Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda or any characters (unfortunately).
Hey there! Ok so yes, this is based off of the Skyward Sword Prequel Manga, so it's kind of the same. Kind of. Yes, I followed the story line, but I still had to add a lot of things to actually make it a story. So if you don't want to be spoiled for later, then don't look anything up!
ALSO: I started to write this before there was an official English version of the manga. This whole story is based off the GlitterBerri translation. So if something seems off or not exactly correct with the English version, then there's a possibility that's the problem. But regardless, I hope you enjoy! :D
There was a flash of light, and then the ominous creature vanished from view. It wasn't until his vision was clear that Link looked at the damage that the vile being had caused. One of the many areas of his body that was inflicted with scars particularly bad was the on his right leg. He watched, as his once tan-colored pants slowly seemed to dissolve to what became a red, almost black color.
His body hurt from head to toe, but most of his pain was jolting from the wound of his left shoulder. Lord Dagianis, the immortal soul that had attacked him, struck his blade into Link's shoulder and had nearly shattered the gold armor that protected his sword arm. The armor not only spared him of a broken arm, but also held his red cape suitably, which was only shading a darker red than what it already was with each passing moment.
Despite the pain shooting all around his body, Link determined what his next move should be, and that was to establish meaning behind all of this destruction. Lord Dagianis's purpose for appearing on the grounds of Hylia was for a warning. A warning as a message from Demise himself, the Demon Lord. Link assumed that Dagianis had been instructed to victimize him until the brink of death, letting his mortal body suffer after the ounces of drawn blood as a warning of what was soon to come.
Dagianis's words floated back to Link's mind as the adrenaline started to subside, allowing the wound to become even more excruciating. He remembered the black figure's fighting tactics, and how Link had barely even touched him with his sword, regardless of the various well-strategized sword-fighting skills he possessed. Then, the stab through his gold armor, and only the feeling of discomfort dwelled from his left shoulder down. It wasn't broken, but it was useless nonetheless. Blinded from pain, he was still very aware of the dark figure that lurked over to his side.
Dagianis had slightly opened his fine, unimpaired mouth, unlike Link's bloodstained lips. This was when Link noticed his murky black skin covered in white diamonds, and how menacing and powerful he really was. The dark figure whispered in his ear, "War is coming, and we don't play nice. You'll see once you go back to your precious village. As long as I live, you and your people shall decay into flesh and bones. The golden power shall belong to the demon army!" And then his laughter, the sword being ripped out of Link's skin, the flash of light.
He winced at the mention of the golden power. This, no doubt, referred to the Triforce, and how the demon army would seek it for total power. Before he could focus on anything else he made this promise to himself: No matter what happens to him, he would protect the sacred relic with everything that he had, even if it meant risking his life.
Link opened his eyes, which were squeezed shut in pain moments ago, and found himself in an open field, the grass around him burnt to a crisp. He could see the very top of the castle from above the trees that surrounded the field. After the struggle of even the simple task of standing up, he saw half of his sword in front of him, the metal melted off near the hilt. "Orville," he breathed once he saw the remnants of the blade. He had named the sword Orville after his father, since it was him who gave it to Link. Once he died, Link took the sword everywhere, with the somewhat comforting feeling that his father was always with him.
But now, seeing only it's handle, he felt emptiness. He found himself on his knees, and didn't bother to try to bring himself back to his feet. The emptiness seem to drain any hope of strength that he had, but that's exactly what he needed now. For the strength to go warn and protect his village.
And he found that strength as he looked into the ashes of the burnt grass and saw a glint of light as the clouds started to part, and made sun shine on his face. He prayed to the Hylia the goddess that the shimmer was what he thought it was.
And Hylia had blessed him.
The blade of his sword hadn't completely melted away, for it was there a few feet away from him. Struggling to get to his feet, he could see that by the looks of it, it could probably be put back together within a few days. He carefully picked up the metal blade and set it in his sheath, hidden behind his cape, which was the only part of his clothing that appeared to be undamaged.
Link limped to his village, which was not as far as it seemed due to the immense throbbing shooting through his body. He hadn't even reached the outer barrier of the town until sundown. It actually would have been faster just to go to the castle from where the field was, but Dagianis's words had him fearful for his village. War is coming, and we don't play nice. You'll see once you go back to your precious village. Just the thought of the taunting words made him shiver.
Since he had to pass to his house to get into the boundaries of the town anyways, he figured he'd stop by there first and try to recover a bit. The walk had been exhausting, and he convinced himself that he deserved a well-earned break. He had just walked in, thinking about where he stashed his extra heart potions when the lights unexpectedly came on and he involuntarily fell to his knees.
There were things, huge things surrounding him, but he couldn't tell what they were as his vision became distorted due to the sudden change of the painful light intensity. After adjusting his eyes, he looked up and found faces of his fellow knights surrounding him, but he could only recognize them by the silvery shine of their arm guard armor. He immediately wondered why his legs were failing, and why the knights wouldn't show chivalry and help him up, like any good knight should.
"Link, we're here to help you…" a seemingly familiar voice said. Link's vision still seemed to be that of a worm.
He slowly felt his body becoming weaker, rejecting any movements he wanted to make. His head dropped and he somehow managed to let his arms assist his legs just to hold himself up.
Link struggled to get any words out. "W-why… h-help…" was all he could manage to say. Even as he was supporting himself on all fours, he could begin feeling his arms start to quiver.
The same familiar voice began to speak again. "Link, you need to understand why we're here. You supposedly go out at night fighting something, but it doesn't exist. You warned us to be prepared, but there was nothing to be prepared for." Before that battle, Link had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was going to attack. He had told everyone to keep safe and not leave their houses, which caused the whole town to be corrupted in panic. "You sent the whole town into a scare. And now you come back with scars, bruises, torn clothes…. We have no need for a powerful hero." It wasn't until now that Link had realized what he'd done. Sure, he knew he had tried to warn everyone, but he never saw the impact. He didn't remember making the voluntary decision to tell everyone, though. It was almost like someone was telling him to cause the village to be corrupted in panic. Almost like he was being controlled….
"I don't want to be the one that has to say it Link, but you've left me no choice." He took a deep breath before proceeding. "You've gone mad, Link. And we believe that there's only one way to help you." Link's body fell from under him, and he was crouched on the floor. The man got down on one knee and spoke to Link as if it were more personal. "And I'm not going to sugar-coat it, okay? It's prison…." He stood up and gave a quick nod to one of the knights standing across from him.
Prison. The word echoed through his mind until it sank in. He was going to prison. Just yesterday he had been one of the top respected knights in all of the land of Hylia, and now he would be trapped underground with no escape.
Link tried to get away, but his body failed him. He lied on the floor helpless, knowing what was to come. The man that was signaled at pulled out a syringe from behind him and injected it at Link's neck. His eyes immediately began to feel droopy, and he knew he only had a matter of seconds to see what was soon going to become bitter memories of his last moments of any kind of light.
"It's a sad day to see one of them go like that," were the last words Link heard, and too fast. Fast enough that he didn't even have the time to pray to Hylia that everything would be all right. Then, before he knew it, his world went black.
