw wrong with the chapter! :)
Starting a War
"The habit of persistence is the habit of victory."
~Herbert Kaufman.
Sweat-filled scarlet tresses flitted to the side as he shifted his stance, sliding to one side as his adversary's sword cut through the air, attacking the ground where he once stood. He twirled around his enemy, grey eyes narrowing in concentration, frustration flooding his expression over the bulkiness of his armor causing his speed to wane. He gripped his wooden practice blade and ripped it from its protection within his custom sideways sheath hanging from his shoulders behind him. Holding the weapon in a reverse grip, he clasped his fingers around it tightly and spun, swinging the sword as hard as he could in the process. A long, cringeworthy crunch of a sound resounded as he broke the wooden sword against the knight in training's arm, scattering splinters across the training grounds.
The man howled in pain and sunk to his knees, holding his newly broken shoulder all the while. Tears poured over the cliffs that were his eyelids as he fell to the floor, convulsing in pure, unrestrained pain. "Oh shit!" High atop the massive castle walls that surrounded the knights' training area, Princess Zelda and her personal guard, Impa, as well as the rest of the knights watched in silent awe as the red headed, helmetless knight all but shattered the shoulder of the now writhing trainee without what seemed to be any effort. And then, the blonde Princess of Hyrule watched in further astonishment as the same boy performed a high level magical spell, healing the broken bone almost instantaneously. "Impa.", Zelda called. "Right."
The trainee cringed impossibly, teeth clenching as his hands flew to his ears in a vain attempt at stopping the veritable force of sound waves that was her voice. Impa silently apologized to the boy before speaking again. "Princess Zelda requires your presence!" At first, he seemed confused, looking around at the other knights to see who shed called upon, until he got a clue and realized it was him. He watched as the Princess looked down at him and smiled before walking away with the girl who'd yelled at him. He left his adversary to the instructors and reported to the heir of Hyrule.
(Castle Halls)
Uzumaki Nakaru sweat bullets. For the first time in forever, he found himself generally nervous. He was always a fan of Nintendo, as portrayed by his journey through the Mushroom Kingdom, so for the second most important character of one of his favorite series to call upon him had gotten him most furiously bothered. Zelda's smile had actually managed to make him blush. Blush! The other person he could think of that could manage to do that would be his wife back at home. Ahem… wives. Monogamy did not apply to immortals, apparently. Regardless, he steeled his resolve and pushed through the doors of the throne room, his grey eyes looking out at the apprehensive expression of the blonde princess's personal guard.
Rather than sitting, the regal heir stood before him, smiling. "What is your name?" The boy walked up to her, careful in keeping his distance from Impa's massive sword strapped to her back, and bowed in a perfect ninety degree angle. "Nakaru Uzumaki at your service." He stood straight once more and watched as she opened her mouth to speak. But, before words could even begin to form, a squad captain came rushing into the throne room. Exhausted and out of breath, the knight bent double, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. "Princess! There are monsters approaching the castle!" Impa started, giving the Elvin heir a specific look. Zelda nodded and she took off. The blonde stayed and looked him in the eye. "Will you fight with us?"
He grinned.
"Fuck yeah."
(Hyrule Fields)
When the immortal shinobi accepted Zelda's offer to fight, he hadn't expected a full fledged mini war right outside the door. The minute he stepped out from behind the protection of the castle doors, he had to duck and weave out of the way of not one but three fireballs! The godly ninja made a gesture and his knightly armor melted right off of his muscularly lean body. Mesh pants that reached down to just above his ankles hugged his legs comfortably as he sprinted across the grassy plains in his open toed sandals. A drop of blood from his newly pricked finger splashed across the symbol on the inside of his wrist, causing a massive plume of smoke to overtake the immediate area.
Briefly adjusting his black long sleeve beneath his forest green flak jacket, he lunged! Coming out of the smoke cloud, he swung his arm, the massive head cleaver that was Kubikiribocho making itself known as the wide yet sharp blade sliced horizontally, slaughtering a plethora of small creatures. Ignoring the awed and shocked expression of Zelda and Impa behind him, he practically flung himself at his adversaries, hacking and slashing recklessly to the untrained eye. Yet, if one were to pay attention closer, they'd see a practiced art within each of his swings and thrusts. Pearly whites flashed in the light of the afternoon, sharp fangs spreading apart his lips as he jumped high, his silhouette becoming a godly shadow across the battlefield before he came crashing down, his now golden head cleaver striking the ground, shattering the earth and obliterating all nearby worshippers of darkness. Standing over the destroyed piece of mother Earth, he allowed his senses to sprawl over the landscape, drinking in the energies of living things around him, animate and inanimate. Barely noticing the bare area surrounding him, he tore apart his black dusted eyelids, allowing the horizontal bar-like pupils that he called his eyes to look at the world in a new light.
(Elsewhere)
Zelda slashed at another enemy absentmindedly, her thoughts pervading elsewhere. Who was that boy? They'd left him alone once they realized he could handle himself without any problems, but the Princess of Hyrule couldn't get her mind off of him. He seemed to have knowledge of a fighting style that was not taught within the castle barracks' training regiment as well as the ability to wield magicks unheard of. He broke a fellow trainee's arm without a second thought in a single swing and then performed a spell that healed the bone just as quickly. She dashed forward, her mind returning to the task at hand, dodging a claw swipe and swung her own blade, destroying the manifestation of darkness. Her luscious golden locks swished behind her as she retreated behind the crowd of her subordinates, allowing them to care to the horde before them while she rested briefly. Impa appeared before her, the element of water encircling around her Giant's Knife ferociously.
"Princess, I think you should take leave and retreat for now."
Zelda smiled and stood from her hunched position, allowing a Guard Captain to escort her back to the castle without argue. Impa turned, glaring down the horde of creatures of darkness and sprinted forward, slashing about, obliterating her adversaries piece by piece. Without thinking, she slashed upwards and then horizontally, all but shattering the opposing forces. Briefly, a deep rumble erupted from her side. Glancing over, she cringed ever so slightly as the noise returned louder than ever, blaring in her eardrums. Then, impossibly, a rather large scarlet dragon encased in a blaze rose from nowhere and swooped down, landing a few ways from her.
Before she had a say, the age old reptile morphed, shifting to a more humanly shape. "HA!", he laughed jauntily and arrogantly. "You thought you could defeat my troops?! Never! Now I shall be your opponent!"
"Oh geez, you really need a breath mint. I can can smell that nose killer all the way over here."
Impa jumped slightly and whipped her head to the side, intent on locating the origin of the voice. Uzumaki Nakaru stood beside her, arms crossed over his chest, only, he looked a bit different. A long, open, high-collared and short sleeved cloak, colored the same vibrant scarlet as his hair with a black flamelike design along the hem by his ankles hung loosely from his shoulders atop the rest of his attire. But, that's not what she saw first. Those eyes captivated her the very moment she looked over at him. Eyelids dusted a deep onyx blinked slowly at Volga, his smirk preeminent. His irises were a dark coal, the color of the darkest of shadows whilst his pupils, bar shaped and horizontal, were a bright and unholy white. She managed to rip her gaze away from him before he noticed, but not before another one of his features made her double-take. Her mouth hung open slightly even as he unsheathed the massive head cleaver that was his weapon of choice, stalking forward slowly like a lion would upon approaching a gazelle. He seemed to not care for it, or maybe he didn't notice it at all, but she did. She could feel her eyes slowly bugging out of her height as she drank in the sight, her grip on Giant's Knife loosening; slackening. What she saw made her nauseous just as much as it made her question the entirety of the very world she knew. Laid upon the back of his hand, glowing with power, it's radiance blocking out all else…
…was the symbol of the TriForce of Courage.
