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The Legend of Zelda
The Darkness of Consequence
Chapter 1 - Why?
" 'We have to run.' Said the hero.
She couldn't believe her ears. This was the plan?
'He will destroy everything!' the Princess railed.
The prophesized hero turned away.
'That includes us.' He lamented.
The elven princess couldn't see why he didn't understand his part in the legends
'You can stop him.' She pleaded. 'Right now, you can end this.'
But our only hope for salvation started walking. As he did the princess heard him say
'Then I can end it later, too.'
And that's how the world was plunged into darkness."
An old man sat in an old building, telling tales to his grandchildren. Decades of war had turned this once majestic building – a church – into a tattered relic. The roof had holes in it that opened it to the elements. Elements of wind and fire and water.
But it also opened their home to the stars. The old man pulled his eyes from the holes in the roof, back to his grandchildren. He thought to himself how he was able to live to such an age. Old enough to see his daughter give birth to three wonderful children. Two boys and a girl. Then to see her die at the hands of Ganons army.
"Grandpa?" asked one of the children - a blond haired blue eyed girl.
"Yes, Zelda?" her grandfather answered.
"What happened to the princess?"
"I bet Ganon ate her!" shouted the two boys, Tom and Nick.
This sent Zelda into a fit, and she began chasing her older brothers around the dilapidated building.
"Why?"
The great king Ganondorf sat upon his tower, musing. Before him stretched a wasteland. At it's center was the only piece of civilization left in the world - his kingdom. It was a mangled pit of steel and fume. His city served only one purpose – to house his army. And his army fought for only one goal – to find the Bearers.
Ganon left his throne and began descending the spiral staircase that would take him down to the bowels of his fortress and into the city.
Just a few steps down stood a cloaked figure – Turner.
Turner was Ganons second in command. He was second in charge of the army, second in charge of the destroyed and wasted world, and second in power. Turner was a powerful practitioner of the Dark Techniques, but he was a child playing games compared to the Dark Mastery of Ganon.
Turner trailed in his deceptively contrite manner behind Ganondorf – always ten steps behind, always ready to stop, and always ready to flee.
But not ready enough.
Ganondorf vanished. Turner made to flee back up the stairs but instead ran into his Dark King, who had reappeared behind him.
Turner was falling down the stairs. Ganondorfs dark clawed hands reached out and grabbed Turners cloak. The Evil One then raised Turner high into the air.
"Tell me why, Turner." Ganondorf demanded.
Turner stammered, "Wh- wha-"
Ganondorfs sword arm came down, slicing off one of Turners arms. Turner howled in pain as his King tossed him down the steps like a heavy sack.
Ganondorf walked coolly behind Turner as the wounded man alternated between tumbling helplessly and crawling away desperately.
"I have made this world uninhabitable," Ganon relayed nonchalantly as the tassels of his cape trailed behind him, smearing Turners blood into a macabre sort of brush stroke.
"Except for a few nearby settlements," the dark one continued slowly, " Settlements that I allow to exist. I have forced all living creatures to within Thirty Leagues of this tower. I have created the most advanced army in the history of this putrid world. My Knights and Sky Fortresses keep the wretched laborers under my control…"
Turner thought to himself that this tower was needlessly tall. He would have to heal himself soon or he would bleed out. But Ganon might see his weakness and punish him yet more.
He had no choice. Turner pulled a syringe from within the depths of his cloak and ran it into his gaping wound. The pain overcame his senses and he lapsed into unconsciousness, tumbling down the stairs again.
Turners wound grew black and began to bubble. The flesh was reforming. Had he been able to remain conscious, Turner would have found this process to be far more painful than forcing the syringe.
Ganondorf caught up to Turner and found him still unconscious. The Dark King grasped the limp mess by the leg and began dragging it along, black filth mixing with the blood that had soaked into steps.
"When you wake," Ganon mused, "we will revise our plans for finding them…"
Atop a skeleton of a skyscraper, a seventeen-year-old boy looked out over the world his Ancestors had left him. His father and mother had been killed long ago. Ganons Army found and slaughtered them. He was a just a baby. His Grandfather had related the details to him later in life. Now his Grandfather was dead too – slain by a Knight of Darkness, a cybernetic monstrosity designed to hunt down anyone not registered as a "citizen of New Hyrule".
The teen knew he couldn't stay out here – a Sky Fortress was approaching from Ganons tower. It would reach this ruined city in minutes and, if Link wanted to survive, he would have to be beneath the streets.