Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda games or any of its characters
Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda games or any of its characters. Nintendo does. So don't sue me.
Zen: (cough) Well…
Zelda: Welcome back…
Zen: Did I not say before I'm a busy man?
Fierce Deity strode arrogantly through the barren Ikana Canyon. His posture was proud, yet he walked with a sense of power about him. The patches of earth he stepped on burned and died, plants within ten feet of him withered. Water would boil and dry up, and animals would run or die. The Fierce Deity is many things, but his sole purpose is to be an instrument of death. He complied with this duty fully and carried out death's will with precision and terror. He was death, death was him. His plate boots crunched the ground around him, the solid packed dirt cracking in his wake. The night air was cool and crisp, yet to him it only felt stagnant, his senses feeling neither the nippy chill nor the cool, clean air. Of course, even if he could, he wouldn't, for the very air around him seemed to thin and become stale. He stopped to sniff the air. His nostrils picked up the thick scent of the dead. Ikana was famous for its ghosts and frights. He looked around to see if he could spot any. The barren canyon was empty. He could sense the dead shivering, their bones shirking back into the ground and shadows as he passed by. Their Lord had returned, and he was thirsty for blood. He grinned evilly and trotted towards a small cave to his left. He crouched into the dark maw and stood in the middle of a small chamber. Strange carvings adorned the walls and ceiling, the floor was adorned with a worn and dusty rug.
"Pinem'e, where are you?" he asked loudly to the emptiness. Nothing happened for a few seconds. Suddenly, a dim purple light appeared in the center of the rug. It rose slowly from the floor and became level with his face. It grew brighter and a lantern formed around it. The lantern jangled as the chains that hung down its side tapped the cracked glass. Two slits of eyes materialized in the blackness, and a body slowly formed around it. Pinem'e floated gracefully above the floor, the shredded bottom of her faded violet dress strewn across the carpet. Her ghostly body shimmered in the darkness. In life, she was a beautiful young woman, the kind of girl every man wants. In death, she retained her beauty and her form, but her mind was tainted. Her purple eyes burned like fire as she glared at Fierce Deity, and her long, wispy hair extended out from her phantom visage.
"Greetings to you my lord," she said flatly, swinging her lantern back in forth at her side. Her voice was clear and soft, but it sounded almost hollow, with a faded echo following every word. She was not happy to see him, no one was happy to see him. He unsheathed his sword and sank it into the rock ground, leaning against it casually.
"How are you on this fine night?" he asked her, gazing into her flaming eyes. She scoffed and turned towards a rock shelf on the northernmost wall.
"Are you so vain that you are resulting to kindness to fulfill some dark desire within your black soul?" she replied curtly, pulling a cauldron and several ingredients from the shelf. She opened a vial of sickly green liquid and poured it into the big pot. It hissed and boiled, seething around at the base of the pot before settling quietly, bubbles rising out of its surface.
"I would hardly call it kindness, witch. You should know I was inquiring on how your progress goes," he said, pulling the Double Helix blade from the rocky earth and aimlessly swinging it about.
Pinem'e scoffed and dropped little this and that's into the pot, and a bubbling brew began to form. She gathered her wild hair and ran her fingers through it, sighing at memories of life.
"I know of a way for you to obtain what you seek," she said, dropping her hands to her side. Her hair lazily floated back into its strewn position about her head. She took a ladle from a shelf and began stirring the brew. Fierce Deity waited expectantly. She turned to him after a few stirs and looked into his dead eyes.
"If one were to destroy the four temples, the four Guardians, and the four Keepers of each temple, the world will succumb to chaos, and a gate to the other world will open," she said solemnly, pulling the pot from the fire. She rested it on a wooden slat and fanned its surface to cool.
"Hyrule will be mine for the taking?" Fierce Deity asked, an evil grin spreading across his face. Pinem'e sighed and nodded. She might be dead and her mind might be dark, but she still remembered life and all the joys it had to offer, and the beast in front of her wanted it all to end.
"I warn you though, the Goddesses of Hyrule will not take lightly to someone running in and killing everyone of just for his own sick purposes," she said with a smirk, "they will stop you."
Fierce Deity stiffened, and lunged at Pinem'e. She shrieked as he grabbed her by her ghostly hair and threw her to the ground.
"Fool! Don't you know who I am? Haven't you learned yet?" he roared, pressing his foot against her throat. She gagged and clawed at his leg. He pressed harder as he leaned in closer to her. "I am God," he whispered in her ear, the words dripping with arrogance and pride. He stepped off her and walked to the cave mouth to leave. Pinem'e gasped on the ground, rubbing her neck. Fierce Deity turned once almost outside the cave, and turned to Pinem'e. He raised the Helix Blade and leveled it at her head.
"No!" she screamed as she tried to scramble away, but she was too slow. A spectral bolt shot from the blade and collided with her chest. Her unearthly scream filled the cave and then faded as her spirit disintegrated, banished to the pits of the Underworld. Fierce Deity turned briskly and left the cave, heading towards Ikana Temple.
Zen: Kinda short, but I'm tired. R&R plz.