A/N: Well, I decided to start a new fic. I'm afraid though that my computer blew up, thus deleting the new chapters to some of my other fics. I'm restarting them though so don't worry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. Nintendo does.
Spirit Guide
Pain
If this truly was how dying felt then I despised it greatly. My head was burning, my brain too big for it to hold. The wind whistled like a raging storm through my ears and the rain pierced my skin like millions of tiny needles. I cried out for it to stop. I was sure no words came out, drowned out by my screams of agony. His maniac laughing. Her frantic calling. Disturbed whinnies. Yet the fourth sound I longed to hear never came. That doubled my pain, made me so overcome with the burning that I was begging inside my head to die. I welcomed death to rid me of the agony. Death ignored my desperate plea. I despised death.
They say when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. Hopefully seeing my childhood was a sign that the pain would soon end. My youth was full of pain too. I'd seen the bloody murder of the mayoress and her killer's death soon after. I'd experienced broken bones and the white-hot pain of my ankle snapping bore right through me. I was wet with sweat and blood at the time. My visions dimmed out the noise but the pain was still there. I seemed to feel the pain Uli endured in Colin's birth. How would he feel, losing his best friend? I never would meet his sister. Would the villagers tell her of me? Would Zelda even tell them HOW I died? Then I began to see my quest. The Bulbins attacking Ilia and Colin. The pain of my first transformation. Midna. My heart throbbed and the beating became slow and uneasy. I could feel Midna dying in my heart. I feared Ganon would kill my beloved mare and Princess Zelda too. The fate of Hyrule with Ganon at the reign was too horrible to bear. My visions faded. My screams were raspy and I felt blood spurt from my mouth. My last vision was Zelda's grief struck face as I slowly faded into the eternal abyss that was the end.
I expected the Sacred Realm, the place we 'went when we died', to be a myth. Yet the place I woke up in was almost certainly the heaven that people always mentioned in prayer. Where the goddesses lived. I felt no more pain. I could live without breathing, without my heart beating. It was true that I was dead. But I couldn't believe that this was the Sacred Realm. Surely it was legend. The evidence that backed up the existence of the myth was all there. I saw people I knew to be dead. Perhaps it was merely my brain acting up in limbo. I wasn't alive but I was enough for my brain to be functioning. Just not as usual. I wondered if the rest of my body was working, if I could stand and walk. I attempted this to see if my assumption was reality. It seemed to be, but I was still a little shaky. There was a dark, crimson stain on my front where Ganon had delivered the final blow. Other people I saw, young and old, of every tribe and race in the kingdom, even the world, also had evidence of their deaths imprinted upon their soulless bodies. This man had some form of cancer that wasn't treated in time. That young girl had broken her neck. It was clear the wasted figure of the elderly woman who was holding my bag, stained in my blood, had died peacefully of old age. She handed it to me and I took it with much gratitude. I wished her well as she got on with her business. I decided to get on with my own too. Then I saw unnatural deaths. Twisted faces of those who had been mauled by beasts. Men who had been decapitated by cruel beings, living solely to kill. It hurt me mentally, though physically my pain had ended for all of time. A young child was hunched up in the corner, his pale face stained with dirt, sweat and blood. He was clothed in rags and was no more than a bag of bones. He'd been beaten, abused, starved. I could tell he hated people. He hissed as I approached. He had been fair and sweet before he was tortured. I could tell. If the dead could cry, my face would be damp with tears. I looked away. I felt that if I looked at his small, inhuman figure I would become like him. Hating mankind.
My feet no longer ached when I walked vast distances. I had been searching endlessly for some form of civilisation. This place I couldn't call the 'Sacred Realm' seemed to be an exact replica of Hyrule, only the people there were dead. I knew that in Castle Town, the bar owner wouldn't be Telma. The Princess wouldn't be Zelda. Not yet. Ganon hadn't taken her life. Yet. I swore vengeance on that man. I would be his own personal poltergeist for all eternity. I kicked a rock in my rage, feeling no pain in my feet. My boots were scuffed and the right one was ripping at the seams. I was rather pleased at my new body, unable to feel pain. Over the horizon I could make out the ghostly silhouette of a castle. I made my way northwards, the figure becoming more detailed as I got nearer to my destination. My new 'life' would start here. Ordon would be too lonely when all my friends were still alive.
It was so lively in the market place. Far more so than it was when I was alive. No-one seemed to mind that the person who manned the fruit stall had his head under his arm, or that the woman who sold arrows had her skin hanging off in a ghastly fashion. Everyone respected the others and I heard no mention of the word 'death.' The Bazaar was laden with spirits, all of which seemed happy to see the new face. I recognised one man as the one who had sold sweets to the children in the village when I was seven. He sold sweets now. I greeted him but he didn't seem to know who I was. He wasn't even looking at me. There was a small huddle of people he was part of that was all looking at something on the ground. I knew it was best to mind my own business, but my curiosity got the better of me. I tried not to push anyone, but they couldn't feel pain either so if I did floor somebody they wouldn't mind. It was merely me being rude to them. There was a woman in the centre of the huddle, holding a small bundle in a white cloth. I thought it might have been some precious material, but then it moved. I assumed it was an animal and began to leave. As I turned, the thing spoke in a thin and raspy, but defiantly feminine voice. It seemed oddly familiar. I'd heard that voice before. And the voice seemed to be gasping my name…
"Link…."
A/N: I hoped you like it. Please review. I'm sorry I couldn't review your amazing fanfics though guys. My computer wasn't letting me. I can start doing that again now.
