The Legend of Zelda: Children of the Gods

Prologue

Seiryu stared up at the sky in silence, feeling the wind against his face. A few clouds floated by lazily. He sighed. It was still amazing, reflecting over how his sisters created Hyrule. They had decided that everyone would help keep Hyrule a safe, stable realm, and each of their siblings had been given an area to claim as their own, and they were allowed to create a race of people that they could look after.

Koboku, being the eldest next to Din, Farore and Nayru, chose the forest. He was always the most nurturing of them, so living in the forest suited him well. He took on the form of a giant tree, sitting in the heart of the forest. The race he created was the race known as the Kokiri, which was a race of children who would stay forever young, living in the forest, protected by Koboku, who soon became known as the Great Deku Tree.

Suna was next, and she chose the desert, preferring the isolation. She created the Gerudo, a race of women that had had amazing physical capabilities that made them possibly the most dangerous people to face in hand-to-hand combat. After much protest from Din, Farore and Nayru, who were trying to explain the importance that males had to a tribe to help keep it stable, Suna grudgingly created one lone male, and she cast a spell over the Gerudo so that they would only bear girls (save for one male, who was born every one hundred years) and the Gerudo blood would never grow thin, despite the mingling of Hylian blood. Reluctantly, the three goddesses accepted this, much to Suna's delight.

Jabun preferred the lake to the south, although he was excited that the river cut through Hyrule, leading to the north. He went to the north, taking the form of a giant fish/whale. His divine powers helped keep the water clean, and because he resided in the source of Hyrule's water supply, the purity spread even to Lake Hylia. He created the Zoras, an aquatic race. In order for them to actually adapt to the environment, he constructed their bodies similar to those of fish, enabling them to live and breath underwater. However, he gave them predominant humanoid features so they could exist out of the water, and so they could defend themselves better against predators.

Volvagia, not wanting to be separated from Jabun, who was possibly his preferred sibling, he chose to reside in the volcano near Jabun's domain. Because there was no way normal people could live in such a habitat, he sculpted a race from the very rocks, enabling them to tolerate high temperatures, and even walk through shallow pools of lava. Also, due to the lack of proper vegetation and livestock on the mountain, they were able to eat rocks, giving them an endless supply of food.

And that left Seiryu. He did not have much to choose from, but Volvagia, in an act of kindness, said that Seiryu could have the land at the base of the mountain. That was fine with Seiryu. He did not want a large amount of area like Koboku, Suna or Jabun. That made it harder to keep track of people. He didn't want the race he created to suffer because he was unable to protect them. He had a problem making his own race of people. He looked at what his siblings had created, hoping for some idea. Copying Suna would give her more reason to hate him, and he just didn't like the idea of making people out of rocks and fish and such. He liked Koboku's idea of making a race of children, but he realized that children would not be good at defending themselves. So, all that was left were the Hylians, who were created by his sisters, Din, Farore, and Nayru.

He made a race that bore similar appearances to the Hylians, but they were better suited to use magic. They were the shadows of the Hylians, known as the Sheikah. The one feature that was shared by every Sheikain was the color of their eyes. Theirs were a brilliant shade of red. He gave them a symbol, a single staring eye. It had a symbolic meaning, which he didn't share with anyone. The rumor was that it was reminiscent of his past, which he tried to put behind him. Seiryu never denied it, but he would never say anything on the subject.

Seiryu sighed, standing, straightening his kimono. He ran his hands through his hair, which was naturally unkempt. He stretched his arms over his head, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth of the morning sun on his face. His hand rested on the branch above him, and he held it tightly, opening his eyes again.

"Lord Seiryu! Come down!"

Seiryu looked down. Kerra was standing at the base of the tree, looking up at him. She smiled, her red eyes shining like rubies. Seiryu smiled back, jumping off the branch and landing gracefully in front of her. She laughed softly as he grinned up at her. She was easily two and a half heads taller than him. He, for personal reasons he would never share, chose to remain in the form of a child at all times, although he was technically old enough to be considered an adult.

"How many times," Seiryu said, "must I tell all of you to stop calling me 'Lord' and 'Sir' and other such things? I'm not that important."

"But you are," Kerra said, smiling, "You created us. You are like a father to us."

"But I'm just a kid," Seiryu said, folding his arms behind his head.

"You may be one in appearance, but we know you are more than what you seem," Kerra said as she turned back towards the village. Seiryu started to follow her, but a chill ran down his spine and he turned. Something ominous was nearby. His gaze fell on the Shadow Temple. It felt like something was... leaking out of there. A powerful aura of a sort. Seiryu narrowed his eyes. The power waned, and eventually dissipated. He sighed, turning back to Kerra, who was staring at him in concern.

"...Are you...alright?"

"Yes, of course," Seiryu said, giving her a smile, "Now, let's head back." She nodded, returning the smile before turning and heading back to the village. Seiryu turned his head slightly to look at the temple. He then shook his head, and ran to catch up to Kerra.

'

Seiryu sat on the roof of one of the buildings, looking over the village in silence. The adults were working, tending to gardens, looking after livestock, and doing what they usually did for work, whether that be making clothes or weapons. The children were at play, running around and chasing each other. Most of the older girls stood and talked, and the younger ones played games like Tag with the boys. A few of the children waved to Seiryu, and he smiled, waving back. He was starting to think that being a god wasn't such a bad thing, especially because he was able to protect those he cared about.

"Seiryu!"

He started slightly, peering over the edge of the roof. A small group of children stood below him. They waved and he waved back. "Can you come play with us?" one of them asked. Seiryu grinned and nodded.

"Okay," he said, "I'll be down in a second!"

He jumped off the edge of the roof, landing a few feet away from them. "Sugoi!" one of them yelled, and he smiled, feeling his face burn slightly. It had only been a few centuries since he created the Sheikah, and yet he still wasn't used to being praised. He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. The children laughed. He was possibly the tallest of the group, being at the pysical age of ten while they were probably between the ages of five and seven.

"So," he said, "What're we playing?"

They exchanged glances and grinned mischievously. Seiryu watched them carefully and yelped as he was suddenly assaulted by a flood of cold water from above. He tensed, his eyes wide as he shivered from the cold. The children burst out laughing as he looked up, seeing a young girl on top of the roof. She had a bucket in her hands and was grinning from ear to ear.

"Sneaky," Seiry said with a smirk, shaking the water from his hair, "But I won't let you get away with it!" He cast a water spell, suspending it over their heads and releasing. They yelled as they were soaked, just as cold and wet as he was. He pulled on his eyelid and stuck his tongue out at them, turning on his heel and running down the hill, with the others in close pursuit.

He managed to elude them until he reached the center of the village. He suddenly stopped, his eyes wide as a shiver ran down his spine. His body tensed almost painfully. Something was there... something that seemed to defy the laws of the mortal realm. Suddenly, a hole appeared in midair, and he could sense something inside of it. He realized what it was and dashed forward as something fell from the hole, and he dove, catching it in his arms. He hit the ground, the inertia causing him to somersault twice before landing on his back. He groaned in pain, and sat up, looking to the thing in his arms.

It was a girl, possibly thirteen or fourteen years old. She had long brown hair that was pulled into two ponytails at the sides of her head. She wore a long blue tunic and brown slacks, and she had a red sash tied around her waist. She was unconscious, but unscathed thanks to Seiryu.

Seiryu lifted his head to look at the hole. He managed to glimpse it before it closed, leaving no sign of having been there in the first place. He looked back to the girl, who stirred in his arms, opening her eyes. They were an amazing shade of green, and they reminded him of emeralds. Her eyes widened and she looked like she was starting to panic, but he held her tightly.

"It's okay," he said softly, "Calm down. You're safe here." She stared at him in silence and nodded slightly. She closed her eyes, resting her head against his shoulder. Seiryu just held her in silence and she soon fell asleep in his arms.

...He couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her somehow... or that, in some way, his destiny was tied to hers.

'

She awoke several hours later, finding herself laying in bed. It took her a moment to remember what happened, to remember where she was. She sat up, taking a deep breath as she shook her head, trying to clear it.

"...Feeling any better?"

She saw a boy sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching her carefully. He seemed to be ten years old, garbed in a simple black kimono. His black hair was rather untidy, barely brushing his shoulders, and nearly concealing his eyes. His eyes startled her. They were a piercing silver color that sent a chill down her spine at first. But she saw that they were full of wonder and curiousity, and she felt a bit more at ease.

"Yeah..." she said softly, holding her hand up to her head, "...What happened?"

"Honestly, I dunno," he replied, crossing his arms and leaning against the bed, "You just appeared out of thin air, and I managed to catch you when you fell."

"Oh," she replied, rubbing her eyes, "Okay... Where am I?"

"Um... Hyrule," the boy replied, "To be specific, this is Kakariko."

"Kakariko...?" She looked around in silence. Her gaze fell on a tapestry on the wall. It was black, with a silver eye design on it. Looking at it made her feel secure, but at the same time... sad. Like she wanted to cry. "...What's that symbol mean?" she asked, pointing to it. The boy looked at it, and then turned back to her.

"... If you promise not to tell anybody, I can tell you..." he said softly. She nodded, and he took a deep breath. "...Growing up, I was always a bit of a screw-up, always a coward hiding away from the things that scared me or brought me pain... When Hyrule was created, I chose to cast aside my fear, to be a proper guardian to those that look up to me." He looked away, staring at the far wall. "...I made that symbol to prove to my people that, no matter where I am, I am always watching over them." He looked at her again. "Enough about that..." he said softly, resting his head on his arms, "...I don't want to bore you with stories like that. You should sleep."

She started to protest but he pushed her back on the bed, holding his hand to her forehead. "Sleep..." he repeated, "You'll be fine..." She felt a strange warmth pass through her body, and she closed her eyes. She tried to open them again but they just felt so heavy. She sighed, her body relaxing. She felt him pull the blankets up over her shoulders, and she fell asleep shortly after.

'

Seiryu stood by the entrance to the graveyard in silence. He could sense it, that ominous presence from the day before. It disturbed him. Something was in the temple, threatening to escape. He shuddered, turning away and walking slowly towards the entrance of the village. This wasn't good. Whatever was going on, it was making him nervous. What could he do if something happened? He didn't want to see his people hurt.

"Seiryu?"

He turned to find Kerra standing beside him. She placed her hand on his shoulder. "...Is something wrong?" she asked. He looked up at her. She had a worried look in her eyes. He shook his head, giving her a small smile.

"No..." he said softly, "It's nothing." He turned back and lifted his head to look up at the sky.

"...What was it like, living in the Divine Realm?"

"...Not pleasant at all," he replied, lowering his head, this time looking at the ground, "...But that's probably because everyone thought of me as a demon... I never knew why... but they said that my eyes were the mark of the demon. Because everyone thought of me that way... I was... mistreated. I prefer being here. I feel like I can be respected as a person, and not treated like I'm lower than dirt."

Kerra hesitated, and placed her hand on his head. He looked up at her, startled by the gesture. "We would never treat you like that," she said softly, giving him a small smile, "You protect us, help us to support ourselves through the years, and can help us speak with those long gone. We are grateful, and we wish to repay the favor."

"There's no need," he said, returning the smile, "I'm just happy that I have people I can care for and look after. After years of neglect and abuse, suddenly being placed in an environment where I'm respected and liked...can be a bit overwhelming...and it could take more than just a few centuries to get used to it."

"...You will..." Kerra said, laughing softly, "Eventually."

"We'll see... about... that..." Seiryu's eyes widened and he pushed Kerra away. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and he heard Kerra scream. He turned, feeling warm blood flowing from the wound, trickling down his arm. He saw a large man standing before him. He was black as ink, his clothes, his hair, his skin, his eyes... He was a Shadow, obviously from the Shadow Temple. It was the ominous presence he felt.

"Lord Seiryu... Feh... You are nothing more... than a Demon..." the Shadow hissed, spitting at his feet, "Bastard offspring of Shinigami. You deserve the same fate as him."

"What the hell do you want?" Seiryu asked calmly, his silver eyes narrowing dangerously.

"We want you dead," the Shadow replied, sneering, "You don't deserve to live... You deserve to die just like your father did. Have your soul ripped from your body and shattered into millions of tiny pieces."

"And why do you say that?" Seiryu asked.

"Demon..." the Shadow snarled, "You aren't worth my time... I'll just kill you now... just as I killed several villagers already." Seiryu's eyes widened, and the Shadow laughed. "Did that touch a nerve?" he asked, "You're too soft-hearted. You don't deserve to be a god!"

He lunged at Seiryu, who raised his left arm in reflex. The Shadow's claws raked against the inside of Seiryu's forearm, and the boy shouted with pain, the claw marks burning his flesh like acid. He stumbled backwards, his hand pressed against the wound. The Shadow smirked, grabbing him by the throat and holding him up so that he was several feet off the ground. Seiryu pulled at the Shadow's hands, but the Shadow merely tightened his grip.

"You are nothing," the Shadow hissed, "Just the unwanted bastard son of a demon."

Seiryu's vision dimmed slightly. The Shadow just laughed in his face. '...Why aren't any of them helping me...?' he wondered vaguely, '...I protect them... and they leave me to suffer like this...? No... this is his doing... they can't come near him...' He closed his eyes.

"...Demon..."

Something inside Seiryu snapped, and he opened his eyes, glaring at the Shadow. The Shadow watched in horror as the boy began to change, taking the form of a man, his feet touching the ground. Large silver wings protruded from his back, the silver color surprisingly tarnished. The irises of Seiryu's eyes were no longer silver, but white, and his hair had gone from black to silver. Seiryu grabbed the Shadow's throat, and the Shadow released him, startled.

"What... the hell...?!" he gasped.

Seiryu raised his other hand and plunged it through the Shadow's chest. The Shadow's eyes widened, and he went limp, his body melting away into nothingness. Kerra stood, slowly walking towards him.

"...S-Seiryu...?" she asked meekly, her eyes wide with fear. Suddenly, he stood before her, his hand closing around her throat. Her eyes widened as she pulled at his hand. She stared up at him in anguish. "S-Seiryu... W-Why are you d-doing this?" she gasped, stuttering. He didn't reply, but stared back at her blankly, apathetically. She remembered his words, what he'd said before the Shadow had attacked:

'...everyone thought of me as a demon... I never knew why... but they said that my eyes were the mark of the demon.'

She felt tears welling up in her eyes as everything was enveloped in a red haze. "Seiryu..." she whispered, closing her eyes. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt his other hand on her neck. There was a loud snap, and he let her body fall to the ground. Seiryu turned, turning his gaze to the Sheikah that stood nearby, staring at him in horror. Some looked enraged, some fearful, some sickened, others a mix of the three. The children clung to their parents, their eyes wide with fear, tears streaming down their cheeks. How could this... this... monster be the caring guardian they all respected and cared for?

Seiryu sneered, kicking the body. It was then that he spoke, his voice hoarse and sounding as though two people spoke at once:

"Watashi wa Shinigami no musuki.. Subete wa watashi no te ni yotte shine."

'

It was maybe thirty minutes later that Seiryu regained consciousness. He awoke to find himself standing in the center of the village, covered in blood. He was no longer a child, but an adult. He was painfully aware of the wings protruding from his back, the flesh torn and cut in several areas. He was towering over a young girl, the one who had just appeared out of nowhere the day before.

His eyes widened slightly as he looked around. There were corpses everywhere, lying in pools of blood which stained the grass. The villagers that still lived stood at a considerable distance, many of them armed, and all of them staring at him fearfully. Perhaps what hurt most was the fear and pain in their eyes, but mostly the terror he saw in the girl's eyes.

He looked down at his bloodstained hands, his body trembling uncontrollably.

'...I am... a demon...'

He closed his eyes, fighting back tears. He took a few steps back and changed forms again. This time, he took the form of a dragon, his serpentine body a pale silvery color. He took to the sky, flying as fast as he could away from the village. He didn't care where he was going. He just wanted to get as far away as possible.

When he finally landed, he fled straight into a nearby cave, going as far in as he could until he reached a dead end. He collapsed, landing hard on his stomach. He pulled on his hair, keeping his eyes shut tight.

"...You messed up, didn't you? It happens. No one should blame you."

He opened his eyes, slowly sitting up. "...Who are you?"

"My name is Yugi," said the voice as a woman came into view. She was of fairly average height, her long blonde hair reaching past her waist, her eyes a pale silver, just like his. "I am your twin sister," she said, giving him a small smile, "I'm here to help you."

"How can anyone help me?" he choked, "I'm a demon... I always have been... I just destroyed more than half of the race I created. I ruined everything."

"Sh..." Yugi said, touching his cheek gently, "You had no control over what happened. The others survived, and they will rebuild their race. Having seen you change back, they will still respect you as their guardian deity." She kissed his forehead, pulling him into a sororal embrace. "Now... let us put this behind us... Everything is all right now... My brother... Kage..."

Seiryu closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.

'...Kage... That is who I am now... Seiryu exists no longer... And so I shall be known... as Kage...'

Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. I just own Seiryu and Yugi, the humanoid forms of Suna, Jabun, Koboku and Volvagia, and Kerra. The unnamed girl belongs to Selphie Louise. .

Author's Notes: Okay, this is meant as a fic to intro my rp charas to This is just the prologue, and is not necessary to the storyline, but it gives you, the readers, a basic understanding of one of the characters, Kage, who, in the prologue, is known as Seiryu.
That thing that Seiryu said after killing Kerra was in Japanese. If I got the right translation, it means, "I am the son of Shinigami. All shall die by my hand." The point of that is that Seiryu is the bastard son of the demon god of death, Shinigami, who murdered thousands of deities, and was executed for his crime.
Also, at the end, think of Yugi as more of a second personality than a sis. She's not really there, but Seiryu can see and hear her. . And, uh, that's about it. Hope you enjoyed, I'll hopefully have chapter one up in a few days. Ja!

Edit (8/25/09): Changed Seiryu's explanation for the Sheikain eye design and omitted the tear for this time period. It's been bugging me for years, ever since I changed my stories of the gods to better fit the things witnessed in Ocarina of Time.