A/N: Hey people. To be honest with you, I did not expect to start a new story while still having two others to work on. However, I got this idea and it refused to leave me alone, so I decided to write about it. Unfortunately, though, I didn't want to have three stories going at the same time, so I'm temporarily discontinuing Thunder's Foretelling. I'll probably update on it from time to time, but I'm just doing this so you're not expecting a quick update. Sorry, guys. Oh, by the way, this story will eventually have a play list. Cool, huh?


The fool knelt before me, his dark eyes filled with an unspeakable horror and loathing. The marks from where I had toyed with the man were painfully obvious in his torn and shredded clothing, not to mention the painful slashes running up and down his body. His short, brown hair was plastered to his hair by his sweat and blood.

"Well, thief?" I asked quietly, calmly twirling my double-helixed blade in and around the man's face. Despite my calm exterior, my rage threatened to erupt in an explosion of steel and blood. His blood. My steel. How dare the pathetic worm try and steal from me? A man of my people trying to steal from his god. He would pay. Dearly.

"Are you going to kill me?" the man asked, trying to color his words with contempt, but doing a poor job of it. Pure terror radiated from him, and rightly it should. He would feel my justice.

"Tell me, thief," I said to him idly, "If I were to let you live, what would you do?"

"Survive," the man shortly.

"Indeed," I agreed, rage nearly coming to the surface, "You would survive by the blood of innocents. Their lifeblood would be your wine, and the flesh from their bones, your bread. People who have never caused harm to you would have harm caused to them. For this, your life is forfeit." And then, all my rage emerging forth from my inner being, I executed the man with a mighty swipe to his neck.

His head went flying one way, and his body another. For a moment, I stood there, the blood of the thief and liar staining my blade, and watched the heart of the dead man for the last time futilely pump out the blood in a pool around the body.

I felt no pity, no remorse. There was a time I might have, when men called me "Hero", but that time had long since past, and I was beyond them now.

With a quick pulse of will, I stowed the blade in the place between places and called forth my war horse, Epona. She stepped out of the thin air and snorted her greeting to me, her snow white mane, the exact color of my hair and eyes, shining in the autumn sun.

I took the time to smile a tiny, sad smile, but really, I felt nothing on the inside. No sadness, no joy, no amusement. All left in me was a towering rage, with a need for vengeance that could never be fulfilled.

I looked at the back of my ungloved left hand. Where the mark of the Triforce should've been, only tanned skin met my gaze, causing the rage to flare anew with a hotter ferocity.

At the time when I need the help of my former goddesses the most, they had abandoned me to my own devices, withdrawing their divine help. So I had to create my own. I had taken up the mask of the Fierce Deity, the former Terminan god of war and justice, and had ascended to godhood.

My ascension was a brief, albeit very powerful event. While I had had the mask of the Fierce Deity, I was not the Fierce Deity in spirit until I destroyed the fool Majora and bound his power to mine. That event deified me, and after that, I could not return to humanity as a man. So, I returned as a god.

At first, I tried to be a just god for the Terminans, knowing that they had been without for centuries. They welcomed me with open arms, and I dwelled in my temple, which they more or less forced on me, and all was well in Termina.

Until Zelda, that is. Somehow, she had heard of my ascension and had come to confront me over it. When she had mailed a letter saying that she was planning a state visit, I had been eager about being able to see her. That didn't last.


"Princess Zelda," I said with a deep bow, "It is very nice to see you again. Please, sit. I'm sure that you've had an exhausting journey."

"I will stand," she had told me coldly, her sapphire eyes fixing an agate hard stare on me. Her eyes stripped away any illusion that there might anything between us, even friendship.

I settled back in the simple wooden throne I had carved myself. Unbidden, the rage of the Fierce Deity's spirit rose up within me, strangling any chance of me being diplomatic.

"Why are you here, Zelda?" I asked flatly, no emotion in my voice, "What do you want with me?"

"The goddesses have commanded me to demand the surrender of Termina to Hyrule and your capture," she said, matching my stare. Whatever had been restraining my rage was completely obliterated, my towering fury carrying the remnants of my control with it in its wake.

"You listen here, girl," I snarled at her, ignoring the fact that I was technically the same age as her, "Those wretches you call you goddesses are the most sadistic creatures in the universe. I create peace and stability for my people, and they want to ruin it? Where were these so-called benevolent goddesses when I faced Majora with only a sword, a shield, and a mask? Where were they when I overcame him, and sealed my divinity in my own blood and the blood of my people? Where are they now? They send you, their pawn, to force a surrender out of a god as great as them, if not better. Because of my blessing on this land, my people prosper. Where are the goddesses in Hyrule? Floating in the clouds, bathing in the adoration of the people they claim to serve? Or dwelling as one of them, easing their pains and destroying their enemies?"

"I-," she began, her face and voice startled. I cut her off with a raised hand.

"Tell your goddesses this, Princess," I continued, "There will be no surrender, no capture. Tell them that if they want to talk, do it themselves."

"I will relay your words to them," she said, her voice stiffly formal. She turned to leave.

"Zelda," I said softly, "Why? I have aided you since I was a child. I have saved the people of Hyrule countless times. Why have you chosen to betray me? I have done nothing wrong."

"Because, Link," she replied, just as softly, "You became something that should never have happened. You're a man who thinks he's a god."

"Tell that to my people," I said quietly, "You are dismissed." She stared me down frostily.

"Very well, my Lord," she said, turning to leave again.

"Oh, and Zelda?" I said, a thought just coming to me.

"Yes?"

"Sleep well."

"You, too, my Lord."


Nothing had gone right after that, not even after she left for Hyrule. Despite my best efforts, crops failed, stillbirths were frequent, and my people shrilly begged me to please help them. So, in pure desperation, I destroyed the last traces of my humanity, and fully became the Fierce Deity in mind, soul, heart, and body. I became impartial to everything, including the cries of the people I served. Nothing was dear to me after that.

"It's just you and me now, girl," I told Epona, "But they will see. My justice will be shown in the land of Hyrule."

Epona whinnied sadly and we started on our way toward my former home and the current enemy.


R&R people. I have a good feeling about this story. Check out my profile sometime, it would be much appreciated if ideas for improvement were sent to me. Well, anyway, night all.