Warning: this fic is very dark and contains detail of many Zelda characters dying. If you are sensitive to that type of content, I ask that you turn away and find a different fic to read. If you like my writing, I have other, less dark fics written out and hope to make more soon. Yea, description of character death and gore. Listen, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, if you read past this, than that is on you and of no fault of my own. I warned you in the description, I warned you here. Last chance to turn away and ends in 3...2...1... okay, I hope you like the story. Let me know what you like, and what you think I can improve on for my next chapter, thanks :)
He had been in the unknown darkness for an eternity. The last thing he could remember was standing face to face with Ganondorf. He had destroyed all of Hyrule. Princess Zelda was killed, laying under a blanket of malice, and Ganon had spoken to the man. He had said something to him, and he tried to recover it from his mind. It bugged him, he felt like he should remember it, but he couldn't.
He cried out in frustration, trying to escape the unknown horrors that lay around him, but quickly stopped when the stinging sensation of the rusted chains cut his wrist once again. He stopped and returned to his thoughts. After searching in vain for an unknown amount of time, he finally recovered the full memory.
He had just been running from Ganondorf. When he took a once over of himself, he noticed an uncountable number of jagged cuts that ran up and down his body. His clothes had been turned to shreds, but could just make out his attire. A royal blue tunic with the design of a sword around the neck color. The color of the sword was once white but had been stained with the color of the earth after running for some time.
His pants were tan and holes littered everywhere and even more, cuts were running up and down his legs. His knee was placed in an awkward position and a stinging pain was running through it. It was almost as if it was broken, and he wouldn't be surprised.
The path still had his footprints on it, and that road was coated in rocks and debris of things he didn't even know where to begin identifying them. The soles of his boots were worse for wear, and the left one was beginning to fall off his boot entirely.
Standing above him, ready to deliver the final blow was the Demon King himself. His smile was that of a madman's, and the Gerudo had unsheathed his weapon. However, when he had when expected it to be plunged into his body, it wasn't. Ganondorf simply held the weapon and continued to toss it from hand to hand.
He had placed one of his feet on the boy so he could not run any farther, as if he could in the condition he was in. Even if he wasn't being restrained, he probably could only make it another two or three feet before once again collapsing into the hard earth.
"So… Link," Ganondorf began, his voice boomed. It was actually quite unusual because the boy had expected it to be full of hate and spite, but when he began to speak, it sounded as though he was simply having a conversation with an old friend. But the words eh spoke afterword made it as anything but.
"Can't you see that you have already lost. Your friends, they were Champions correct. What were their names again." He stroked his chin as though he was trying to bring the names to recollection when the defeated hero knew that Ganondorf knew their names. "Oh yes, I forgot. You had that blue feathered bird, Revali correct? Oh, he was quite easy for me to defeat. His over-inflated ego made him think he was better than my simple minion, but oh no. He was quite a challenge, was he not?"
The boy began to answer his question when the foot was forced harder down on him. "Quiet!" his yelled, his dark voice booming over the destroyed plains that once made up Hyrule Kingdom. "Anyway, where was I… Okay, now I remember. Revali was simple to defeat, I saw it all happen. Every cry of pain, every drop of blood, oh it was such a pleasant treat. I loved watching as my minion threw his corpse into one of the air vents on top of that Divine Beast, and it was ripped to shreds. His blood like fireworks in the sky, showing that it was now my time to reign over this pathetic land."
He clenched his teeth as he spoke, every single word that he spoke making him want to snap at him more than the last one did. He reminisced on watching each of the boy's friends die, and he was enjoying it! He promised himself that the moment he got out of his grasp, He would go at him, and he would avenge the deaths of all his friends.
"Daruk, your Goron. He enjoyed calling you 'little guy,' did he not. Well, looking at the situation now, you were always a little one, but when he went up against my servant, he was the little one in that situation. He was definitely harder to beat than your feathered friend, but my minion was stronger. I find it ironic how the Gorons chose to use explosives in their mining procedures, and when the Goron went on to fight, he went out like the minerals. With a blast."
Ganondorf cackled out loud, and so loud in fact that the wolves that were scavenging for meat to eat went scurrying off in the other direction. When I tried to push myself up from his destructive foot, he pushed down against me even harder. "Stop trying, even if I were to let you up, you wouldn't even make it 5 feet without collapsing onto the floor once again."
I stopped trying, knowing that he was right. "Good child, you should let your elders talk uninterrupted. Maybe you were raised with some respect after all. Anyway, the new chieftain, Urbosa, was a great joy. I would love to be the one to get in her face and whisper in her ear that she had lost, but when taking over a kingdom, visions from my minions is the best I can do. Its better than nothing though. Looking at the fear in her eyes, she knew that she was going to die the moment she saw my minion, and she still tried to avoid what she knew was going to come. Foolish.
Hearing her cry out in pain as her own Divine Beast killed her. She got kicked around like just another grain of sand in the Gerudo Desert. She tried to run, run back to her home and find others to help her defeat just my minion, but it was very nice that the Sheikah added lightning to Naboris. If she tried to run, she was pelted with lightning, stunned and crushed once again by the thing she was supposed to master.
I wish that more blood was drawn in the battle than what was, but still slow and painful satisfies me enough. I'd rather slow and painful with no bloodshed than lots of blood, but killed quickly. I prefer hearing them cry out in the pain and knowing that pain is the last thing that they felt instead of them not knowing what hit them. Don't you think that is the more fun way for them to go?"
I simply clenched my teeth tight, not daring to say anything. Ganondorf's foot was crushing me enough already, I did not want him to push me anymore, or it felt like I would be crushed into two.
"Then there was the last one. She was the Zora, wasn't she? How silly of it to put a Princess into the Divine Beast, not even thinking that I might do something to their precious Sheikah Technology. She was probably the hardest of them all to kill. Believe it or not, I actually needed to call some backup to win. To bad Zora's can't handle electricity that well.
No matter how hard I tried, no matter how many times I wounded her, she would just return to the water and use her healing powers and heal any wounds that she had, and then come back into it fighting once again. She was nearly done with my blight, but by that time, Urbosa had already been defeated. Teleportation is quite easy once you learn how to use it and have the required tools. Too bad you can't teleport away right now. Your precious Sheikah Slate was the first thing I wrought to destroy, otherwise, it would be no good to harm you, simply a waste of my time."
The boy had no idea how it was even possible for Ganondorf to push harder than he already was, but he found some way too, and it felt like he was about to explode at any moment now. It was almost like a little timer was going off in his head and when that timer hit zero, he was going to blow up.
"Even though electrocution isn't the most painful or slowest way to go, and it doesn't leave blood, I was running out of options. Sometimes you have to put aside enjoyments to get your goal met, don't you agree. I still wish I could see it once again, but unfortunately, my power isn't strong enough to do that, but if I work enough with it, maybe one day. It could even be a big thing in the future one day: How the Great King of Evil Killed the Pathetic Champions, it would be a big hit don't you think? Unfortunately, there is one thing missing from that happening."
The Gerudo paused for a moment, and the boy felt like there was something that was going to be spoken in a moment, but he did not want to be hurt anymore, so he decided to keep quiet like he did before everything went south for him. After an unknown amount of silence, Ganondorf yelled at the boy again. "You may speak boy, but only this once!"
The boy almost jumped back but was physically unable to because of the crushing power that the foot of the King of Evil had on him. He wanted to make sure what he said was right, or he would be punished once again. After a moment of thinking, he came to his decision, and he hoped that it wouldn't be his last one. "What is missing?"
Ganondorf laughed, almost as if he was expecting this question, but was quick to come up with a response. He pulled out his sword once again and held it mere inches from the boy's throat. "What is missing, you ask. Well, I thought it was quite easy to tell from your position, but let me tell you anyway. It's quite simple actually."
He got closer to the boy's face, and the sword was still pressed right up against his neck, and he was unable to move without killing himself in the process. "Not all the Champion's are dead yet."
The boy wanted to scream and cry, but he knew that would only bring enjoyment from the King of Evil, so he stayed calm. He kept his cool on the outside even though he was having an extreme panic attack on the inside. He was going to die right here on the burning fields of the land his soul was meant to protect and past incarnates had stopped this evil man's intentions on.
The Gerudo suddenly took all his weight of off the panicked boy. "You better start running now, before I change my mind!" He ran as fast he I could, away from Ganondorf. Adrenaline pushing each step, ever step farther and farther away from death. It was important for him to run, run, and just keep running. Not stopping to look back on how far away he was, he just kept going, trying not to think about the pain in his legs that became even worse by each step he took, and only wanted to get away from death.
He couldn't keep running forever, and eventually slipped up on rocks, or what he thought was rocks that had been strewn across the road. When he looked back though, he barely kept himself from heaving. Right there. Right in front of him, laid a human corpse. Fresh with the scent of death, and he knew that he would join the unfortunate soul next. He could not run anymore, whatever happened next if he would have to take the full blow of pain.
When the Gerudo returned to him, he knew he what was going to happen, and all he hoped that it was quick and as painless as possible, but knowing who he was going to be up against, it would be both slow and painless. Even though he knew what was going to happen, he still tried to run, escape his fate.
It took little time for Ganondorf to regain his position atop the boy, showing that he was in fact in charge of everything, and there was nothing he could do about it. "You can't run child. Your Goddess has abandoned her vessel because she knew that you were too weak. You should have just died 100 years ago like you were supposed to, but no. You and your Sheikah technology had to try to keep you alive to battle me once again. When will you people learn, what fate has in store, you must roll with it, for you cannot change fate."
The King of Evil pulled his sword out once again and in the boy's mind, he played with the different possibilities on how he was going to die. Was he going to plunge the sword into his body, and twist his entrails around until it looked like a soup. Was it going to be a case of a bunch of deep cuts and gashes that would inevitably lead him to bleed to death, becoming food for whatever scavengers would come by? Was he going to just be abandoned here, the boy knew he would not be able to run, and he would just starve to death.
"I could end you right here, right now, and there is nothing you can do to stop it." The sword went straight for his throat but was stopped abruptly by the man who wielded it. "I would love to defeat my foe right now, but this is too easy, there would be no fun in it. Besides… you are not the last one I need to defeat, I must find all the heroes and exterminate them all and watch it happen myself. The hero's power will go, but not their soul, it is not like it was taught. You were taught that to make you feel important, and anyone could have been the person to have the power of the hero. Now that I think about it, I have a more fun way for me to eliminate all who stand in front of me and could overpower me and ruin all my plans. And unfortunately for you, but certainly enjoyable for me, you are one of them."
Ganondorf quickly twisted his sword around, holding the blade in his gloved hand while the boy had the hilt of it in his face. He could not see much of the sword because a mere second later, it went plunging into his face. His consciousness was beginning to leave him, but he heard one thing, and although the sound was muffled, he could make out every word that was spoken.
"Even the strongest hero will fall... Link."