...In the land of Hyrule...in an age not so long ago...
Hello people. What is this, you may ask? Well, I had a brilliant idea...
...An event struck the Kingdom, an event so horrific that it was only known by one name: The Grim Dawn.
That's right.
Many lines were wiped clear from the Earth, others were decimated until a few members lived. But one line in particular had lived through all the Wars...The Forester Clan.
TheChargingRhino presents...
And they would do so in this one.
The Legend of The Grim Dawn- A Zelda/Grim Dawn crossover
If I can get it set up, expect something by the same name to be in the Forums sometime in the (hopefully) near future. (There's a guy who's making a Diablo 1+2 modded version) And, now, let's begin.
Devil's Crossing
The Gallows
It had become routine for the denizens of the stronghold known as Devil's Crossing. It was hard work, rounding up what were known as "Taken", and hanging them. Today, however, would change that. For good.
"...We paid a heavy price. But the trap worked?" Two men and a women were gathered around a "Taken", a human that had been "taken" over by what was known as an Aetherial. The woman looked up at the two men. "You seem surprised."
John Bourbon shook his head. "It's been a while since we've had a win. How long will it hold?" He gestured towards the trap, which composed of a golden ritual circle and strange markings.
Shadina sighed. "I've never trapped a being like this. But, the bonds hold, for now."
"How do we dispose of it?" John nodded towards the kneeling figure that was trapped in the circle.
Shadina smirked a bit. "I'm just a Witch. You're the solider."
Jarvis, the Hangman nodded. "If it bleeds, I can kill it."
John turned and looked specialty at Jarvis. "How do you kill a spirit, though?"
Shadina stood and looked at the two men. "If you kill the mortal vessel while it's bound, the spirit may perish within. If it escapes-"
Jarvis rushed up between Shadina and John. "It's listening to us!"
Crackling from the amount of power and energy the being held, it slowly lifted its glowing head and started at the three humans.
John took a step forwards. "What are you?"
Then the thing spoke. "Others of your kind call us...Aetherial."
"Why have you invaded our world?"
The Aetherial grinned. "Your world? We existed first- we were banished by your corrupt Gods! Your kind opened the way, and now, we've returned to reclaim what by right shall be ours!"
Jarvis took a step forwards and help up a noose. "I've heard enough of this rubbish-let's hang it."
The Aetherial was strung up by Jarvis. Even thought it was going to die, it still continued to talk to them. "Destroy this vessel, and I will find another. I've tasted it's desires and emotions. Your kind is weak. You have already lost this war."
Jorn nodded to Jarvis. "Do it."
So, Jarvis kicked the stool over that was keeping the Aetherial from dieing. And, in that moment, history was changed. Forever.
Suddenly, as the body was hanging, a golden light* began to appear from the body's left hand. Then, the Atherial presence left the body, revealing it to be a young male.
Shadina rushed towards John. "Captain!"
John yelled at Jarvis to cut the man down.
"What? Are you mad?! Better safe than sorry!"
The figure had begun to claw at the rope, desperate to free itself.
Shadina stepped forwards. "The spirit has fled!"
John stepped forwards and reached into his coat. "This is a human, now!"
He took out a pistol and fired it at the rope, severing it a bit. He and the figure locked gazes for a second, then, John fired again, thoroughly cutting the rope, and sent the figure to the ground.
Everything was distant. He didn't remember much. But he was alive. People were speaking, though...
John, Shadina, and Jarvis looked down upon the young man, who was struggling to stay awake. Shadina nodded. "The Captain is correct. When he awakens, he won't remember a thing."
John looked on as the boy seemed to pass out for a few seconds, then awaken again. "The Aetherial was right. The war is lost. But we're a resistance, now, and we need every human survivor we can call to our cause. Maybe this one here can still die with some honor. If he ever wakes up, send him to me. If not...bury him deep with the rest."
Jarvis shifted a bit from where he was kneeling. From what he could tell, the boy looked almost grown, maybe around the age of 17, or 18. Jarvis then realized that the boy was looking at him. His eyes were the color of sapphires. Jarvis thought the boy looked oddly familiar, but before he could say or do anything, the boy's gaze moved from him to the darkened sky above, then his eyes slowly closed. Jarvis now knew exactly who this boy was. "...Oh Hylia...James...this is his boy..." All Jarvis could do was inform Kasparov that James Forester's son had made his way to them unintentionally. Goddesses be Damned if he didn't at least try to help...
* Guess what the golden light is? Note the hand that it appears from, too.