Well, I finally got around to writing the next chapter of Anti-Hero. Sorry for the wait, the few of you who read this thing. Thank you to Twilit Guardian, who gave me a lot of support and the other couple AHMAZING people who reviewed. And so on with the story, and READ AND REVIEW! You get an Internet sweet of your choice!
"Up, boy."
"No way in hell, I'm not going back to that torture chamber," the lump on the bed shifted and burrowed further in. The man in the doorway stormed to the bed and tore the blankets off his son.
"NOW, Darking!" he snapped, eyes blazing. The boy on the bed groaned and sat up. He scratched the back of his head and glared at the man.
"No, Father," he spat out the words. "I will not."
Darking flinched but made no noise as his father backhanded him across the head.
"You will not speak to me that way. You will come when called and come quietly," Ganondorf snarled, yanking Darking up by the hair and tossing him to the floor. Before walking out, the Gerudo paused by the door.
"Get ready." And he left. Darking swore under his breath and hauled himself to his feet. Yea, there are going to be bruises tomorrow, he thought to himself, poking a few sore spots. With a huff, the red-eyed teenager stalked over to his trunk and flung back the lid. Snatching out his clothing, he remembered the day Ganon had given this to him. As a little kid, he'd been ecstatic. Now he dreaded opening this chest and facing morning. Morning signaled another day in the castle, another day working his ass off or getting his ass kicked for a goal only his supposed father knew. Darking sighed again and strapped his long sword across is back. He left and shut the door to his room behind him.
"Din help me. Have Ganondork take it easy on me today," he muttered. As he slouched down the corridor, the servants parted before him like the Red Sea, eyeing him as if he were diseased. Glaring around at them, he made his slow way to what Ganondorf had dubbed the "training arena". To Darking, it was his own little personal torture chamber.
The ash-haired boy unsheathed his sword as he approached the Gerudo King. Darking had a vision of the hulking man lying in a pool of his own blood. He was beaten and slashed, obviously dead. Crimson streaks decorated the stone walls. Darking blinked and the vision faded; he was still unnerved by the visions of death that were often shown to him. Ganon noticed his pause and grinned. It made the anti-hero want to make the vision come true. The King of Evil beckoned to Darking, the grin still on his face.
"Come, my son, let me show you the goal we have been working towards all these years," he rumbled, and he swept from the room. Darking sheathed his sword and followed.
Ganon led the grumpy teenager to a door set into the wall. It was old granite with runes inscribed on its surface. They glowed softly when Ganondorf passed his hand over them before pushing the door open. He gestured Darking to enter. Darking paused inside the room, looking around. Something was familiar about this place; he just couldn't put his finger on it. He was unable to ponder this however, because Ganon had walked in, urging the anti-hero to follow. Darking did so, albeit reluctantly. He came to a halt next to a basin of cool, clear water. Ganon stepped up to the basin and put his hands over it. A red glow emanated from them and a picture appeared on the water's surface. Curiosity piqued, Darking moved closer, peering in. A fairly average scene greeted his eyes. A young man, about his own age, rode through a field on a chestnut mare. He wore a forest green tunic and cream breeches. Brown leather boots adorned his feet and a sock-hat the same shade as his tunic covered a mop of light blond hair. The image zoomed in on the man's face. Clear blue eyes stared out of the light tan face. Darking saw nothing more as a red haze clouded his vision. He stumbled back, clutching his head. His hat fell off and he tore at his hair. His head felt like someone had cleaved it with a very heavy and very sharp blade. It had brought him to his knees.
"Kill, must… kill him," Darking muttered mumbled, before screaming out, his red eyes blazing like fire. Feeling someone looming over him, Darking looked up. There stood the man from the scene. He towered over Darking, look upon him with contemp. Darking roared, drawing his sword and lunging at the blond man. He blocked easily with his own blade and shoved Darking back. He fell onto his back and the light man kicked him in the head. Darking's vision swam and that last thing he saw before was Ganondorf smirking down at him and saying, "It is almost time for him to meet the Chosen Hero of Farore."
