Disclaimer - This is my first fanfiction, please bare that in mind when reading this. I don't own any of the Legend of Zelda bits and pieces. I may change up the style of narration to the 3rd person later the on. Enjoy
Chapter 1
-Link POV-
It was cold and dark on the floor of the caged cell. My clothes were torn and soaked with blood and water which had been leaking through the roof for a day now. The world looked different, the torments warping my reality, colors fading into an inky blackness. Gashes, welts, and cuts covered my body inflicted by whips, swords, and daggers were slowly bleeding, a constant reminder of what pain felt like.
The hut that held the cell was dark as obsidian, no flames or light. The rain could be heard hammering down on the roof. A spear of light was thrown to the ground followed by a tremendous boom, the storm was getting worse, more lighting stabbed at the lands of Hyrule.
"Well, this isn't how I expected to spend my time" I muttered, trying not to be heard and be inflicted with more wounds. My captors were harsh creatures, commonly called Bokoblins, armed with an array of sharp wicked blades, knives, and bows. Their skin was similar to leather in texture and color, hard to pierce without a sharp blade. The horde that had grabbed me was at least 30 strong and led by a huge Moblin. He was 6ft tall at least with a set of arms and legs that were like tree trunks taught with muscles. It's skin darker than its fellow Bokoblins, more purple in color.
-Flashback-
Korki Forest is so beautiful, so many different shades of vibrant colors and plants, I marveled while staring at the small clearing I was resting in, the sounds of the forest were quieter now that night had fallen. A cool breeze whirled through the trees, feeling the sudden chill I curled up more hoping that my green and white woolen clothing would hold the breeze at bay.
"Time for dinner," I said to myself with glee, I LOVED food. I gathered some small wood and some logs for a small fire. The temperature was dropping so I was thankful for the heat radiating from the small dancing flames, casting yellow and orange light in the clearing. The forest had become shrouded in darkness, the moon hidden behind clouds, leaving the fire as the only source of light.
I pulled out a small fish I had caught in the stream earlier that day, skewered it and held it over the fire, a satisfying sizzle and delicious aroma filled the air. "It's cooking alright" I moaned in frustration when my stomach started growling in anticipation. The fish soon finished cooking and I sat against a large old oak and devoured the fish. My sword lay on my right and the shield on the right.
The forest became quiet but I was too distracted by the fish to realize. I finished the fish and looked up… Yellow eyes stared back at me a hundred meters or so away, the owner was hidden by the darkness. I grabbed my sword and shield and stood. A horn shattered the quiet night and a tide of Bokoblins rushed from the forest screeching.
"Not good, Not good!" I panic, seeing that I clearly outnumbered. My sword diagonally hacks through the first, I spin my sword keeping the momentum and catch 3 more in a swipe but they kept coming. A wicked blade aimed at my throat comes in, I bring my shield up seeing it last minute, the blade scrapes against the wooden shield. I Use the shield to push the attacker and then backflip out of his reach. A huge spiked club enters my view for a second before it connects, sending me hurtling into a tree before passing out.
-Back to present-
I woke suddenly to a large foot smashing into my face.
"Get up runt" growled a Bokoblin as he kicked me in the side, pain exploding in my ribs. I stood slowly, trying not to agitate the wounds more than necessary. A Bokoblin joined the first, both armed with a jagged spear, together they led me out of the rickety hut.
The sky was overcast, my best guess at the time would have been midday but I have no idea what day it is. The Bokoblin behind me used the end of the spear to push me to the ground in front of the Moblin boss. Surrounded by the beasts I slowly got up onto my knees, blood trickled from my nose down my cheek onto my blood soaked tunic. A spear was raised, poised to strike through my neck. This is how it is going to end I guess. A screech behind me, a guard fell and the Bokoblins looked around in confusion, an arrow flew right between the eyes of the guard who pushed me to the ground. The creatures swarmed into the trees hunting the unknown attacker. One Bokoblin had stayed to guard me. I rolled forward, which felt like I rolled over a bed of red hot nails, grabbed the fallen Bokoblins spear and turned around. The mad Bokoblin lowered his spear, screeched and advanced. I swung the spear, using the blunt end which connected with its head, I then swung it back low taking the creature's legs away from under him. I plunged the spear deep. The creature flailed in a final attempt but started to smoke, disappearing in a vile cloud of purple darkness.
Then I stumbled away from the screeches and disappeared into the forest.