From the Brain of CAP: I believe this is the longest chapter yet, which is indeed a good thing. I realize that it's been a while, but I've been on Christmas hiatus. If you'll believe it. Well, anyway, thanks to tom_adorson for his help with the editting on this one. Read, and be amazed at my spectacular wit and wisdom! Or don't, whichever.
It was dusk when the Hunter entered the Moblin camp, and the sun was slowly setting, dimming as it fell below the horizon. Some might call the display of colors beautiful, but to him, it was repulsive. It was not that he could not tolerate daylight; he had overcome his fear of light quickly. He much preferred the dark, though. Shadows abound, and no daywalkers to impede him.
He despised the daywalkers. They fought for 'truth' and 'justice,' when in reality they were just as corrupt as any. Even those daywalkers that were corrupt, like this Ganondorf, were still stupid, squabbling madly for power that none of them can ever have. Daywalkers possessed no wits at all. Their unattainable goals kept the opposing forces against each other, one never truly winning out. Only those that sought chaos, like the Shebant, and these Moblins, only they could ever actually succeed.
He laughed. Who was he to criticize, he who had had impossible goals of his own? But that had been back when he was Hab, back before the days of the Hunter. All had changed when the boy… the boy. A constant bane to his existence, never admitting defeat, always returning again. His face contorted with rage as he threw open the tent flap. The boy was dead. Long dead, long gone. N'asder Hab had killed him, and then died himself, leaving only the Hunter behind. He sat down in an armchair, and seized a silver goblet. The wine was cool, and felt good going down his dry throat. He calmed down, collected himself.
It was a puzzle. How could the boy, from so long ago, have returned? He turned up at the most inopportune times, then and now. Perhaps it was not the same boy; perhaps an ancestor. The boy had grown long ago, and had ended the chaos Hab began. They had even made him a king. Hab had ended that nonsense, but to no avail. The chaos was gone, and with it went the Shebant, as well as N'asder Hab. The Bearer of the Black Blade was no more. The Blade itself remained, yes, but not the one who had wielded it. Now the Hunter had control. Chaos would reign.
The tent flap was pulled back, and two Moblins entered. One of them the Hunter recognized as the strange slave that had become a servant to the others. The other, larger figure was the chief, who went by the name of Bolg.
"What is it now?" the Hunter asked. "More rebellion?"
"Moblins not liking staying here," Bolg replied. "They be wanting to leave. They be wanting to go kill."
The Hunter set the goblet down, and stood. He drew the black blade from beneath his cloak, and approached the Moblin commander. Bolg drew back, but not quickly enough. The blade cut through his thick neck as if it were made of butter. The Hunter then turned to the slave.
"Tell the others to find a new chief. This one was weak." He looked at the slowly festering body on the ground. "And get this out of here. Throw it in a ditch somewhere."
The slave hurried to comply with the orders, not wishing to share Bolg's fate, and soon the Hunter was left in silence with his thoughts. He resumed his place in the armchair, and took up the goblet. The Moblins were not much of a problem. If they left, he would simply find a new vessel of destruction. As long as they were provided with food, though, the Hunter doubted that they would. They would have their killing soon enough. When the new chief was chosen, a process that did not take long, the Hunter would move towards his next target. Chaos would reign.
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Link, Malon, and Mido huddled together atop a hill. Below them stretched the Moblin camp, where over a hundred of the creatures stayed. It wouldn't be easy to get in, but it had to be done. Link needed to know where Hab thought to strike next. Three people in the camp would make it a much harder task, so Link decided to go in alone. Of course, his decision was not met with approval.
"What if they see you?" Malon asked worriedly. "We should be there to help you."
"And what are you going to do if they see us?" Link replied. "I don't mean to be offensive, but I doubt you'd be of much help in there. It'd just be excess baggage."
"Then me," said Mido. "I'm smaller. In fact, if one of us is going, it should be me. It'd be much easier for me to hide then for you."
"No!" said Link, raising his voice. "I'm going in alone, and that's final."
It wasn't, of course, but Link was the one who ended up infiltrating the Moblin hoard. He moved cautiously down the hill to the edge of the tents, where sentries were posted. Moblins where big, yes, and strong as well, but not too bright. Getting past the guards didn't prove to be very hard task. In the camp itself, most of the Moblins were too occupied with their cook fires to observe much else than what was roasting in front of them. In the center of the camp, a large tent stood apart from the others. There was a ten-foot circular area between it and anything else, meaning it was surely Hab's. A strangely small Moblin was dragging a body across the distance. It seemed to be concentrating hard on what it was doing, so Link made a break for the canvas walls.
Halfway across, Link heard a voice:
"Mixi sees you, Kokiri boy."
Link stopped dead. He had been careless, and the small Moblin had seen him. He bit back curses, and turned to face this Mixi.
"Kokiri boy don't be worrying. Mixi not gonna be reporting Kokiri boy."
Link was confused. This Moblin didn't seem as dumb as it looked. But why wasn't it going to report him?
"Kokiri boy think Mixi crazy," the creature said, as if reading Link's thoughts. "Mixi knew the Kokiri boy was gonna be being here tonight. Mixi seen it in Mixi's vision."
Link was now very puzzled. He couldn't speak, which was alright, because the Moblin wasn't done talking.
"Now Kokiri boy really confused. Kokiri boy wondering what Mixi be talking about. Doesn't matter. Mixi gonna help Kokiri boy. Gonna tell him what Hunter trying to do. Mixi knows. Mixi be knowing everything."
Link finally found his voice.
"Just who are you?" He nearly shouted. "How… what…" Link trailed off from there. He found himself unable to move. Mixi walked forward, and put his hand on Link's forehead. Link wasn't afraid of the creature, but instead anxious to see what it was going to do.
And then everything went white, which, although surprising, was much more to his liking than the blackness.
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A man in black stood before Link. His face was not hidden, and he had blood-red eyes. He was quite handsome.
The man held a black blade to match his apparel, and evil seemed to ooze from it. Evil that had spread, Link thought, while looking at his surroundings. Dead and withered plants littered the ground, and there was no grass at all. Link held a shining white blade. His body shown white as well.
The two lunged at each other, slashing madly at one another's bodies. Finally, an opening; Link's blade tore through his opponent's chest. The black garbed man fell to the ground, screaming.
FLASH
Link was at a meeting. Five men sat with him at a circular table. They were all smiling with anticipation. One of them spoke.
"We have decided, under unanimous consensus, to name you King of all Hyrule."
Link was taken aback.
FLASH
Link sat in the throne room of Hyrule castle. Zoras, Gorons, Sheika, and Hylian chieftains surrounded him. The Gerudos and Shebant had declined the invitation, and not unexpectedly. Suddenly, the doors slammed open. A garbed in black strode in, his face horribly burned, and his eyes blood red. In his left hand he held a crossbow, which he now raised. Link stood up and reached for his sword, but not before a deadly, black-tipped bolt was loosed. It pierced Link's chest like it would butter, and immediately Link felt incredible pain. An intense burning charred his flesh, and he fell to the ground, screaming.
FLASH
A woman rode from Hyrule castle under the cover of darkness. One arm held the reigns, while the other held her infant child, Link.
They had known this day would come. Ever since their twin children were born, she and her husband had known the boy would have to be hidden. Great evil still walked the earth, and the boy had to be protected at all costs. Link, she had named him. He would be the hero of time some day, but not today. His sister, Zelda, would take care of the castle fine in his absence.
She knew but one place he would be safe- the Kokiri forest. The Deku tree would protect him. The Tree understood that no one, not even Link himself, could be told of his destiny. Not yet.
Her own death was unavoidable; she had known for a long time now that she would die protecting her son. She just did not know it would have been so soon. Perhaps her husband would be able to escape her fate. She hoped so. Her own death was meaningless, but if the King of Hyrule perished, it could be disastrous.
Wolfos began nipping at the horse's flanks, and she rode faster.
FLASH
LINK!
saria? are you…
I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME.
why didn't you tell me?
I COULDN'T. IT… FOR… OWN GOOD.
saria, you're fading!
LINK! YOU… NOT READY! MUST NOT…
what saria?
MUST NOT CONFRONT…
who? hab?
YES! MUST… AWAY! MUST NOT…
saria! don't go!
MUST NOT… NOT…
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Link stumbled back as the visions ended. Mixi stood in front of him, smiling. Link had never seen a Moblin smile before, and it looked very odd.
"Kokiri boy be understanding now?" Mixi asked.
"I don't know. There was something about Hab, and my mother, and… I don't know. What does it mean?
Mixi shrugged, which looked as odd as the smile.
"Mixi don't be knowing. Kokiri boy had visions, not Mixi. Mixi just brung them out."
"I think I'd better go now," Link said, looking about him. "It's a wonder the others haven't seen me yet."
"Why?" Mixi inquired. "Been but a moment since Mixi saw Kokiri boy."
"But the visions… weren't they…?"
"Nope. Kokiri boy just be thinking they were long. They never is, not when Mixi be having them."
"Well, regardless, I'm leaving," Link replied. He was feeling quite strange, and needed time to sort out his thoughts. Maybe he could make sense of the visions.
"Mixi coming too," the Moblin said, as Link began turning away. Link turned to face the smaller-than-average beast.
"It's too dangerous. You belong here, with the Moblins."
"Naw. Mixi not a Moblin. Mixi don't even like killing. Mixi think he just a Zora born in a Moblin's hide. Besides, Mixi bonded to Link now."
Link realized he hadn't ever given his name. The Kokiri boy part could have been guessed from appearance, but his name? This Mobli was a very strange creature. A Zora, of all things.
"What do you mean 'bonded'?" he asked with curiosity.
"When Mixi be touching Link's head, Mixi and Link bonded. That's how Mixi brought out them visions Link was having. Link can't be sensing Mixi yet, cause the bond is being too weak. It'll be getting stronger, though."
Link was reeling mentally. He wanted to get out of the camp as soon as possible, and if it meant taking the Moblin, then so be it.
"Come on, then," he told Mixi. "We'll be spotted for sure if we don't hurry."
Mixi was surprisingly light on his feet, and they were back with Malon and Mido in no time. After a shortened story had been told and brief introductions made, the group decided it was time for sleep. All but Mixi, who wanted to watch the stars. He was still sitting with his head tilted upwards as the others laid themselves down on the grass, a considerable distance from the Moblin camp.
Link was left to his thoughts in the silence of the night. The first few visions didn't make much sense to him, so he filed them away mentally for later. The last one, though… Link knew he wasn't really Kokiri. His mother had brought him to the forest. He had been told his father was a Hylian knight, but in the vision, the woman had wanted to conceal everything. Suppose he had been the boy, Link. And the girl, Zelda… his sister? Could it be possible that the Princess Zelda was his sister, and the king his father?
It was too much to deal with in one night, and so Link slept.
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It was dusk when the Hunter entered the Moblin camp, and the sun was slowly setting, dimming as it fell below the horizon. Some might call the display of colors beautiful, but to him, it was repulsive. It was not that he could not tolerate daylight; he had overcome his fear of light quickly. He much preferred the dark, though. Shadows abound, and no daywalkers to impede him.
He despised the daywalkers. They fought for 'truth' and 'justice,' when in reality they were just as corrupt as any. Even those daywalkers that were corrupt, like this Ganondorf, were still stupid, squabbling madly for power that none of them can ever have. Daywalkers possessed no wits at all. Their unattainable goals kept the opposing forces against each other, one never truly winning out. Only those that sought chaos, like the Shebant, and these Moblins, only they could ever actually succeed.
He laughed. Who was he to criticize, he who had had impossible goals of his own? But that had been back when he was Hab, back before the days of the Hunter. All had changed when the boy… the boy. A constant bane to his existence, never admitting defeat, always returning again. His face contorted with rage as he threw open the tent flap. The boy was dead. Long dead, long gone. N'asder Hab had killed him, and then died himself, leaving only the Hunter behind. He sat down in an armchair, and seized a silver goblet. The wine was cool, and felt good going down his dry throat. He calmed down, collected himself.
It was a puzzle. How could the boy, from so long ago, have returned? He turned up at the most inopportune times, then and now. Perhaps it was not the same boy; perhaps an ancestor. The boy had grown long ago, and had ended the chaos Hab began. They had even made him a king. Hab had ended that nonsense, but to no avail. The chaos was gone, and with it went the Shebant, as well as N'asder Hab. The Bearer of the Black Blade was no more. The Blade itself remained, yes, but not the one who had wielded it. Now the Hunter had control. Chaos would reign.
The tent flap was pulled back, and two Moblins entered. One of them the Hunter recognized as the strange slave that had become a servant to the others. The other, larger figure was the chief, who went by the name of Bolg.
"What is it now?" the Hunter asked. "More rebellion?"
"Moblins not liking staying here," Bolg replied. "They be wanting to leave. They be wanting to go kill."
The Hunter set the goblet down, and stood. He drew the black blade from beneath his cloak, and approached the Moblin commander. Bolg drew back, but not quickly enough. The blade cut through his thick neck as if it were made of butter. The Hunter then turned to the slave.
"Tell the others to find a new chief. This one was weak." He looked at the slowly festering body on the ground. "And get this out of here. Throw it in a ditch somewhere."
The slave hurried to comply with the orders, not wishing to share Bolg's fate, and soon the Hunter was left in silence with his thoughts. He resumed his place in the armchair, and took up the goblet. The Moblins were not much of a problem. If they left, he would simply find a new vessel of destruction. As long as they were provided with food, though, the Hunter doubted that they would. They would have their killing soon enough. When the new chief was chosen, a process that did not take long, the Hunter would move towards his next target. Chaos would reign.
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Link, Malon, and Mido huddled together atop a hill. Below them stretched the Moblin camp, where over a hundred of the creatures stayed. It wouldn't be easy to get in, but it had to be done. Link needed to know where Hab thought to strike next. Three people in the camp would make it a much harder task, so Link decided to go in alone. Of course, his decision was not met with approval.
"What if they see you?" Malon asked worriedly. "We should be there to help you."
"And what are you going to do if they see us?" Link replied. "I don't mean to be offensive, but I doubt you'd be of much help in there. It'd just be excess baggage."
"Then me," said Mido. "I'm smaller. In fact, if one of us is going, it should be me. It'd be much easier for me to hide then for you."
"No!" said Link, raising his voice. "I'm going in alone, and that's final."
It wasn't, of course, but Link was the one who ended up infiltrating the Moblin hoard. He moved cautiously down the hill to the edge of the tents, where sentries were posted. Moblins where big, yes, and strong as well, but not too bright. Getting past the guards didn't prove to be very hard task. In the camp itself, most of the Moblins were too occupied with their cook fires to observe much else than what was roasting in front of them. In the center of the camp, a large tent stood apart from the others. There was a ten-foot circular area between it and anything else, meaning it was surely Hab's. A strangely small Moblin was dragging a body across the distance. It seemed to be concentrating hard on what it was doing, so Link made a break for the canvas walls.
Halfway across, Link heard a voice:
"Mixi sees you, Kokiri boy."
Link stopped dead. He had been careless, and the small Moblin had seen him. He bit back curses, and turned to face this Mixi.
"Kokiri boy don't be worrying. Mixi not gonna be reporting Kokiri boy."
Link was confused. This Moblin didn't seem as dumb as it looked. But why wasn't it going to report him?
"Kokiri boy think Mixi crazy," the creature said, as if reading Link's thoughts. "Mixi knew the Kokiri boy was gonna be being here tonight. Mixi seen it in Mixi's vision."
Link was now very puzzled. He couldn't speak, which was alright, because the Moblin wasn't done talking.
"Now Kokiri boy really confused. Kokiri boy wondering what Mixi be talking about. Doesn't matter. Mixi gonna help Kokiri boy. Gonna tell him what Hunter trying to do. Mixi knows. Mixi be knowing everything."
Link finally found his voice.
"Just who are you?" He nearly shouted. "How… what…" Link trailed off from there. He found himself unable to move. Mixi walked forward, and put his hand on Link's forehead. Link wasn't afraid of the creature, but instead anxious to see what it was going to do.
And then everything went white, which, although surprising, was much more to his liking than the blackness.
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A man in black stood before Link. His face was not hidden, and he had blood-red eyes. He was quite handsome.
The man held a black blade to match his apparel, and evil seemed to ooze from it. Evil that had spread, Link thought, while looking at his surroundings. Dead and withered plants littered the ground, and there was no grass at all. Link held a shining white blade. His body shown white as well.
The two lunged at each other, slashing madly at one another's bodies. Finally, an opening; Link's blade tore through his opponent's chest. The black garbed man fell to the ground, screaming.
FLASH
Link was at a meeting. Five men sat with him at a circular table. They were all smiling with anticipation. One of them spoke.
"We have decided, under unanimous consensus, to name you King of all Hyrule."
Link was taken aback.
FLASH
Link sat in the throne room of Hyrule castle. Zoras, Gorons, Sheika, and Hylian chieftains surrounded him. The Gerudos and Shebant had declined the invitation, and not unexpectedly. Suddenly, the doors slammed open. A garbed in black strode in, his face horribly burned, and his eyes blood red. In his left hand he held a crossbow, which he now raised. Link stood up and reached for his sword, but not before a deadly, black-tipped bolt was loosed. It pierced Link's chest like it would butter, and immediately Link felt incredible pain. An intense burning charred his flesh, and he fell to the ground, screaming.
FLASH
A woman rode from Hyrule castle under the cover of darkness. One arm held the reigns, while the other held her infant child, Link.
They had known this day would come. Ever since their twin children were born, she and her husband had known the boy would have to be hidden. Great evil still walked the earth, and the boy had to be protected at all costs. Link, she had named him. He would be the hero of time some day, but not today. His sister, Zelda, would take care of the castle fine in his absence.
She knew but one place he would be safe- the Kokiri forest. The Deku tree would protect him. The Tree understood that no one, not even Link himself, could be told of his destiny. Not yet.
Her own death was unavoidable; she had known for a long time now that she would die protecting her son. She just did not know it would have been so soon. Perhaps her husband would be able to escape her fate. She hoped so. Her own death was meaningless, but if the King of Hyrule perished, it could be disastrous.
Wolfos began nipping at the horse's flanks, and she rode faster.
FLASH
LINK!
saria? are you…
I DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME.
why didn't you tell me?
I COULDN'T. IT… FOR… OWN GOOD.
saria, you're fading!
LINK! YOU… NOT READY! MUST NOT…
what saria?
MUST NOT CONFRONT…
who? hab?
YES! MUST… AWAY! MUST NOT…
saria! don't go!
MUST NOT… NOT…
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Link stumbled back as the visions ended. Mixi stood in front of him, smiling. Link had never seen a Moblin smile before, and it looked very odd.
"Kokiri boy be understanding now?" Mixi asked.
"I don't know. There was something about Hab, and my mother, and… I don't know. What does it mean?
Mixi shrugged, which looked as odd as the smile.
"Mixi don't be knowing. Kokiri boy had visions, not Mixi. Mixi just brung them out."
"I think I'd better go now," Link said, looking about him. "It's a wonder the others haven't seen me yet."
"Why?" Mixi inquired. "Been but a moment since Mixi saw Kokiri boy."
"But the visions… weren't they…?"
"Nope. Kokiri boy just be thinking they were long. They never is, not when Mixi be having them."
"Well, regardless, I'm leaving," Link replied. He was feeling quite strange, and needed time to sort out his thoughts. Maybe he could make sense of the visions.
"Mixi coming too," the Moblin said, as Link began turning away. Link turned to face the smaller-than-average beast.
"It's too dangerous. You belong here, with the Moblins."
"Naw. Mixi not a Moblin. Mixi don't even like killing. Mixi think he just a Zora born in a Moblin's hide. Besides, Mixi bonded to Link now."
Link realized he hadn't ever given his name. The Kokiri boy part could have been guessed from appearance, but his name? This Mobli was a very strange creature. A Zora, of all things.
"What do you mean 'bonded'?" he asked with curiosity.
"When Mixi be touching Link's head, Mixi and Link bonded. That's how Mixi brought out them visions Link was having. Link can't be sensing Mixi yet, cause the bond is being too weak. It'll be getting stronger, though."
Link was reeling mentally. He wanted to get out of the camp as soon as possible, and if it meant taking the Moblin, then so be it.
"Come on, then," he told Mixi. "We'll be spotted for sure if we don't hurry."
Mixi was surprisingly light on his feet, and they were back with Malon and Mido in no time. After a shortened story had been told and brief introductions made, the group decided it was time for sleep. All but Mixi, who wanted to watch the stars. He was still sitting with his head tilted upwards as the others laid themselves down on the grass, a considerable distance from the Moblin camp.
Link was left to his thoughts in the silence of the night. The first few visions didn't make much sense to him, so he filed them away mentally for later. The last one, though… Link knew he wasn't really Kokiri. His mother had brought him to the forest. He had been told his father was a Hylian knight, but in the vision, the woman had wanted to conceal everything. Suppose he had been the boy, Link. And the girl, Zelda… his sister? Could it be possible that the Princess Zelda was his sister, and the king his father?
It was too much to deal with in one night, and so Link slept.
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