A/N: Well hello! Fancy meeting you here :3
Well, here it is. The somewhat sequel to Free. But you don't need to read Free to understand this. I thought I'd stress that, because it's true. It helps to have read it, though.
I decided to upload this tonight because I was getting frustrated with myself when I was trying to play Midna's Desperate Hour on piano and kept messing up. I figured I'd take a break from that and type this up :) it also gave me time to draw Ghirahim :3
This is just the very short prologue—I promise that the chapters will get longer :) For the most part, this story is going to be told from Link's POV, but there will be some Dark here and there xD and I'm currently undecided pairing-wise; LinkxDark, LinkxZelda, or LinkxIlia? Oh well, I have ways of making it any one of them...;)
Well, I won't babble any more. I hope you enjoy the prologue of Darkness Reborn! (I know, another crappy title. Sue me. I couldn't think of anything better...so if any one has any suggestions, I'm all ears. Or, well, eyes, since I'd be reading it and not hearing it...)
Disclaimer: I, Ozera, do not own The Legend of Zelda. I wish I owned Link and Dark, but sadly, I do not.
Prologue: Awakening
Everything was dark. A boy, who appeared to be no older than seventeen or eighteen, lay naked and curled on a platform in the middle of the floor. His hair was the darkest ebony, his skin a milky white. He slept, or something close to it. He did not dream, though. Simply waited to be awoken, so that he could fulfill his purpose.
All was quiet as the boy laid there. Not even the sound of breathing could be heard, for he didn't breathe. And until he woke, he wouldn't. He wasn't yet living—his master had to fall before that could happen.
Meanwhile in Hyrule Field, the young hero was about to finish off Ganondorf for good. With one final, well-aimed thrust of the Master Sword to his chest, Ganondorf fell, impaled by the sacred blade. With a last threat, the Triforce of Power faded from the back of the Gerudo's hand, and he fell silent.
It was at this moment that the boy's bright crimson eyes opened, his lungs filling with air as he reflexively began to breathe. He scanned his surroundings with curious eyes before standing up to test his legs. He was shaky, but he managed to make it over to where his clothes had been laid out.
Once he'd dressed himself, he put all of his gear on. His sword was impressive, as it had always been.
How long had it been since he'd last opened his eyes? At least a century, he decided. He'd been in a kind of sleep ever since the Hero of Time had killed him, back in that dastardly Water Temple.
Dark Link was filled with disgust as he reflected upon his encounter with the hero. He'd been weak then, practically begging the hero to end his pathetic life. But not now. No, he knew what he had to do, and he was going to do it no matter what. Everything he needed to know, he knew, thanks to Ganondorf. He knew all about this generation's Link, the Hero of Twilight, and his abilities.
He vowed to avenge his master, no matter the cost. He'd failed once, and he wouldn't fail again. No, this time . . . this time, he'd be victorious.
Yeah, I know, it's short. But it's a prologue—what do you expect? xD
I'd really appreciate it if you'd all take the time to leave me a quick review. Also, I'd love it if you also read "Free" (if you haven't already) and my other multi-chaptered story, "The Wolf" :)
Well, I'm off to draw some more! *poof!*
*~Ozzie~*
