I'm not dead! It has been so long since I have published anything on fanfic, but the chapters for this story are coming along nicely and shouldn't be too far apart. All reviews are welcomed.

A Link To The Past: The Untold Stories

The Storm

The clouds had been gathering for the best part of the day. Like a flock of crows, they spread across the lands of Hyrule and plunged it into darkness many hours before nightfall. After a single flash of lightning the rain began to fall, lightly at first but gradually gaining in strength and volume. Farmers cursed their thatched roofs as wives slid buckets beneath the most substantial drips. Hyrule Castle, usually gleaming of the finest white stone and emerald-dusted tiles, quickly turned grey and dull of dampness.

As he stood by the outer wall of the castle, the grass beneath his feet slowly turning to mud, Jayef, one of the Royal Guards, dutifully scanned the area in front of him. This is pointless, he thought. He could barely see three feet in front of him, let alone spot any intruders sneaking up on the castle. Plus the sound of the heavy rain bouncing of his green tinted armour was turning him deaf as it echoed inside his heavy helmet.

Jayef turned to his companion, Torse, and half spoke half shouted:

"They say this weather is caused by evil spirits, from beyond the mountain." Torse snorted in disbelief.

"Wives superstition, my friend, nothing more," the guard replied.

"Well, spirits or not, I'm freezing in this cursed armour," Jayef said with a shiver.

"I wish I was up top, in the tower. Just as cold but at least they have a roof over their heads." Jayef nodded in agreement and the two guards fell silent, the only other audible sound was the rain pelting their helmets.

There was a clap of thunder, and suddenly Torse began to cough and wheeze. His fit was so violent that Jayef dropped his spear and tried to help his friend who was now bent double with dry retching.

"Torse! What's wrong?" Jayef cried in confusion. He didn't know what to do. The rain was so heavy that no one else could hear them, he couldn't call for help. He tried to guide his friend towards the guard's entrance, but Torse fell and began to spasm violently. Jayef's fear grew.

"Help! Someone, help!" he screamed, fully aware of the futility of his callings. But as suddenly as the coughing had started, it stopped. Torse rose to his feet, using the castle wall to steady himself.

"I am fine," he insisted, brushing away Jayef's concern like an insect.

"Are you sure? You sound incredibly sick."

"I am fine," Torse repeated, dismissively. He paused before asking, rather anxiously, "Did you not feel it?"

Jayef was confused. "Felt what?" The wind? The rain? Maybe Torse was ill.

"Nothing. Never mind." Both guards returned to their duties in silence. Torse scanned the wall while Jayef stared out into the thick, heavy rain. It was only a few minutes later when Torse called out.

"Oh, Jayef."

"Yes?" he replied as he turned to face his friend. The last thing Jayef ever saw was Torse's spear speeding towards his eyes. He managed a small yelp before the spearhead pierced his brain and killed him. Torse held his spear firmly and twisted it violently, before removing it from Jayef's head with a sickening glop.

"Never mind," he muttered darkly, and headed toward the castle gates.