A/N: Oh, hi there! Sorceress here. Yes, yes, I know. I'm supposed to do those script format Disclaimers. DEAL WITH IT. Chances are, I'll switch back to those soon. ^^;; By the way, this fanfiction was inspired by Moon White Rose's Divine Punishment. Forgive me if this resembles that story too much. (Check it out!)
Disclaimer: I was given a choice between a grapefruit and the ownership of Zelda. I choose the grapefruit. Looking back on it now, I kind of regret it…
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When Spells Go Awry
Chapter One
"How did you fail to defeat the Hero? I've told you; he and you are equals!" Ganondorf unleashed a volley of purple-colored magic.
Dark Link, the receiver of both the criticism and the magic, was tossed back. Glaring at his creator with a look of half defiance, half shame, he staggered forward. "I…tried, didn't I? At least give me credit for that," he wheezed, one hand clutching his stomach, the other resting on a stone pillar; he felt woozy, and Ganondorf's face kept slipping in and out of focus.
Ganondorf returned the stare with equal force. "No," he replied simply, before extending his hand and sending another wave of energy at the shadow.
This caused Dark Link to fly into a shaded corner of the room, disappearing from sight; Ganondorf approached, prepared to take the presumably unconscious boy to his room. As he neared though, a whimper reached his ears, one he hadn't heard in a very long time, not since he was a child.
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So seepy, tired…no, no, NO! Think logically, Dark Link…want to seep; seepy-tired…WHY AM I THINKING THIS WAY?Dark Link put a strangely pudgy hand to his forehead. "Ack…what in the world…"
"Oh my Din," a voice from behind murmured. "How did this...oh, never mind. I should have been more careful. Now my best minion…" With that, the voice's owner, Ganondorf, picked up his transformed creation.
"Da?" Dark Link asked, looking up at Ganondorf, large, round, crimson eyes staring up at Ganondorf innocently. For Din's sake! He is not your father, he is your… Memories, from everything from fighting to how to speak, were being lost rapidly, to be replaced with in incomprehensible blank.
"Oh, dear Goddesses," Ganondorf muttered. "What have I done?"
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A knock at the door. Impa opened it, shielding her eyes against the brightness of the full moon on the snow, to reveal a familiar Gerudo King and a bawling, raven-haired baby. Her lip curled in disgust. "Ganondorf."
"Look, Impa, this isn't what it looks like."
"You realize," Impa began, "that Link is close enough to destroy you right now?"
"Impa…" Ganondorf winced as Dark Link's sobs turned into earsplitting wails. "Help me…"
"Why would I trust you after all you've done?" Impa questioned over the noise.
"Because I have a baby—he's Dark Link, by the way—in my hands and he's not dead?" Ganondorf suggested. Glaring at the screaming Dark Link, situated in the crook of the Gerudo's arm, he added, "but he will be if he doesn't shut up."
Impa sighed and took Dark Link from Ganondorf, humming Zelda's Lullaby. Much to Ganondorf's amazement, Dark Link quieted, crimson eyes opening and shutting blearily. Impa looked at Ganondorf pointedly. "And that is how it's done." Tilting her head, she inquired, "but why did you ask me? I'm sure the women of your tribe wouldn't mind fawning over him. After all, he is the kind of kid most women love; he's pretty adorable." The Sheikah nursemaid allowed herself a small smile.
"Um…because you're a nanny and the Sage of Shadows? I mean, I thought that maybe, since you and Dark Link both have something to do with shadows, you could form a bond of some kind…"
Impa shook her head, standing back to allow Ganondorf to enter the modest little house. "I never did understand your logic."
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It didn't take long for word to spread, and soon it seemed that everyone of any value Hyrule was crammed into the dark living room.
"You just wait. Give it seventeen years, and that kid'll be the face of evil," Ruto muttered darkly, staring at the child in question, Dark Link, who was sitting in the center of the room, happily lining up porcelain animal figures, letting out a joyous cry every time they clinked together.
"Aw, c'mon," Link, the Hero of Time, strode over and picked up Dark Link. "Does this little guy look like the face of evil to you? And," he added, "he's my shadow. And if I can accept him—and Ganondorf for that matter—who can't?"
Zelda put a hand on Link's shoulder. "I must say, the child has a heart bearing no darkness." The princess smiled, reached out. "Now let me hold him."
And so Dark Link's fate was decided, and his chance for a better, new life seemed certain. Would Ganondorf too, be redeemed?
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A/N: And so we see the OOC-ness of Ganondorf and Impa, the transformed Dark Link, and…well…yeah. So here's the drill. Review, or I will shoot you with a Termina Fever gun, have Ganondorf turn you all into sniveling, whiny babies, and then stuff a dirty sock down your throat. Sound fair?
Good.