30FF Sub.
Warning: Smut Later. Shink. Sheik = boy. Sheik= himself and SURPRISE ENDING! I dun wanna ruin it... IM SLEEPY LEAVE ME ALONE!
The chorus of the dead whispered around him as he came to. It was calming, soothing – even if slightly eerie. He realized he was lying down, unsure if he actually did it himself, but figured that when you wake up from unconsciousness, you tend to be lying down, so it didn't matter if he consciously lied down or not. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes before opening them to be greeted with a dark room. The walls were made of grey, almost black, stone, and malice filled the air around him. There was a grotesque face on the wall to his left and he reached out to touch it, only to step back as he heard the woes of the dead.
He who serves, shall never truly live.
The cryptic words triggered something in the young male and he stepped back again and crouched, holding his rapidly aching head.
Gold. Jewels. Royalty. Zelda.
Memories of a palace, of a King and his daughter. Of an evil advisor. Of sorrow, mayhem, slaughter. It hit him hard and he screamed into the silent yet still so loud room. The dead continued their refrain, but some joined in with him, screaming with their paranormal voices. Outside and inside, the dead surrounded him.
He didn't see those who screamed or those who sung, but he heard them. How could he not? They seemed to sing a song over and over, never-ending. It still soothed him, but he knew that it would slowly drive a man insane if he listened to it too long. It was a contradiction, a paradox. That incessant, wordless singing that was also a lullaby.
He held his head, wanting them to stop yet continue. He couldn't think with all the noise, and it was wearing away his will to do just that. He had to get out of there, needed solace before he was too complacent to object. He glanced around, looking for an exit, but all he saw were walls and that sickly smiling face.
Those who see the truth cannot see the lies.
The pain in his head grew as even more forgotten memories surged through whatever barriers blocked them and he fell to the ground with a groan.
Truth. Eyes. Red. Sheikah.
Children his age running, mothers frantic, fire everywhere. Screams, anguish and blood. Metal, swords, and a lady with silver hair. There was more death and those around him seemed to chuckle in his agony. Who was he? What was he? As he tried to connect the two surges of memory, something clicked. More memories came rushing back, but they weren't as painful. No they smoothed the edges, they ridded the clouds of confusion, allowed him to remember.
He was Sheik – survivour of the Sheikah.
But things still didn't make sense. There was still something missing. He could feel it in his mind, he could feel it in his heart. Why was he here? The last thing he could remember was running from the palace to protect the princess. However, his body felt too big, his vision too tall. Were they hiding here? How long has it been?
"Impa?"
Even his voice sounded different!
A bright light seemed to have come from behind him and that wretched undead chorus stopped. He quickly turned around and reached behind him for… what? He gazed at Impa, only to find that she was the same height as he, and to find surprise in her eyes.
"…Enphalsa." (1)
Why is she surprised to see me? He wondered. "Impa, what's going on? Where are we and why are we here, why am I so tall, and where is the Princess?"
There was sadness in her eyes, he noticed, and he couldn't help but wonder why. Impa was never one to show emotions, she told him that it was not the way of the Sheikah. So why was she now as she gazed upon him?
"Sheik, I cannot provide you with the answers. You must find out for yourself, or you will never remember. I must leave now, but I will tell you one more thing. Do not leave this place, do not seek the outside. If you do, I am afraid you will disappear from this world forever."
A blue light enveloped his aunt as he tried to respond and when that light disappeared, the drumming and chorus returned. He was confused and didn't know what was going on. He was stuck in this room, memories still jumbled and Impa was acting very strange. Sheik's eyes adjusted to the light finally and he saw the rectangular, bed-shaped rock he had lain on. He sighed softly but sat down on it, facing the face on the wall.
There was something vaguely familiar about it, but it wasn't connected to his forgotten memories. No, it was with those that he had remembered, but buried by time. How long had it been? How old was he? Questions ravaged his mind before he began to hear words whispered but not by the wall.
"I never expected him to show up so early."
"Yes, isn't there still live flesh?"
"Hmm, it may be another descendant. There were rumours of the couple who ran off."
He heard the two women tsk and their voices became distant. Their words were, as ever, cryptic to him. Who was this him they spoke about? Surely it couldn't be Sheik. However, what he did understand was the Sheikian language. How could they know his language? Only Impa and himself knew it – being the last two Sheikahs alive.
His eyes widened as he finally recognized the symbol – he was within the Shadow Temple! What he had heard was his ancestors casually walking around, discussing matters. Why was he here? It couldn't be... he couldn't be dead!
He sharply stood up and looked down at the stone he sat on, feeling the engraved letters.
Sheik
Enphalsa yu she Sheikah (2)
Well... I wanted to be a bit cryptic so I just plopped some Sheikian in there randomly.
(1) Literally: "The Last One" I wanted to give Sheik a title or second name or something XD
(2) "The Last One of the Sheikah."
And -sigh- I wanted to make this a one shot, but it JUST WOULDN'T LET ME! Honest! I was trying to condense it, but it just... couldn't come out right. I also have no idea HOW this idea came to be... I went and asked my friend for a random word or phrase for me to write fanfics (and she's been up for like 24 hours + and VERY hyper and high on caffeine) while I had only 4 hours of sleep (probably closer to three) with no caffeine AND I have been listening to the Shadow Temple theme. My friend gave me the word "Trapped" and at first I thought of escape, then with the song in the background I got hit with this.
I'm planning to make this a three chaptered fic and no more. I hope to get the smut (it'll explain itself out there, just wait. No, no necrophiliacs here.. or whatever the word is, like I said running on four hours of sleep) next chapter, and conclude everything in third chapter. Second chapter will also have some explanations as well. Oh, and I have no idea why I kept rhyming in there... must have been in a poetic mood while half-asleep writing XD
PS: I switched this one out with Black... because "Black" and "Dark" would pretty much be the same... and I don't have much in the way of inspiration for black.
Yes. There's death. GO SHEIK'S SPIRIT!
Now I go sleep. Sleep... I sleepy... been up too long and work. Not fun. MASS POST! -crashes-