He was tired. Tired of living. Tired of failing. Tired of pain. But most of all… he was tired of missing her. The only person who could keep him anchored down to reality. She was the only person who could make him feel at peace after the war. Yet, in the end, he couldn't save her. This exhausted and broken man, who could intimidate the biggest warrior with only a glance, couldn't save the woman he loved. He couldn't move because of a poison tipped arrow, which had pierced his shoulder. As he was forced to watch her burn, like a prisoner in chains, he thought of one thing.
I'm sorry!
-Flashback Begins-
It repeated in his head over and over and over; again and again and again. He was tortured with every one of her screams. Every moment that she cried out in agony was another moment that he felt himself break a bit more. He felt something deep inside of him begin to fill him. It flowed through him, like the waterfall in Zora's Domain on its way to Lake Hylia. The battle-hardened warrior's eyes went wide when he understood what it was.
"This feeling," he mumbled, "exists in every person I've slain."
The weary hylian felt fear. He had realized what the feeling was. Hate. With the realization of what he was feeling he was quite shocked. He had never hated anything or anyone before. It was a completely new emotion to him. The more and more he felt it, the more and more he loved the feeling. It began to change him. Feeling began to return to him. The sensations started in his toes-he began to wiggle them-and pretty soon it started to travel up his leg.
Suddenly, he became aware of his surroundings. Something that was there in the beginning was gone. The realization hit him like a train colliding into a car. His wife had stopped crying out. He looked over and saw that she had become no more than a charred corpse. Unlike the fire, her life had been extinguished.
Although hate had been a new emotion to the young man, anger was one he felt all too often. And this was the most angry he had ever been about anything. His anger and hate were so intense that it triggered an adrenaline rush. Suddenly his senses had improved drastically. His vision had sharpened and his hearing became keen; he could smell his love's burnt flesh and could feel every individual blade of grass under him. But the sense that he wished hadn't been sharpened was taste.
He was appalled when the taste of burnt meat became known to him. At that moment he decided one thing. Revenge would be his. He had regained feeling and use of his limbs at this point and stood up. His captors hadn't expected the poison to wear off so soon and he took the opportunity to sneak off into the night. He would make them all feel the pain his princess had.
Author's Note:
I'm pretty sure you can figure out who I'm writing about. I wrote this as a request from Miyoku. on my previous story called Darkness Shall Rule. Give it a read and you just might like it. Also Miyoku. , I apologize. I told you I would write this awhile ago. School decided to hate me though. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. Thank you to all who supported my last story as well. Also, I encourage anybody who reads this story to review and give me constructive criticism. Enjoy!