The Legend of Quincey
Hyrule, Termina & Twilight
By James Mills
A Legend of Zelda Parody
Prologue: The Wrath of Termina
The sky was an eerie shade of violet, shrouded in black patches resembling clouds. Beneath this sunless sky lied the floating buildings of the dark city, its inhabitants wandering the stony streets of their home. The buildings black and the people pale, dressed in dark colors, the absence of light seemed almost fitting.
At the center of the city, stood a dreadfully magnificent palace that towered over all else. In the central tower, the tallest part of the structure, laid the bed chambers of royalty. Within these chambers two individuals slept beneath the covers of the well kept, massive canopy bed, entangled in one another's embrace.
The first to awake was a man of ghostly pale skin, his violet eyes cracking open as he became conscious. Sitting upright, he stretched his slender arms out to the sides, his exaggerated yawn breaking the silence of the room. With a well toned figure, his bare skin without imperfections, and neck-length lavender hair that was only parted enough to show the sharp features of his face, the man gave off a misleading sense of charm and tranquility.
Awakened by his movements, the woman who lay beside him began to open her blue-ish violet eyes. Brushing the long, golden blonde hair from her face, she held the sheets over her gorgeous figure as she lifted herself up to face him with a loving smile.
"Good morning" she said sweetly, running her free hand up his back and resting it on his shoulder "did you sleep well?"
"How could I not?" he replied with a grin, turning back to her as he gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand "With such an alluring beauty at my side." She giggled happily as she brought her arms around him, the sheet sliding off of her slim form.
"You're such a suck up" she whispered into his ear before brushing her lips against his neck playfully.
"Can you blame me for doing what I'm good at?" he purred, running a hand through her silky hair as his grin widened, revealing his elongated canine fangs. Another cheerful laugh escaped her lips as she brought her lips to his, the two of them shutting their eyes as they kissed one another passionately.
When their lips parted, she took her arms from him as he got to his feet. Making his way around the room, he gathered up various articles of clothing and began pulling them on.
"Going to make me breakfast?" she asked with a smirk, moving her legs over the side of the bed.
"After I take a quick walk" he told her, now dressed in a dark, gothic outfit of various shades of black, silver and lavender "I'm rather fond of the nature in this world." The woman shook her head in amusement, getting to her feet as she walked over to him and gently pressed herself against him.
"I love you, Quincey" she said softly, looking up at him as she motioned to bring her lips to his.
"I love you, Reika" he replied with sincerity as he gave her a final, loving kiss before heading for the door.
"Don't forget my breakfast" she called after him as he stepped out into the hallway.
"I wouldn't dream of it" he called back with a laugh, making his way down the tower's spiraling staircase.
When he reached the bottom floor of the palace, he emerged from its massive double doors out into the surrounding world of constant twilight. Taking a moment to give his surroundings a quick look over, he stepped out onto the streets of the city and began moving towards the city's outer edge.
Stepping out past the buildings, he looked out over the vast and endless void of dusk that surrounded the seemingly floating metropolis. Black particles filled the air beyond the city's reach, figments of shadowy beasts phasing in and out of sight in the far distance.
"Oh, this replace reminds me so much of home" Quincey sighed happily to himself, slowly walking along the edge of the stony floating island that held the city aloft. A gentle breeze sailed through the air, blowing through his hair as he walked "Ah, you just don't find pleasantries like this anymore…"
Coming to a stop, he caught sight of the large mirror that stood alone on an outstretched section of the floating isle's surface. He stood perfectly still as the rim of the mirror light up, it's surface beginning to glow with a brilliant light.
"So…" he huffed, several people along the city's boarder looking towards the light shinning off the structure "The Light Realm's sending us more of its garbage."
Countless black particles emerged from the mirror's face and quickly clustered together as they took form. Piece by piece, the various hues of blue, green and purple of the robes became visible, a dark figure hidden beneath several layers of cloth now floating several feet above the ground. A handful of people began to move towards the figure, watching them curiously as the light dimmed and vanished from the mirror.
"Hello?" came the voice of one of the city's civilians as they stepped forward. A long moment of silence and stillness followed their words, a sense of uncertainty overcoming the people. "Hello?" repeated the same citizen as they stepped closer, struggling to appear confident as they approached.
The robed figure's head suddenly snapped to the side, eyes hidden beyond the veil of shadow cast by their hood giving off a faint, violet flicker. The citizens froze, keeping completely still as the figure began to float higher into the sky. Finally taking their gaze from the one who had approached them, the figure turned their attention towards the tower that stood out over the city.
"And what do you think you're going to do?" Quincey questioned under his breath as he followed their gaze to the palace, taking a step towards them. The figure raised an arm towards the tower's peak, a skeleton hand emerging from beneath their robes and pointing at the highest window. A sudden tremor shook the ground as the top half of the tower toe away from its base, floating up into the air as it tilted to one side.
"The Palace!" someone cried out as the chaos ensued within the city, people screaming in terror and running about in confusion.
"Reika!" Quincey exclaimed, dashing towards the figure at full sprint. Unconcerned with those below them, the figure's attention never left the floating chunk of the tower as it moved towards them. As the tower shifted around, bringing the window to face them, Quincey leaped into the air, his body dispersing into countless bat-like shadows that swarmed together and soared through the air towards the figure.
The window flew open as the figure's arm fell back to their side, their robes concealing their hand once more. Reika laid on the floor, having lost her balance from the tower's sudden movements, when she looked up through the window to see them, a look of terror crossing her face.
Quincey's swarm rushed towards the figure, enraged screeches erupting from the fanged maws of its bat-like components. Building up speed, he came to an abrupt and painful stop as if against crashing into a stone wall a few feet from his target. In a moment of confusion, the swarm scattered before regrouping at the ground below, Quincey retaking his original form.
"Son of a bitch!" he snarled, glaring up at the robed figure as they held their hand back out into the chamber beyond the window. Reika let out a shriek of terror as floated up off the floor, her body frozen as she drifted through the air towards the figure.
"Let me go!" she demanded, struggling against the unseen force that held restrained her. Dressed in little more than a thin black gown, she came to a stop midway between the figure and the window.
"Get away from her!" Quincey warned, stepping towards them as he clenched his fists "If you so much as lay a hand on her, I'll show you an eternal hell!"
The figure's skeleton hand once again escaped its concealment from beneath its robes. Pointing past Reika at the floating section of the tower, their hand waved to the side as if in dismissal. The floating structure responded by flying back towards the palace, crashing hard into its base of the building, crushing it beneath the force of the fall.
"No…" Reika exclaimed, catching sight of the catastrophe from the corner of her eyes, shooting a cold glare towards the figure "How dare you?" The figure remained silent as it turned back towards the mirror, Reika moving through the air as they did, following the direction of their outstretched hand.
"They're opening the portal!" cried out one of the citizens as the mirror once again began to shimmer with light "They're taking Lady Reika through the Twilight Mirror!"
"Like hell they are!" Quincey snapped, dispersing into his bat-swarm form once more. He charged through the air towards them as Reika and the figure dissolved into countless black particles and disappeared into the mirror's surface. "You can't run from me!" Quincey hissed, his swarm charging the mirror as it dissolved in a similar fashion and vanished into the brilliant light.
The mirror stood tall atop the peak of the mountain-like spire overlooking the vast desert below. Wreathed in a brilliant shimmer of light, black fragments emerged from the mirror, clustering together to form Quincey's swarm. The bats let out deafening shrieks of pain as the sun's rays began to burn their flesh.
Diving to the ground beneath the cover of shadows cast by a large stone that appeared to have once been a part of the structure's walls, Quincey returned to his true form, falling to his hands and knees.
"Fuck" he coughed, steam rolling off his body as he glared back towards the sun that hung high up in the sky "who the hell commits a kidnapping in broad day light?"
"Someone who has no fear of being stopped" replied a voice. Quincey looked about until he caught sight of the man standing under the shadow cast by the mirror.
"Listen, I don't need advice from some sage" Quincey spat as he struggled to his feet.
"I'm no sage" the man corrected "that thing imprisoned all the Sages: that's how it was able to enter your world." Quincey glared back at the man as brushed himself off, loosening the collar of his shirt slightly.
"Do I look like I care about some Sages?" he huffed, shaking his head.
"Well assuming you wish to save that woman it flew off with" the man shrugged, turning his back to him "but I suppose you don't look like you care for her either." Quincey snarled, moving to step towards him, pulling back before stepping into the sunlight.
"How can those sages help me deal with that thing?" he questioned "Didn't that thing already defeat them?"
"They might not be able to help you fight it" the man admitted "but they're the only ones who know the secret to traveling to its world."
"And they won't tell me unless I free all of them, am I right?" Quincey sighed, shaking his head "Needy bastards…"
"You're not the only one who seeks their wisdom you know" the man pointed out as he looked back at him "that thing has brought most all of Hyrule together to search for the Sages with the goal of hunting down that monster."
"What did it have to do to that?" Quincey smirked, crossing his arms over his chest "Kidnap another princess?"
"Princess and a prince, actually" the man corrected "and killed two kings, and destroyed two villages, and flooded the mines of Death Mountain with magma."
"Well, someone's just looking to piss everyone off, aren't they?" Quincey huffed, rolling his eyes "How long did all that take?"
"A couple hours" the man said grimly, looking off into the distance "we can only thank the golden goddesses it didn't get into the Sacred Realm…"
"Why, what's in there?" he questioned. The man was silent a moment before looking back at him.
"If you plan on looking for the Sages, you'll have to head towards Hyrule Castle, west of here" he told him as he turned his back to him "you should be able to find some information about the Sages' whereabouts there."
"Hey, answer my question!" Quincey demanded, clenching his fists.
"If you seek the Sages, our paths may cross again" the man said, looking back at him once more "if you survive until then, I may answer your question." As Quincey went to speak, the man was engulfed in a cloud of smoke that seemed to erupt from the ground beneath him. Quincey rolled his eyes as the smoke subsided, the man no longer there.
"Fuckin' ninjas" Quincey grumbled as he glared back at the sun, leaning back against the slab providing him shade "disappearing when they get cornered in conversation, and not answering your questions… Why would he bring it up if he wasn't gonna talk about it…"
The pair of double doors of the large chamber flew open, the robed figure drifting into the room. The walls to their left and right were each decorated with blue and black curtains over three windows on either side. On the opposite end of the room rested a large throne, surrounded by elaborate stone statues and elegant cloth decor.
Reika drifted into the room after them; still struggling against the invisible force they held her body in place. The doors of the chamber closed behind them as the figure reached the center of the room, Reika dropping to the floor as she was freed from the force that had held her.
"Where have you taken me?" Reika demanded as she struggled to her feet, glaring back at the figure as they turned towards her. She glared at them a moment longer as she went to step forward "Answer me!"
The figure drifted away from her as she came to a stop against an unseen wall of force. She banged her fist against the barrier in rage as the figure took a seat at the throne, resting their arms along the arms of the throne. "What the hell? Let me go, god damn it!" Reika snapped through clenched teeth, her eyes locked in a cold glare.
"I can't do that" said the figure, his voice quiet and rattled sent a shiver down Reika's spine, causing her to shiver "but if you would calm down I can answer your question…" Reika sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as the figure watched her quietly.
"Alright, fine." she huffed, tapping her foot impatiently "Just tell me where I am."
"You are atop Ikana Canyon of the Termina country" the figure explained, a pair of healthy, human hands sliding out from beneath the sleeves of his robes as he leaned back in his seat.
"And why am I here?" Reika questioned, rolling her eyes as she tilted her head to the side in annoyance.
"I am under orders to keep you, along with several others, captive here" the figure told her drearily "though I am permitted to give you choice regarding how you will be treated while captive."
"Just tell me my options then" Reika sighed, shaking her head irritably.
"If you attempt to escape or otherwise act un-wildly and improper while in my home, you will be kept in a small cell under constant surveillance" he began "if you choose to be cooperative, however, you will be free to roam three this structure's floors and do as you please with a reasonable amount of privacy."
"How much space would I get?" she asked, tilting her head curiously as she let her hands fall to her sides.
"The cell would be 20 feet by 20 feet with a small bed and a hole in the floor to use as a restroom" he replied "if you choose to act as my guest, you'll be given your own room and a separate area to use as your restroom. While there will be guards at all exits, you will be permitted to go wherever you please across three separate floors of my home and be treated as well, if not better than, you would be at your own home with a reasonable amount of freedom to do as you wish."
"I'd like to be treated as a guest" she told him, bowing her head respectfully "I am a princess after all… You are aware of this, yes?"
"I am well aware of your position and appreciate your decision" he replied, his tone becoming mildly more pleasant as he got his feet "for the remainder of your stay here, you will be treated as my guest and may call me Zmiaj."
Smiling nervously, Reika nodded and went to step forward, feeling for the barrier that had previously held her back. Zmiaj stepped towards her as he made his way across the room, holding a hand out to her.
"Allow me to show you to where you'll be staying" he said almost happily.
"T-thank you…" she replied shakily, taking his hand with a sense of uneasiness.
"You have no need to be afraid" he assured her, gently shaking her hand "I am under orders to unsure you aren't harmed and to treat you well if you are willing to act as a proper guest in my home." Reika remained silent, nodding only slightly as she down at the floor.
Releasing her hand, the robed figure walked past, gesturing for her to follow as he stepped towards the door. They flew open, as if on their own as he approached. Reika looked back into the room as they stepped out to the hall, a sense of terror filling her mind as the doors closed tightly behind them.