Nike: So, Spectrum take three... Yay. Please erase all your memories of the previously posted chapter. xD
Dargon: AWWWWW DOES IT HAVE TO BE GARAMOND… OH, NEVER MIND…. anyways, so we've decided that our previous Spectrum story was too… well, undetailed, and it didn't have a lot of background support for the main structure of the story, making it only a terrible developed plot, a skeleton with no support or meat. And so we laid off of it, thinking how we could make it better, and now we come back with a more developed idea. Hope you guys enjoy this one more!
Nike: Yeah, what she said. :3
Dargon: PSSST. Credit completely goes to Indi for plotline. She's the one who came up with a better, more developed plot.
Indi: Not really… :/ I just...I don't even know how it's "more developed." All I did was… heck, I don't even know what I did. xD
Dargon: See?! It was so well developed no humane words can describe its awesomeness! XD
Katniss: PINEAPPLEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS. I'M ACTUALLY GONNA CONTRIBUTE TO THIS ONE YAY!
Dargon: WHOOOOOOHOOOO! Yeah, so Katniss (Yellow) has also decided to help us out with this Fanfic! A party of four! DOUBLE THE FUN! LET'S GET THIS STARTED!
Disclaimer: I think I speak for everyone when I say that we don't own The Legend of Zelda nor Four Swords specifically. But thanks to Nintendo, for making this and other awesome games out there!
Prologue
Hyrule. A land vast and beautiful, stretching as far as the eye could see.
A very civilized place. A very bright place.
And the brighter the place, the darker the shadow.
There was one part of Hyrule that none had ever heard of. The only ones who knew about it were its inhabitants, and they were very few in numbers. The land was completely hidden from the rest of Hyrule, protected by a barrier of invisibility. It obscured the land like a cloak. Thus, it stayed completely concealed to anyone who would happen to walk by its entrance. Other than that, it was defenseless.
However, due to its location in a canopy of sickly sweet toxic flowers and poisonous trees, no traveler would come in the barrier's direction in the first place.
But even with the forest of deadly incantations and veil of invisibility protecting it, the land was in ruins. The secluded piece of Hyrule contained nothing but an old, demolished palace. There, the inhabitants of the land lived.
For a time, the only one who dwelled in the palace was a man, named Maraud. He was no ordinary man, however, for he was a being from the Dark World. He loathed the land of Hyrule and the four heroes that called it their home. They were the reason why he had come to Hyrule, to this isolated section of it. They had taken away his valued and trusted student, Shadow Link.
Shadow had long since been a student of Maraud's. He was Shadow's mentor, the one who taught him everything he knew. Ever since Shadow had put an end to the Dark Mirror, Maraud knew that all of the time he had spent teaching him was now wasted.
For months, Maraud schemed and planned, thinking of ways to surely finish the four Links. Finally, an idea came to him. He decided he would fight fire with fire; he decided to create Links in his own likeness.
He had heard of the tales of the Four Sword and its powers. He knew it was the reason why there were four Links instead of just one. If he could manipulate the sword's power, he too, would be able to split four individuals from a single being. He knew about the location of the legendary sword, which was the hidden sanctuary of Hyrule Castle. Stealing the Four Sword was much easier than he had expected, since blending into the shadows to slip unnoticed into the Four Sword sanctuary wasn't hard at all.
A perfect villain for the perfect scheme.
Maraud stood alone in the biggest chamber in the palace, holding the gleaming Four Sword in his hands. At last, he would seek his revenge on the cloned Links. He focused his power into the sword, causing it to glow a bright red. Crimson sparks emitted from the blade, crackling in the air as ghostly figures appeared. The sparks swirled around the room, creating charred spots on the walls and floor. Maraud stood firm, still holding the sword tightly in his hands. Sparks whizzed past him and all around him, but he dared not to flinch. The sword's red glow grew brighter and brighter, causing a blinding light to flood the chamber. He closed his eyes quickly, avoiding the bright rays of sun-like light.
When all of the commotion had faded from the room, he opened his eyes. He was not alone anymore. Now standing in the center of the room, were three Links, clad in colors of their own, just like the original four heroes. They wore orange, yellow, and indigo. They each held their own replica of the Four Sword. Their personalities seemed just as different as the colors they were clothed in.
The yellow clad boy appeared to Maraud as the troublemaker. He wore a mischievous grin and his eyes were bright and full of laughter. He seemed quite proud of his existence, maybe just as much as Maraud was. The indigo Link was less bold and outspoken as the yellow Link had looked. He looked slightly alarmed at the state of his surroundings and he avoided eye contact with his creator. He seemed as if he was hiding something, but Maraud couldn't tell what exactly. Lastly, the Link clothed in orange was completely unique also. He wore a happy grin on his face and observed the chamber so quickly, it just looked like he was shaking his head around. Maraud could've sworn he saw him go cross-eyed once or twice, but he ignored it, and told himself it was just his imagination.
After he finished observing his creations, Maraud inclined his head and gave a smirk.
"Hello," he greeted. "My children."