The Legend Of Zelda: Hyrules Nightmare
AN: This is my first fanfiction, so please be kind. I would appreciate some feedback, and if there is anything I could do to improve this, then please do not hesitate to tell me. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this, and I'm sorry for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes, and if the story is rubbish. And I apologise for the lack of originality for the names.
Prologue
Our story begins in the land of Hyrule, deep in the Gerudo desert. A gerudo woman, called Reana, was on lookout on top of the tall post, which guarded the small Gerudo village. She was just lazily searching around, for any sign of movement in the nearby desert, when she spotted a man, wandering around in the vast desert. It was obvious that he was injured; she could tell by the way he was limping. The young woman contemplated whether she should alert the other Gerudo, or to leave him there. Deciding that the latter was the easiest option, she decided to just sit and keep an eye out for any abnormal changes in his behaviour.
A few minutes later, she heard a rattling at the gate she was supposed to be guarding. Glancing down, she saw the man from before, banging at the gate, and groaning. She climbed down the ladders from her post, and frowned.
The man looked awful. He had purple, bruised skin, peeling off in some places, revealing old, yellowed bone, and burnt flesh. He was covered in sand, getting stuck in wet clumps on the fleshy muscle on his body. Maggots squirmed and wriggled around the open wounds on his body, gnawing away at the decaying tissue. The smell of rotten flesh filled Reana's nose, and she had to hold her breath to stop herself from vomiting. She glared at him, dead in the eyes, and shouted,
"I don't know why you are here, or where you have come from, but if you want help, then fucking ask for it before you start rattling the gates like some madman!"
This only made him smash against the gates even more. Getting more agitated, she shouted over to one of her fellow Gerudo
"Hey, Neeva, come and help me with this guy, he won't stop banging on the gate!"
Neeva jogged over, and put her hands on her hips, leaning forward, and stared at him.
"Look, you heard my friend here; we can help you if you ask for it." She pointed a finger at him, jabbing him in the stomach, gently, "But you're just being completely rude. Are you even listening! Do you want me to get someone of a higher rank to come tell you, or are you going to stop-"
She was cut off; when she felt the man's teeth, what little he had of them, sink into the soft, tanned skin on her hand. The two women heard the sickening crack of Neeva's bones being crushed, and ripped from her arm, leaving a bloody stump, of where her left hand used to be.
She screamed then, a blood curdling scream, as she sunk to the floor, nursing the mangled wrist.
Reana, in too much shock to move, could do nothing but watch, as the jaws of the man stretched to an abnormal size, tearing the skin around them, and swallowed the hand, whole, crunching the bones between his sharp, twisted teeth. The rest of the Gerudo, who were wandering around the outside of the village, were now surrounding the poor woman, who was soon taken to the medical ward in one of the buildings. Some of the other Gerudo had stayed behind, along with Reana, and waited for someone to return with Nabooru.
Soon enough, they arrived, Nabooru in tow, who was appalled by what happened. She walked straight up to the man, and stabbed him in the head with her knife, which she kept in her pocket for emergencies, like this.
"I don't want my Gerudo being threatened like that. I would rather kill you than take my chances with letting you in here."
And with that, she walked off, with the rest of the Gerudo following her.
All except Reana.
She had her gaze fixated on the desert in front of her. Her eyes were huge with fright, and she was shaking, for in front of her, behind the gate, were thousands of men, women and children, all slowly limping towards the gate...
She had to tell the others.