AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, guys! Sorry I skipped Friday's post. I was hanging out with a friend of mine and she only left yesterday. I decided to not upload a new one yesterday and just make this one extra long, so I hope you guys are okay with that!
I've been thinking, do you guys want me to upload this story once a week and start two others, or do you just want this one until it's finished? I'm honestly pretty curious, and while I have my own ideas, I'd love to hear from you guys first! If you want two other stories let me know what you'd like them to be about. Remember, however- just because you suggest a story doesn't guarantee that it will happen. You can read my profile if you'd like to know some of the stuff I like (and will most likely write about at some point) so that your recommendations will have a better chance of happening.
Anyway, time for the story!
(I do not own The Legend of Zelda)
"I replied to my father telling him that I planned on killing all three hundred men on my own- that I had a plan."
"But surely that would be suicide? For a five year old such as yourself?" Zelda asked. She sounded very concerned as if Link were five right now and were marching onto the front lines of a battle.
"For any normal five year old, maybe, but not me. I can still remember hearing the blood pound through my veins, taste the dust of the old dungeon. I remember the pain in my arms slowly fading, turning into a throbbing of strength. I hadn't understood it at the time, but I do now,"
Zelda stood silently.
"My father gave me courage. He was wounded, weak, starving. He would be no help but a distraction maybe. I had to be strong for him, for without me he would die, and then I would myself soon after. So this was my only option, catch the people that were coming to kill us off guard, take their weapons, and then plan a way of attack after that."
"So, that's what I did. As the bandits' footsteps came closer, there had been about two of them, I dropped to the ground and pretended to be in immense pain- I hid a bone underneath myself when I did so. When they came over to me first with their swords, my father cried in the back of the room for them to stop, the first one swung his sword down towards my neck. I quickly swung the femur bone up to block."
"It stopped the attack perfectly, I assume they didn't hit harder because they didn't want to waste the energy, and therefore gave me the perfect opportunity to counter. I swept my foot against the man's ankle so hard I believe I broke several of my toes along the way."
"As he came crashing to the ground, his friend was frozen in shock. Using this time, without sparing a second, I grabbed the sword before it fell and swung it at the man stuck in place. It hit his side with such precision that the blade glided along his flesh and lacerated it seamlessly. Neither of them was wearing armor- probably thought that they wouldn't need to."
Link began to slowly speak louder, beginning to truly relive the experience he was talking about.
"As though it had been one strike, I slid the blade of the sword in a slashing arc towards the man the man on the ground, slicing his neck down to the bone. I can still remember the look on my father's face afterward. He stared up at me with awestruck eyes, both clearly glad and slightly afraid."
"When did you learn to do that? he asked me. I replied saying: just now. He looked at me disbelievingly, but he must've known it was true seeing as he had always been with me when we were training. I heard more bandits on their way, presumably to clean up the mess we would've been, and I started to walk silently towards the door."
"My father quietly pleaded with me not to leave, to stay put and let him take the blame for what had happened. Of course, even at the age of five, I knew what that would mean. He would die, and what would be the point? I would die shortly after. This knowledge also seemed to strengthen me, for my toes did not hurt as I told him not to worry and walked out of the doorway."
"How?" Zelda whimpered. "How were you that strong at the age of five and I'm still this weak now?"
"Zel-" Link began.
"No, no- it's okay. I'm fine, I just . . . I'm just amazed is all," she decided. "It's kinda funny, you know? Little five year old you is becoming my inspiration."
She chuckled.
"But, please, continue. I'm sorry for interrupting in the first place."
Link nodded and continued.
"As soon as I left the room I ran into two other guards, who I sliced with precision in one quick movement. Both collapsed to the ground as I rounded the corner, eager to find more of them.''
"I kept running into pairs of two and began reasoning that they patrolled in groups of such numbers. It was a reasonable assumption, however, that they would have double or one or two over that amount where it was important. I decided that I would head to their armory before I became too tired and my adrenaline ran out."
"So, I kept my smooth pace to where it seemed logical to keep weaponry. Along the way, I ran into maybe around twelve groups of two and cut each of them down with ease. My arms, which were both broken, although they were both in different areas- left in the ulna and right in the radius- were starting to feel lighter, which seemed impossible."
"I finally came upon the weapon storage unit and slowly crept up behind the wall to see how many bandits they had guarding it. I saw three in the front, which made me assume that there were two in the back, for they would have more defense in the front than in the back. Who would attack the back? Why waste the soldiers?"
"Deciding that the back was the best point of attack, I stealthily crept around the guards and slid my way to the back. I figured that if I could kill the men in the back it would make some sound, drawing at least one or two of the men to the back, where I would lunge from the shadows and attack them without knowing."
"Slowly, I snuck up on the unsuspecting men, which there happened to be two of. I held my sword back, then swung harshly at the back of the man nearest to me's knees, making him collapse and yelp in response. Once the other bandit had seen his fellow guard fall to the ground, he began charging at me at once, not even hesitating once seeing how young I was."
"I quickly stabbed the man at the ground in the nape of his neck, swiftly pulling it out, very aware of the man charging at me. In anger, the man had seemed to have lost all of his sense of battle, especially the part of not running headfirst into it."
"I waited for him to swing first, his cry of anger empowering his attack. Then, swift as the wind, I slid out of the way and slashed at his knee. Falling down on his good knee, he attempted to slice me with his sword, but I used my height and weight to glide out of the way and counter-attack to hit his head, leaving a clear indent in the back of his head, which was now missing a piece of it."
"As soon as his body hit the floor, another soldier had rounded the corner, sword held at the ready. I hadn't had enough time to hide in the shadows, but there was no need. I had every confidence that I could beat a single man in a fair fight."
"Our eyes locked as he saw the carnage I had brought when he charged. He seemed more able, however. His posture was perfect and his sword was angled with such precision you could only achieve with years of practice. He was yelling when his sword crashed down on my own, the sound of metal reverberating in the large area."
"Although I was determined, an adult has strength that a five-year-old cannot even dream of. Realizing this, I dodged out of the way before I began to feel the pressure of his sword. Sliding my sword against his, I managed to get it close to him- close enough to slice a thick laceration in his side, but just like myself, he was determined."
"Another soldier slowly came around the corner, sword held just as evenly as his comrades. His strength was surely similar to the bandit I had been fighting, or so I began to think. I was in trouble. I had two broken arms, broken toes, malnourishment, and enough pain and suffering to last a lifetime. But yet again, that is was gives me strength."
"I looked them in the eyes, and charged, blade held high."
END NOTE: Hey, guys! Thank you all so much for reading this chapter! I hope that having Link talk basically the whole time hasn't been boring! I really wanted to talk about Link's backstory in a way where I could show some of what he would feel thinking about it and came up with this! Hopefully, it's not too confusing and you guys like it.
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