-Chapter 1-

This Chapter has been re-edited (3-24-13)

"Rusl? I didn't hurt you did I?" The young man teased, extending his hand with a smile. The older man, Rusl, only gave a laugh in return. For a moment he sat there, drenched and splayed out in the middle of Ordona's spring. His muddy locks taking on a darker shade with each drip of water. "That's the third time that you've beat me at my own game." He gave another sound of laughter as he finally took the boy's hand. His friend only grinned, giving a momentary glance over his shoulder to their onlooker. The onlooker, a child of sorts, bounded up toward them, bare feet splashing quite comically against the gentle surface of the spring.

"That was so cool!" The child began, flailing his arms about and ignoring the long strands of sunny hair that quickly fell into his gaze.

"Did you watch closely Colin?" Rusl's friend quizzed, sheathing his sword before siding with the boy. Colin nodded abruptly, his smile still evident.

"Can I try?"

His father laughed at this, patting his son lightly on the head before wading out onto warm, solid ground. "Very funny Colin, but now yet. Uli would surely kill me if I let you handle a sword right now, she still hasn't fancied the idea of you growing up… let alone the thought of you following your old man's footsteps to this extent."

Colin's smile fell, the disagreement as clear as day. "But father-…"

"Now Colin, I agree. Uli is still trying to get used to your random growth spurts and such. Now, she's already nagging at the both of us for letting you come along on our journeys past the village entrance. She's even started to fret over allowing you to come and watch our swordsmanship practice and all. For now, just sit tight and wait it out… she'll come around and then both your dad and I will show you the ropes of swordsmanship, promise."

"Right, as Link stated. Now quit your moping, we've got to head back before the sun sets. Otherwise Uli may have my soul and Link's head."

The burst of light flashed, orbs of gold spiraling all about the crystal clear pond as if fighting for a place to simply float. They danced about, bobbing into the water only to jump back out and continue at their mad pace of flying, colliding, and hopping. Only when an orb of darkness suddenly appeared from the pond's depths, the water receding in that instant, did the orbs of light vanish. Unlike its predecessors, this blackened orb gave a snowy glow. Its white light spun about its insides, forming minute webs of glowing emblems. At the center did it give a golden glow, its random fit of flashing ceasing to a dull pulse.

"Chosen One that wears the mark of the Triforce... the one that takes shape of a blue-eyed beast in the shadows of Twilight..." the whispery voice droned, hissing as the pulse of the golden light turned sour. Faster. Darker. Oddly, it even went as far as to begin bleeding, the soft white glow and the ferocious flare of golden light turning to nothing but blood.

"Link?"

"Voice of the Goddesses… Hero of Time… your presence is ne-…"

"Link!"

Link jumped up from his tangled position amongst the sheets, his hands immediately clamping to his forehead in attempts to wipe at the sweat that coated his skin. His fingers brushed at his forehead, scraping at the golden strands that interfered with his groggy vision. 'What in Hyrule's name was that? I've never had a dream like that… but it wasn't even scary or something to fret about so why is my heart so-…"

A bang resonated within his house, the sudden sound knocking him clear out of bed. "Link, wake up!" He stayed motionless for a moment, wide eyes studying the wooden grain that littered his floor. His mind was racing, utterly confused by the frantic tone that the speaker used. What were they freaking out over? Was it daytime already? Was it-

"Link, hurry and get out here! Wake. Up." The familiarity finally stuck. Rusl.

He clambered down the ladder, barely having enough time to shove on an off-white shirt and trousers, and ran to the door. His feet slipped, his hands nearly inches from grasping he sword that rested against the section of wall right beside the door. When his body contacted with the ground, he gave a cry of pain. The groggy state was really not helping him right now.

"Link?" Rusl continued on calling, sounding more frantic with each demanding call. His friend's worry brought him back to his feet, grabbing the sword and sheath right before bolting out the door. Only, as he opened the door did he freeze.

Rusl dodged at just the right time, his head being missed by a mere second as the black monstrosity crashed into the ladder that led up to Link's humble abode. It gave a bloodcurdling shriek, gruesome claws and slimy dreadlocks coiling with irritation. Even from Link's point of view and the limited lighting of dusk, the creature was coated with blood and glowing symbols. Goddesses, it even reeked. Just from his spot atop his welcoming matt he could smell it, the smell of decaying meat. Again it charged at Rusl, its gigantic arms reaching out to grasp at any part of the Ordonian, but at the last minute Rusl found a way to roll underneath the beast.

Shaking away his bit of fear, Link jumped off the ledge. He rolled slightly, lessening the impact before bouncing up to aid his comrade. Only when he did, did the old swordsman push him backward in attempts to block the beast a third time as it again lunged at Rusl.

"What's happening?" Link yelled above the thick huffing fit of the beast, unsheathing his sword with the utmost amount of emergency.

"I don't know!" Rusl replied, jumping back from nearly having his head knocked off for the umpteenth time. "They just came out of nowhere. They are all over the village!"

Link gave a nod, adjusting his full attention to the creature before them. For a few seconds it seemed entirely engrossed in Rusl's presence but then… it sniffed the air, literally sniffed the surroundings before spinning around and facing Link. For that brief moment it stayed silent, frozen. Then it spoke, "Chosen One." Its voice brought a chill to the very trees, raspy and sick. Its faceless mask beaming at him, the voice falling into nothing but devilish growls.

Faceless mask… dreadlocks… red symbols… he nearly fell back from the realization, the memory. It was one of them. One. Of. Them. "No!" He shouted, swinging his sword aimlessly at the monster who simply side-stepped, "That's impossible. This can't be happening. It just can't! I killed him. Midna broke the mirror. Twilight and Light are back to normal!"

"Now is not the time to break down, Link!" Rusl barked, grasping his shoulder. "What are you even spouting?" He continued, shaking him, "Come on and just-jus… t…" Link turned, feeling Rusl's hand recede from his shoulder. Hesitant and entirely confused he reached a hand for his comrade only to pull it briskly back to his side, watching as Rusl crumpled to the ground in a bloodied heap. The frightened lad stayed there for another minute, staring at the corpse. At those separate pair of eyes that stared at him, blinking a bit before freezing eternally… even the color of life descended to the depths of a frozen state. Again he extended a hand, but again he drew it back, unable to think. To even form words was impossible.

The monster shuffled toward him completely now, all the while muttering that annoying title, "Chosen One… Chosen One… Chosen One…" He met its eyeless gaze, the fit of confusion and shock leaving his system with the awareness. Rusl was dead. Gone to the world. Pushing up daisies. His head was literally wiped clean off, the monster's blow had finally got him.

Without a second thought he turned and ran. He ran down the only possible route, the path to the spring and the woods. He ran and ran, slipping over rocks in a blind fit to escape the monster that clambered after him. Hearing its puffy breath and smelling its sick scent just drove him to carry on faster, the fear of death really shaking him as he neared the turn on the path only to stop dead in his tracks.

"Chosen One… Chosen One…"

He gave a bit of a squeak in response before turning on his heel, his last option being the Ordon Spring. His bare feet splashed into the cool water, the piercing sound of the monsters' conjoined roars urging him to go deeper into the spring despite its oncoming glow of golden light. The light grew and grew, burning his very eyes as he continued until his hands brushed the rock. With heart still hammering against his chest he turned, back pressed heavily against the stone of the spring. Unable to focus on the golden waters of the spring, his eyes only looked onto the monsters that fought their way to enter the narrow passage. Their roars increasing with each passing second.

"Chosen One of Hyrule, the Hero that takes shape as a blue-eyed beast… the time for you to become a Hero has come once more." Similar to his dream, a shining orb of multi-colored light appeared right in the middle of the waters. It gave a flash of golden hue, raising up from the spring with a melodic pop. The very sound unwillingly drew his eyes away from the monsters that still continued to fight amongst each other only to squint at the magnificent ball of luminesce. It circled around the spring slightly, bits of light falling like mere bird feathers and vanishing once they touched the water's surface.

"But-but how did this even happen. I defeated Ganon, Zant."

"An unexpected situation has occurred. Your help is needed a second time, Chosen Hero. A Twilight Legend of old has reawakened after centuries upon centuries. It now acts as Hyrule's new enemy. For this reason, you must leave this province of Ordon… it is no longer safe. Darkness is searching for you… you must leave at once and journey to Gerudo Desert to the shattered Mirror of Twilight. There the Sages will assist you further on the task to rid this land of the oncoming darkness, to destroy this disgusting parasite."

"But wait, I don't understa-…"

"All in good time. Now you must leave. The source of the darkness is here, nearby… coming. I will transport you as close as I am able to Gerudo without giving away your whereabouts. Now, become the Hero that Hyrule needs once more. I send luck to you!"

Before Link could muster a word, the orb flashed with the brightest of lights that he had witnessed ever possible. It brought his vision to utter white, the breeze to a maddening frenzy, and the coldness about him to a solid warmth of a blanket.

"And may the Goddesses be with you." Was the last that he heard through the raging of the winds that pulled at his clothes and tangled through his golden locks, his vision blurring from the very force of it all.

Yesh, Twilight Beasties do not like sharing a path, door, or same idea together let alone have patience for one another. Thus, they cannot get through a passage to go and gut Link (literally) because they dislike each other and cannot share or be friendly... so... children, share and be friendly to one another so you can... wait... that's a poor motivator... never mind.

Fun Fact(s):

-It's 5 in the morning when I finished re-editing this :D

-I deleted the stupid little text thing for the prologue... I really don't know what that was (and I doubt any of you know what I'm talking about but, trust me, that's a good thing)

-I don't like the final product of my re-editing, but oh well... I'm too tired too care right now...

-The original product showed the fact that I like to use ellipse too much

-Actually is six pages

-I cut the "sword play" bit with Rusl, Link, and Colin a bit since it was redundant

-I cut out the "happy-go-lucky-memory-time-with-the-Ordon-Kid-Gang" aaaaall out since this story focuses on a bit of twisted stuff (as usual with me c; )... 'cause I can and I'm just plain weird like that... that and it too was redundant and dull and blah

-I'm tired.