Thanks for the...review guys! Lol. Even if it was only one, I really enjoyed it. Here is chappie two!

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From the very moment that I heard the sheer scrape of bars against concrete, I jumped up and leaned my body close to the dead tree. So close, that it almost felt like I had morphed to it, but my eyes were too focused on the being entering the room to realize this. A boy, a young teen, walked into the room. I narrowed my eyes upon him, trying to get a better look, but I did not dare move. Heavy breathing could be heard from across the room, as he leaned down for a moment to catch his breath. He was dripping wet, droplets of water falling off his soaked blue tunic, and gold bangs. His hair, from what I could see, was probably normally a golden blonde color, but during this very moment it was covered in mud, and dripping. I only saw the lower side of his face, and it was scratched and dirty. His body hunched as he caught his breath, the tip of his sword scraping against the floor, still held from his somewhat limp hand. After a few moments, he stood straight, but I still was yet able to catch a view of the rest of his face.

He strapped his shield onto his back, and his long silver sword followed suit. From his actions, he seemed confused. I watched, holding very still, as he slowly stepped across the watery illusion, toward the other side of the room. He past me, and stopped for a second. He turned, facing me, and in a slight panicked moment I thought that he saw me, but I soon realized that he was only gazing upon the tree. This boy, who ever he was, drew out a bottle from his pouch, and opened it, shaking a single red drop of liquid into his waiting mouth. He shook his head a bit, seeming to be glaring at the bottle, and put it away. What was he doing, I thought. What was such a measly and weak looking kid doing in this dangerous place? He stilled my thoughts as he continued walking, having a bit of more of jump in his step, but when he came to the other door, probably finally able to see it through his bangs and the thick fog, he dropped to his knees. I winced as he yelled out, banging his fists against the door. "No!" He had yelled out, this new voice different to me than my Masters.

"No…why…"He continued to mumble, his voice getting quieter, and his bangs getting softer. What was he talking about? Did he want out? Where was he going? I didn't understand, but then it came to me. A memory of staring at my own reflection came back to me, and I was shocked that this boy resembled me. A lot. It was very creepy, almost. I don't think that at the time I was able to express such an emotion as creepiness, but I had felt a washing over of eeriness. My mind was stripped from my thoughts as he slowly stood up, and glanced once more at the tree. Maybe now he saw me. In apprehension, I took a small step, and ignored the feeling of me actually stepping out of the tree. I had pressed my body against the tree, but not as tight as before, and reached over my shoulder to quietly pull out of blackened blade, holding my own shield close to me. Even my shield and sword presented the same looks, the same likeliness as his own, but the colors were that of grays and blacks, while his were of blue, silver, and some yellow. He slowly stepped to my tree, seeming to finally notice me.

My mind raced, quickly pinpointing what I was to do. Obviously, this was the Hero of Time that my Lord always spoke about. There would be no other reason that a boy of his age and the fact that he seemed to be a replica of me, would be walking around in these dank, dark halls. And my orders…my orders had been to kill this young teen. When the boy got too close for my comfort, I stepped out, facing him. Instantly, he pulled out his shield and sword, and took a stance that was ready for battle. The same posture as mine. I did not move, and neither did he. We stood there, glaring at each other. He flipped his head back a little, and his soggy hair moved out of his view, and mine. I stepped back a bit, my eyes widening with slight shock, but moments later, he moved back into my stance. He frowned, noticing my actions. He had blue eyes. Deep, fiery blue eyes. They reminded me of the ocean that we were standing on. I gazed at his face intently, as he gazed at mine, and for a few moments, we both did not move.

Finally, one of us made out strike, but I was not sure whom, for we both flung our swords towards each other at the same time. The weapons clashed together forcefully, making the both of us step back slightly. We both made slight taken aback expressions, and then went at each other again. Once more, the swords clashed together, and we both took a step back. It was almost as if we were both equal in not only looks, but strength as well. This thought confused me, and something happened that I myself did not even expect.

"Who are you?"

That simple question reached my ears, and I noticed a somewhat urgent expression laid about the other boys face. I frowned, my blood red eyes narrowing at him. What was this? Some kind of trick in order to faze me? I did not answer, and instead flung my sword at him. He hadn't seen the attack coming, and I felt my sword land on his shoulder. The blade buried itself into the deep flesh, and a deep red liquid poured itself from the wound that I had inflicted. This boy yelled out, and dropped to his knees. Both his sword and shield dropped on the ground, and her clung one of his hands onto the wound, while the other seemed not able to move. He yelled out in pain, hunching over. Blood trickled its way down his blue garments, staining it, and made small swirls in the water. For some reason, me standing there and watch him writhe in agony made butterflies swirl about my stomach. His pain, for reasons that were unknown to me, gave me pleasure. I walked up to his fallen form, throwing my shield off to the side, and I shoved me foot into the side of his ribs. He yelled out, flying a few feet, and landing on his back. His breathing was quick, and unmerciful to his ribs, like the fall had been to his shoulder. I grinned, walking up to him. My sword dragged in the water, scraping on the concrete floor loudly. I looked down at him, and swung my leg over his body, straddling him. My weight pushed out the air in his lungs, and he breathed even heavier. I reached towards his face, wanting to touch that softness of his skin.

His face, even in pain, glowed in such ferocity, that it ignited something I didn't know what to call in my abdomen. As my hand skimmed his cheek, and he swiped my hand away, and glared at me through those magical blue orbs. Even in such extreme agony, the kind that he was in, he could still try his best to fight back. I frowned; glaring back, and my hand lunged for his neck. I grabbed the soft flesh, and pushed down, his head hitting the floor. The water made a small splash, but his cry was louder, and drowned out the soft sound. I lifted my long sword, and pulled my arm back until the hilt of the weapon grazed his throat. Both of his hands grabbed at the hand grasping his breathing pipe, and he choked on his own air. I pressed my cursed looking blade against his tanned skin, and a small trickle of blood made it's way out of the small cut that I had caused. The boy underneath me held himself perfectly still, not wanting to hurt himself even further. I leaned towards him, until my face hung just above his, and I gazed down at him. His eyes did not hold that feral glow anymore, but had shattered into an expression of fear, and loss of hope. My eyes, from what I could tell from the look on his face, probably held nothing but malice. I tensed my arm, ready to make the killing blow, but my movements stopped with one simple word, that had been uttered from his soft looking blue tinted lips in a jagged rasp.

"Please…"

I stared at him now in curiosity. Please? Had he just begged for his own life? In another situation, I might have ignored such a pleading gesture, and slit his throat, but right now, while I was staring in his eyes, I felt something. I felt something strange, and different. New. I did not understand this 'please' of which he had muttered. Why would he beg for his life, when obviously I had no emotions to beg to? I had nothing that might respond to such a statement. Or so I had thought. In a half a second, I pulled back my sword, and threw it away from me. I leaned back over him, releasing my hold on his air passage way, and a unused voice crept it's away from my own throat as his arms fell away from mine.

"What is your name?"

He stared at me, confused at what I had just done, what I had just asked. He took a few more deep, seemingly calming breaths, before he spoke.

"Link. And…yours?"

I said nothing for a second, and reached for his face once again. He flinched as my cold fingers grazed his cheek once more. I was unable to answer though, for after a few more seconds, his eyes had rolled into his head, and his head fell back. He looked as to be asleep, but I knew better. He had probably blacked out, from the pain. I reached up both hands, and cupped his face as mine came very close.

"I do not know…Link. I do not know."

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Did ja guys like it? The more I write, the longer it gets! Who knew?! Please review guys. I would really appreciate it. also, i would like to introduce my magical floating talking cat, Joey.

Joey: Oh my gawd guys! You should see chapter three! So this is what happens. Link wakes up, and then link and mister shadow guy ki--!!

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