Song Of The Wolf: The Lost Legacy
Prologue: The Prophecy's Mark
Outside the castle the night was alive with the sounds of swords clanging and warriors shouting in battle. The full moon stood as proof that the Great Mother Goddess stood watch over the horrible scene that lay on the earth below. Bodies of thousands of men were scattered across acres and acres of battle field and smoke from the towers of the dark castle blotched out the stars as the flames gave light to the warriors that battled against the raiders and marauders.
Just inside the castle a select few fought bravely against shadow creatures that stood six feet tall on all-fours. The Shadow Beast's had shield-like masks to cover their faces and tentacles that waved about above and beneath the shields. Their bodies were covered with the strange markings of the Twilight Realms and they had strange red markings on their chests and backs.
And even deeper within the castle's walls, past the entry hall where the five warriors fought, and on into the stone fortress was a large room. It's double doors were wide open and inside was the workshop of a mage. Gold, priceless artifacts and money was piled in one corner of the room and tables stood everywhere, filled with papers, potions, and vials of all shapes and sizes, each of them filled. A fire roared in the hearth and a cauldron hung above it as a man stood at the center of the room, sword drawn, while the bodies of life-size dolls - carved and shaped to look like the man's friends - littered the floor.
"It's over, Ghirahim. Call off your Shadow Beasts." The man ordered, his bright blue eyes blazing. But his breathing was labored and several wounds bled profusely.
The Dark Mage just laughed and snapped his fingers. A long, curved sword made of black metals appeared above his hand and he grabbed the handle. "You amuse me, Link. Do you honestly believe you can defeat me?"
Ghirahim's light tone was followed by a swift lunge that Link was just barely able to counter, bringing the two into a stalemate, both trying to overpower the other.
"You and your friends will die tonight." Ghirahim hissed in Link's face. "That is their punishment for following you here to my temple!" Ghirahim's face contorted in rage as he screeched his threat, breaking the stalemate so he could take a swing down at Link's head.
Link blocked it and then rolled around to Ghirahim's back, but his wounds slowed his movements and when he tried to slice the Dark Mage across the back, he whirled around and blocked it.
"This time there will be no heroic escape. I was a fool to toy with you and let you walk away with your life before." Ghirahim slid their swords hilt-to-hilt in another stalemate. "But I won't make that mistake again. I promise you that!"
They broke apart and Link jumped back, putting a good distance between himself and Ghirahim. He knew he didn't have the strength to continue on for much longer, not after such a battle that left him with so many injuries.
Ghirahim lunged forward again and Link had no choice but to raise his sword and block the attack. Blow after blow, Ghirahim stabbed and sliced and all Link could do was block, trying to ignore the throbbing pain coming from his side which had a long cut that bled excessively.
Ghirahim suddenly pulled back, growling, and snapped his fingers with his free hand. Another sword appeared above his other hand and he caught it as he had the first one. Wielding both swords, Ghirahim jumped into the air and disappeared.
Link's brow furrowed and he raised his shield. He threw himself backwards the second he sensed Ghirahim's presence and a second later both of Ghirahim's swords came down and struck the floor where Link had stood.
Link rushed at him, while his swords were stuck, but Ghirahim yanked his swords free and blocked Link's attack. Link pulled back and spun around on the bal of one foot, his sword moving so fast that the tip was a red-blue blur of sparking fire.
This move landed several strikes on Ghirahim, but they were on his arms where his charmed gloves protected him from the worst of the blows. Ghirahim jumped up again and disappeared a second time. Link whirled around, shield up, in search of his opponent. Once again he was able to sense Ghirahim just before he appeared and dove forward, rolling out of the way just in time.
Again Ghirahim struck the ground, but this time he stood and wrenched it out of the stone floor. Ghirahim lunged forward, the point of his sword aimed at Link's chest, and Link jumped backwards and then flipped back, to avoid the attack. He then lunged forward to meet Ghirahim, swiping one of Ghirahim's swords away with his shield and then slicing Ghirahim across the torso.
Link jumped back to avoid Ghirahim's counter attack with his other sword, but winced and faltered a bit once he landed his flip, leaning towards his injured side. Sweat dripped from his forehead and neck and down his back, his breathing was getting ragged, and he was beginning to see darkness around the edges of his vision.
Ghirahim lunged in again and Link raised his sword to block, but before their swords clanged together, Ghirahim disappeared and reappeared right behind Link, who whirled to face him, but when their swords met Link's blade wasn't strong enough and shattered, leaving him defenseless to Ghirahim's attack.
Ghirahim ran Link through with his sword.
Link fell to his knee, his hands trying to grip the sword that had already been pulled out. Blood poured from the fresh wound and even more blood spilled out of Link's mouth, flowing over his bottom lip and sliding down his chin.
"Hehehe, Hahaha, HAHAHA!" Ghirahim cackled as he stumbled backwards, his swords dissolving into diamond-shaped, orange-colored Twilight.
But Link didn't hear Ghirahim. The Dark Mage's gabble faded from his ears as a new image filled his eyes. Link Saw violets. Beautiful violet irises that glittered with unshed tears. Tiny, innocent hands gripping the Master Sword tightly. His Sight swirled and changed until fire engulfed his vision. All around, and in that fire, stood a shadowed figure that raised it's sword at another, smaller figure.
Link's Sight started to fade and the last thing he heard was a hauntingly beautiful Song of a Wolf.
Ghirahim's laughter had lessened to chuckles of giddiness as he stood over Link, who's eyes were shadowed by his shaggy blonde hair.
"Enjoy your Peaceful Realms, Wolf!" Ghirahim mocked him. "With you out of the way I will finally be able to take revenge on those wretched Conte's for my master!"
Link's left hand shot out and grabbed one of Ghirahim's arms in a firm grip, holding tight as the mark on the back of his hand burned with golden light.
"You may have won our battle, but you will never reach the Conte's." Link's grip tightened as the burning on his hand intensified.
"Let go of me, you blasted, filthy imp!" Ghirahim struggled against Link's grip as the magic of the Triforce burned into the skin of his arm.
"Be warned, Ghirahim. You speak of a thread of fate that bound us to each other. There is one other... That stands... Bound by that thread." Link's vision was beginning to fade around the edges, tunneling around Ghirahim's horrified face. "When the seventh petal of the moon-flower blooms, you will fall."
Ghirahim wrenched his arm free of Link's grasp and stumbled back, his other hand trembling as it barely even touched his arm. A violet colored, closed moon-flower, burned into the inside of his forearm. The violet colored outlines of the moon-flower swirled with magic and it burned until it finally settled.
"What have you done to me?" Ghirahim rounded on Link, eyes wide with terror. Link just smiled as he stared at the floor in front of him, his eyes clouded.
"You will fall, Ghirahim... And there is nothing your dark magic... Or your master... Can do... To save you." Link rasped, his vision blurring and his ears roaring. Ghirahim shrieked in rage and created another sword to swipe across Link's chest, pushing him back onto the floor. Ghirahim turned away from Link and ran across his workshop, grabbing various things as he prepared to flee his castle, and as the sounds of the approaching warriors grew louder and louder.
Link fell onto his back, his hand falling out to the side and as he stared at it, he saw the face of a beautiful little girl with tears falling from her violet eyes as she cried out for her father...
AN: Hey, guys! So, this is a story I have had written up for a while. I wanted to wait until I was finished with my Maximum Ride series, but since that's pretty much finished I decided to go ahead and post this. Let me know what you think and tell me if you're interested in the rest of the story. REVIEW, please! -Owl.