Sorry it's in third person! I'll fix it next chapter, promise!
"My story begins five thousand years ago," Dark said. "Before I was… well, this."
"Five thousand years?" Zelda asked.
Dark smirked. "Yeah. Alright, here's how it went down."
Dark was born in a newly developing Kakariko Village. His father was named Shadow, and he never knew his mother; she died from a disease a week after Dark's birth.
Dark looked just like his father: snowy white hair, black skin, and blood red eyes. Shadow raised his son the best he could. Shadow was working in the construction of Kakariko's buildings.
When Dark was five, Shadow decided to take him to the construction site of the windmill that was to overlook the whole town. Dark looked at it with admiration.
"When it's done, you wanna look inside?" Shadow asked his son, kneeling beside him.
"Uh huh!" Dark said brightly, red eyes shining.
"Daddy, can I play with him?" a young boy's voice asked.
Dark turned, and saw a man and his son. Both looked virtually the same: blond hair, light skin, blue eyes, wearing a green tunic and floppy hat, and the same face.
"Sure, Link. Go on and ask him," the man said encouragingly.
Shadow patted his son's back. "It's okay, don't be shy. You should make friends here; it makes you feel warm inside."
Of course, Dark wanted to see if this was true. He walked up to the boy, standing at the same height.
"Do you wanna play?" Link asked, smiling.
Dark gulped, but nodded. Link giggled, and went towards a beam that hung around a foot above freshly dried dirt. Link climbed up on it, Dark trailing behind with anxiety.
Link hopped down to the edge, laughing. "This is fun!"
To Dark's small view of the world, the foot-high beam was terrifying. He tried to jog, but tripped, and accidentally pushed Link into the dirt.
"A-Are you…" Dark could barely speak; the ground was so far below him.
Link began crying, stumbling up and running to his dad.
Later, Dark and Shadow were talking, while Link ranted to his dad about how Dark deliberately pushed him. Shadow pinched the bridge of his nose. Dark glared at Link from behind him.
"It wasn't my fault…" he said through gritted teeth.
"I know that… But he doesn't. You should at least apologize," Shadow said, sighing.
"Daddy…!"
"Think about it Dark. He might not believe you if it was an accident. But if you apologize, you might still be able to make a friend."
Dark clenched his fists. It really angered him that he had to apologize for something he didn't do. But Shadow was a great strategist, and always knew how to handle a fight.
Dark shuffled over, repressing his anger. He came up to Link, trembling. Link's dad had already left to further progress on construction, and Shadow was on the windmill's interior.
"I-I'm—" before he could finish, Link shoved him into the dirt.
Dark looked up at Link in bewilderment.
"How does it feel, being pushed off for no reason?" Link asked darkly, standing over Dark ominously.
"I-It was—" Dark got pushed again.
"Shut it. I know it was on purpose."
And with that, Link turned his back on Dark. Dark was confused. What was with Link? Had something ticked him off so much that he hated Dark now?
A year passed, and things remained tense between Dark and Link. Their first year of school had come, and Dark was very nervous indeed.
"You'll be fine, Dark," Shadow said, adjusting the gray shirt under Dark'a black tunic.
"B-But what about L—" Dark couldn't form Link's name in his mouth.
"He can't hate you that much. He must understand that it was an accident." Shadow was referring to the day Dark tripped and pushed Link into dirt.
They made their way to Kakariko School, Dark practically digging his hands into Shadow's knuckles the whole way. The little boy's stomach was twisting in agony and nervousness. Would he be accepted there? Would there be kids like him? Dark continuously pondered these questions as they approached the red schoolhouse.
They stood in front of the schoolhouse. Shadow knelt before Dark, smiling a fatherly smile.
"Alright, I want you to have fun here. I have to go. I'll be back once school is over, okay?" Shadow said kindly.
Dark tried to stop himself from crying. "P-Promise…?"
Shadow smiled. "Promise."
Dark sniffled, but turned and walked into the schoolhouse with renewed confidence. He found many little kids there his age just messing around. Including Dark, there were twenty of them.
Dark chose a seat in the back of the class, closest to the entrance. The children filed into seats as soon as the teacher walked in.
He was a very tall man, and Dark thought he looked rather odd with green skin and blazing red hair. He was dressed in a black samurai-style armor and had baggy black jeans. He smiled at the class kindly.
"Greetings, class. I am your teacher, Ganondorf," he said.
"Morning, Mr. Ganondorf," the students replied blandly.
Dark saw Link a couple rows to the right and two seats up. The two made eye contact. Dark waved in a friendly manner, but Link huffed, looking at Ganondorf.
"Today we'll be learning to count to twenty. Anybody know a few numbers?" Ganondorf asked, staring at the class expectantly.
Dark'a hand shot up into the air.
"Yes, boy. What's your name?" Ganondorf asked.
"Dark. The number count from zero to five goes: one, two, three, four, five," Dark said in a monotone voice.
"Good. Anyone else know what comes after?"
Link went next. "Six, seven, eight, nine, ten."
This went on for a while, the number going up to one hundred until class was dismissed for recess.
At recess, Link approached Dark with some boys. Dark gulped, noticing their shadowy expressions.
"Mr. Ganondorf seems to like you," the boy on the left said.
"You think you're smart, don't you?" the one on the right stated, sneering.
"Now now, Sakon, Jim," Link said. "No need to get… hasty. We're just here to play, right?"
Link stressed "play," and shoved Dark roughly on the left shoulder. The boy stumbled back, thoroughly frightened. He trembled as Link advanced, Jim and Sakon not far behind. Link shoved Dark again, sending the boy into a small puddle of water.
"How does it feel, to be pushed around for no reason?" he asked, the past event between the two coming back to haunt Dark's memories.
"I-It was… an accident…" Dark squeaked weakly, though loud enough that Link heard him.
"That's what they always say…" he hissed, sounding like a grown up.
Dark desperately tried to flee, but Link threw him into the schoolhouse wall with a thud.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" Dark heard Ganon's voice boom from across the field.
Link and his two friends dashed off at the sound, leaving Dark alone while soaking wet.
Dark stood, looking at Ganon, who in turn, peered down at him.
"You have potential…" he muttered.
Dark scurried back. "F-For what?"
"Training in dark magic, of course."
"I thought that was evil…"
"Child, darkness isn't evil; it's the ones who use it for evil that make it evil. Not all dark magic users are bad; that's just a misguided perspective," Ganon said, smiling.
"Why should I learn dark magic?" Dark asked.
"First off, you can get rid of those bullies. Second, it makes doing work so much easier," Ganon said.
Dark perked up. "Okay!"
Ganon raised his eyebrows in surprise. Obviously he wasn't expecting such an acceptance.
"Alright then; we start at sunset near the graveyard," he said, leaving Dark.
Dark rushed home, oddly excited. He had no idea what was in store for him. He would be set on an adventure that would change his life.
"Ganon's the good guy?" Zelda asked with a doubting tone.
"That's right; you think he's the villain!" Dark said, laughing uncontrollably.
Zelda raised her eyebrows again. Why was Dark laughing?
He calmed himself down. "Anyway, Ganon began training me in dark magic. I'll get bored explaining, so let's skip to a climax."
"Okay, try punching me," Ganon said. "Come at me with all you have!"
A seven year old Dark focused his power into only his fist. He yelled, and thrust it into Ganon's chest, sending him into a wall.
Dark rushed over. "Master!"
Ganon got out of the small crater created, chuckling. "Very good. You've made lots of progress."
Dark smiled, glad his teacher was okay. "Is the lesson over?"
"Yes. You can go now," Ganon said.
Dark threw open the door, and screamed. Flames engulfed his vision, every last part of it. He concentrated, searching for aura. He gasped when he didn't feel any except for Ganon's and his own.
"Daddy…" he whispered hoarsely, tears flowing like a river from his eyes to the ground.
Ganon analyzed the flames. "The War of Hyrule has begun. We must flee!"
"B-But where?" Dark asked, frightened.
"To somewhere where no Hyrulian resident has gone before. This place is known as Lorule," Ganon said.
"Lorule…?" Dark asked.
"It is just like Hyrule, only… the colors are toned down and the people are different. There may be another you and me there as well, or they might be dead."
"Y'mean… My Daddy could be there?"
"Possibly… But he might not be the Daddy you know… He could be a serial killer for all you know," Ganon said. "Lorule and Hyrule are parallel, so we may have to fight there as well."
"I'm ready. I won't run anymore; I will fight!" Dark shouted.
So Ganon opened the portal, and it revealed a strange place Dark couldn't describe.
"Ready?" Ganon asked.
Dark nodded, and went through.