Also, you only need one disclaimer for an entire story, so let's get this going.
(Seperation line, since my hyphens don't show up for he moved toward the village, something in his gut wrenched him into submission. He stopped running to put his hands on his torso, some unknown pain flowing through him. He had a sinking feeling that he knew what it meant, but still he must see. He continued taking steps toward the village through the small path that linked it to his home's little grove. As he rounded the end of it, the pain in his stomach continued, particularly upon seeing the destruction.
Almost the entire village was in ruins, and what was still standing was quite well drenched with the blood of those who once lived there. He fell silently to his knees, turning his head over his shoulder to glance at the resting place of the deadly creature. He wished he could have felt its pain as the tentacles were torn from its body. He wanted it to suffer, and he's sure that it did, but he thirsted for revenge. He wanted to know what the beast's dying sound was. The situation had him in shock from before, else he likely would have taken the destruction much more emotionally.
To him, this was more of a nightmare than anything he had ever experienced. The entire village? No, it wasn't possible. He had to be sure of the complete distruction, for it's possible that some survived. First, he decided to hurry to the Mayor's house, or what still remained of it. To his surprise, he found no bodies along the way. 'So they were either eaten or completely demolished.' He gulped at the statement he made to himself, even further disturbing was the fact that he wasn't turned away by the blood. Sure, he had seen blood before, but nothing of this magnitude, and certainly not the blood of his friends.
'I suppose there is no time for grieving just yet. I can't assume that this attack was an accident...There's no way into the village from the direction it came from.' And so he came upon the Mayor's ruined home, finding the large man to be the only human body in the village. He blinked a few times, wondering if the creature knew of his status and left him intentionally. The youth was stirred from his thoughts by the coughing of the Mayor.
"L-Link? Is that you?" He was struggling to speak, and Link looked on in surprise. He knelt beside the Mayor and held his head up a bit to make it easier to speak. "You survived...Good...At least someone did." He looked grimly to the surrounding destruction. "It was awful." Another cough escaped the gruff man, sounding as if there was liquid of some kind in his throat. Blood, no doubt.
"Yes...I survived...But what was it?" He was speaking calmly, something he never thought he could do in such a situation. Regardless of the sudden deaths, and the complete destruction, he was completely focused. It was almost as if he were incapable of fear, but he knew that was not the case. The wrenching of his stomach despite his apparent calm gave him enough of a hint that he was still himself. Perhaps his adrenaline was merely making things clearer for the moment.
"I cannot say, Link. It was unlike anything I've ever seen before..." The Mayor continued speaking, though as ragged as he was, the words were somewhat difficult to understand. "Where did it go?" His words were solemn, as if he expected to hear of a path to future destruction at the thing's hands. Link narrowed his eyes somewhat, remembering the night before.
He had charged, yes, but did not feel a blow. He was unconscious, and he specifically remembered losing his sight. Before he knew it, the creature was dead and the morning had come. "I don't know how, exactly, but the beast has been slain." He took a moment to look at his own left hand; The one he held his sword in. He looked long and hard, expecting his palm to somehow give him answers. He heard another cough, sounding more like a gag, and turned his attention to the Mayor once more.
"So...I see..." He looked into Link's eyes, and before another moment even passed, the larger man suddenly fell limp. Link had to think for a second, suddenly realizing that the last one from his village had just died in his arms.
Link knelt beside the man for a while, frozen in thought. 'Why did this happen?' Suddenly, he was aware of his despair once more, taking a brief look around at the bloody massacre. He found himself falling forward to his hands, staying there on all fours. Before long, he began to let his emotions loose, now that none were around to see. Tears fell, and a massive cry of pain was heard by the ruined village and its calm river.
(Darkened Chamber)
"Yes, a more powerful foe is needed." The man in the dark, royal armor crossed his hands behind his back, thinking long and hard before speaking once more. "Grindol, have you any other suggestions?" He turned to face the feeble old man in the purple robe, eyes glowing a soft red through the slit of his helm.
"Well, Master, I was certain that the beast would be enough. I haven't thought much on any other possibilities." Grindol replied fearfully, trying to explain himself as best as he could. He didn't like it when his Master looked at him that way. "Although I suppose we could-" He was cut off, an armored hand closed around his throat.
"Grindol, I do not like it when you're certain. You should never assume that your miniscule creations will get the job done, and you should always strive to make them better. Whether you were certain or not, the beast failed." His hand often gripped the older man by the neck, delighting in the squirming as he lifted Grindol off the ground. After another moment, he dropped the fragile wizard to the floor and turned back to an empty corner of the room. Candles provided the only illumination, and it wasn't much.
The robed Grindol rubbed his neck, letting out a few dusty coughs of old age. "Yes...yes of course..." He looked to the ground, afraid to see his Master at the time. He thought long and hard, but his thoughts were broken by the deep voice of the armored man once more.
"Now, have you got any other suggestions?" The voice was calm, a quality that Grindol hated above anything else. He never showed anger, sadness, or frustration. He was always calm, calculating his moves before they were ever made. Planning ahead three steps where all else would stop at two; He was the Master for a reason, and Grindol both respected and hated him for it. He still coughed, unable to form a complete sentence right away. The candles got a bit brighter, possibly due to a rising impatience in their Master.
"Perhaps you should confront him yourself, my lord..." He muttered to himself, his head turned away defiantly. He had witnessed the raw power of their target through his seeing orb, and had a strong desire to see his master fall. He wanted more than anything for his lord to face such a power, and meet his equal at last. He wanted his freedom, and ever since he was enlisted as the head wizard, he had none.
"Or perhaps you should go, Grindol. A better assessment is needed, and if you do not think of something soon, I will be forced to find a new wizard. I know you're not a match for this one. You know it just as well, I think. You also know that you're no match for me. Now find something that is capable of deafeating him, and do not defy me again." He turned to walk out of the candle-lit room, on some agenda of his own. Grindol hated the man, but was far too frightened to tell him so. Like an obedient servant, he set his mind to work thinking of another alternative to the beast he sent.
(Back at the Village)
After some time grieving the loss of his entire community, Link realized that it was pointless. They were gone, the entire village and all of the people in it. He could not stay here any longer, for there was nothing else for him to do about the situation. He stood shakily, sword and shield crossing his back as he numbly turned to walk out of his village. He had never been to Hyrule before, but there was no other option.
He continued on in a daze, all the familiar woods he passed through seeming alien and uninviting. His eyes remained forward, his legs moving steadily without permission from his mind. It was as if he were in a trance. The tunnel he moved through made it hard to see, but he continued walking without fail. His thoughts were focused on self-pity. 'Why did I survive? Why couldn't I die with the rest of them? I'm alone, now, and may stay alone the rest of my life...' The light on the other side of the tunnel would normally give him a warm feeling of hope, but today it seemed to mock him. The light that no longer existed in his life.
As he reached the border of his beloved comfort zone, he continued walking. Without any sort of map or knowledge of where to go, all he could do was move forward into the massive kingdom of Hyrule. Perhaps he could find hope there.
(Seperating line again)
Well, that's chapter two. I'm somewhat new to the whole concept of writing on the internet, so please give me input where necessary. Refrain from being too harsh though, I should still be regarded as a beginner. I do hope it's likable, though.
