Chapter 1: Nightmare

There was darkness from all around, closing in like a pack of hungry wolves. A light illuminated from a distant source, but it was fading ever so slightly. He peered around the confined space analyzing the darkness that appeared to contain a life of its own as it molded and warped into different shapes. It reminded him of a fog, a dense black fog, as it drew near. Despite being courageous there was a faint sense of fear creeping up over him. While he looked quickly around the shrinking space he stood in, he was finally able to locate the light that was keeping everything a lit. It was hovering above him. It rocked and pivoted around. The light was a white light, but it dimmed into nothing as the fog began to engulf him.

Suddenly, he felt a cold, strong grip fall onto his right arm. He jerked himself away only to be grabbed on the shoulder. While attempting to pull away and rip the grasp free from his shoulder, he was met with another clammy hand at his leg. Then another, and another. He grunted and fought himself free using his strength alone and met the ground head on. He sat up and turned around to stare deeply into the swirling darkness. It chuckled mischievously at him.

The fog began creeping towards his legs; he crawled backwards and kicked at the dark hands. Without warning, he was abruptly shot forward from his position onto the ground and into the fog. He immediately began to squirm and fend off the groping blackness. They squeezed tightly at his forearms and neck. He peered at his foe through clenched eyes, and with a strong swing of his left arm and a battle cry, a bright light swept through the fog like a blade from the heavens. The blackness scurried away in different directions. He panted heavily from his spot on the ground as he watched the fog dissipate.

Silence fell over the space he was in, creating a sense of being trapped in a void. His sharp, blue eyes scanned his surroundings. There was an eerie feeling of being watched. A heavenly glow began to shine from the back of his left palm. He peered down at his hand. The triangles on his hand hummed and lit up like fireflies. He brought his hand up in front of his face and observed this behavior.

Then there was that mischievous laugh again. Bringing his hand down and looking towards the sound, his eyes pierced the air. He waited for some kind of movement, all he got was an odd stillness. There was a brief pause in the area around him before a figure began forming in the fog. The figure morphed and solidified as it stepped forth. The most distinct trait was the glowing green eyes. A smile crept across its face and let loose another one of those chuckles. The young man with the blue eyes began to rise before the figure; his hand still glimmering. But before he could fully rise the figure shot out a blast of darkness, knocking him back. He screamed as he tried to hold his footing. The darkness cut through his skin, causing him to bleed out.

The blue eyed boy could make out something around the figures neck. It was a dark crystal that began to emanate a purple light. The light on his hand tried to fight off the blackness tearing through his soul. He gasped out before all went black, his voice disappearing within the mincing laughter coming from the figure.

Gasping for air, the boy awoke and shot up from his bed. He peered around the room, panting with eyes wide and alert. Realizing there was no immediate threat and that he had just awoken from a deep nightmare, he placed his face in his wide-palmed hands. His face was sweaty and his skin was sticky despite the night being free of humidity. He brought his hands through his golden hair and sat there in that position before noticing the light on his hand. Bringing his left hand before his face, he stared at the glowing triangles. The bottom right triangle of the tier glowing a bit more brilliantly than the other two.

All he could muster was an exhausted sigh. His thoughts wandering. He was planning on attempting to fall back to sleep, but his body was tense and his mind was awake, so he merely stood up to stretch and get a drink of water. He climbed down the ladder attached to the overlooking ledge where his bed sat. He grabbed a small cup and poured water from his kitchen sink faucet. His thirst was quenched as he gulped down the water. Then something caught his attention from the corner of his vision. He paused, bringing the cup down, and stared at the corner of the room. By the hole leading to his basement was a broad sword sheathed and tucked away into a blue and yellow case.

The sword beckoned him. It was like a ringing in his ears. The young man placed the cup down and walked over towards his weapon. Once he reached the corner, he stared at the sword intently. Without delay he picked up the sword and drew it from its scabbard. The blade had a faint light emitting from its sharp edges; it cast a light onto the skin of his bare chest and face. As his eyes climbed up the weapon, he experienced flashbacks that he could say were not his. Or at least ones he had not had in this lifetime. It was strange. To have memories from past lives. There were brief images of the sky and battles he had not had. Anymore, the only time he felt truly himself was when he held that weapon.

Feeling satisfied with his quick dose of empowerment, he twirled the sword around in his fingers and sheathed it. He placed the sword back next to the Hylian shield bearing the crest of the Triforce and returned to bed. From there, he felt at ease and drifted back into a deep, uninterrupted slumber.

End

Author's note: This story is taking place after the Twilight Princess events.