Born of Bone
Link slumped against the cold stone wall and slid to the floor. He checked his wounds - scrapes and bruises, mostly, and a thin stream of blood trickled down his right leg, into his boot. He was still in one piece, which was more than one could say of his foe. Certain, now, that the monster wouldn't attack again, Link allowed himself to rest.
'Beware the stalk…' the spirit had warned him as it faded into darkness, and he had no idea what it meant. Aside from the occasional deku baba, he couldn't recall encountering any particularly ravenous plants.
Of course now, looking upon the dented crown amidst the pile of glass and bone, Link reasoned that the tormented ghost had been trying to counsel him against the StalKing, a lord and captain of sorts to the lesser horrors of the long-abandoned prison. The beast itself was a greater Stalfos, a creature of bone and magic, animated by dark arts unknown to even the most learned practitioners. It was fully two feet taller than a typical Stalfos, and half-again as wide.
The StalKing was more skilled in sword fighting than most, too. Indeed, in a fair fight, the undead monstrosity would have surely bested Link. Fortunately, the young Hylian only extended his personal rule about fighting fair to the living. As soon as he got the opportunity, he used his boomerang to drop a massive chandelier on the abomination, cracking its skull and scattering its bones all about the chamber.
Link sighed and heaved himself back to his feet and pulled a small bottle out of a pouch on his belt. He downed the red liquid inside, and almost immediately felt its revitalizing effects. He collected his gear, stowed his sword and shield, and started for the next corridor. A quiet rumble gave him pause, though, and he stopped. The walls all about him shook, and he could hear the sound of bones smacking against brick.
Wisdom pleaded with Link to fly from there as fast as his feet would take him, but Courage (and to a significant extent, curiosity) was the driving force in his mind, and he turned around again. Wishing he had sense enough sense enough to listen to Wisdom, the warrior in green watched as the fallen and broken bones, bent sword, and dented crown spun lazily in a circle, twirling faster and faster as they drew toward the center, kicking up dust and shattered glass.
Finally, the commotion was over, and born anew was the StalKing. It towered over Link and loosed an inhuman roar that shook the whole prison to its foundation.
"…That's just not fair."