After the Storm – Chapter five
Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Zelda or its characters. I do, however, own this plot and storyline.
Note: For once in my life, I don't have anything to say except for this. I know that in the game, it's Deku Tree in Seasons, and Maku in Ages, but the booklets are backwards, and I started the story by the booklet, so there you have it.
Every fiber in my body was torn in half. One part of me wanted to morn over Din, and the other wanted to tear into the creature that hurt her with everything I had. It was no longer a matter of the Maku Tree, or returning to my new life, because I now understood that Din was the better part of my new life. All in all, she was the reason that I persisted. And now, because of my stupid selfishness, here she lies, and here I stand. So, my decision was made on the spot. I'd hit the beast of a monster with everything I had.
Proceeding with a fierce battle cry that was reserved inside of me and that hadn't been used for far too long, I attacked. I struck the damned infernal creature with every ounce of power that my puny body could manufacture, and when I wasn't hitting with my sword, I'd ram my shield into him. I jumped and flew around the thing, striking and jumping again, to a different location to hit him before he discovered me. I tired not, only gained strength with each glance that I caught of Din. At this rate, I was sure that the thing could stand forever, but I still kept at it, never stopping. Whenever my rage and remorse subsided enough for me to think rationally, I would consider how in the realm of the living could this thing be so powerful.
But, thought wasn't with me the better part of the struggle, and one minuet I would have hold to an explanation, and the next I would remember what the thing had done, and totally release another tidal wave of wrath upon it. We danced, the murderer and I in an endless volley of hit after hit, dodge after dodge, until it finally happened; the moment that would change the tide of the battle from stalemate to slight hope. Once as I was leaping in a high flip over the thing's head, I felt a poke in my arm. As I looked down, I saw the sword that I had pulled from the chest in the dungeon. I landed and thought for a split second, before I pulled it out, and held it defiantly at the creature.
"How did you get that?!" The thing demanded, "Give it to me, NOW!" I realized that the blade must be important after all, so I decided to keep it.
"You couldn't want this." I said in a teasing voice, before I darted at him in a flash, and sliced at him with his sword. The blade cut through him as easily as my hand through air. His enormous bulk of a body fell to its knees, humble at last. Now, with a realization that I would win, I proceeded to leap into the air, and land with a stab into the back of the thing's neck. Without a bit of resistance from the creature, the blade busted in, making its presents known by the beautiful sound of skin being torn and bone being split.
The thing roared in agony, and for a moment, I was afraid that it would stand up and jerk the sword from my hands. But, he just writhed on the ground, like a snake, performing its last threat, before finally dieing out. Suddenly, I remembered what it had done, and with all possible feeling removed from my being, I removed the sword and started hacking at his body. Slash after slash, stab after stab, I persisted. Slowly but surely, and quite happily I scythed at the body before me. He had died a while ago, I knew that, but I still went on, chopping as if it would ease my pain, and it seemed to. But, all good things must end, and weariness got the best of me eventually, and I had to stop.
Lying before me was a pile of blood, a few pieces of recognizable body parts, and a few other pieces of flesh that I couldn't tell head from foot. Then it hit me. Like a tidal wave in its own of realization, I dropped the sword, and turned to the hill where Din was. My boots were squishy with the blood of the monster, and the blood on my skin was starting to dry, leaving a most unpleasant tightness at the move of a muscle. But I still climbed until I was at Din's side, and for the first time in my life, I wept.
Yes me, strong-as-a-rock Link cried. And not just cried, I, for the first time in my life also, felt totally helpless. I guessed that the Maku tree was back to normal, but I couldn't care less. Din was dead, it was my entire fault, and I was alone again. But then I remembered what the sword said: He who wields this sword in the time of need will become the protector of things sacred. What in the blue blazes did that mean? But, I didn't care. All I could do was wallow in my sorrow and regret.
I kept up this self-bashing for a few hours, all the while crying, and all the while never diverting from Din's side. But, just as I thought I could take no more, just as I thought that I would lose my mind and end up killing myself, the damned sword that I had hated so furiously, and at the same time thanked for killing the beast, began to glow. It rose up out of my sheath, and above my head and glowed its signature bright golden glow. It hovered for a few moments, leaving me to stare in awe at it, before it spoke. No, maybe it didn't speak, but a voice was heard, and since I was the only one around, I had no way of telling if all could hear or just me.
"You have vanquished my evil owner in the name of good. For that, as promised you are now the rightful protector of the things sacred."
"But I didn't kill the damn monster for the cause of good! I killed him because he killed Din. And I don't want any part of your 'things sacred'! I've been the guardian of everything for far too long now. I'll be damned if somebody's going to put me through it again!" I was a little more than livid. This pathetic piece of metal dares interrupt me to make assumptions that I did anything for the cause of good, and tells me that I now have a responsibility that I didn't ask for and I'm not going to accept? To hell with that!
"My child you are confused. I can help you with your problem. And I believe that you may want to accept the honor of the things sacred." Okay, this thing was really starting to ask for the welder's fire.
"Okay, let me say it in your terms. First, I don't want any part of you. And second, what in the name of Twinrova are the things sacred?"
"Okay rash one, I can help you and you will want my help. And the things sacred are two items that have been in my family for generations. They would be a wonderful addition to your list." Was this guy persistent?
"Fine. What can you do for me?"
"My little friend, I can restore the life of your dear friend there. But we must hurry, for time grows short." This made me quite speechless.
"You…can restore…Din?" I didn't trust him, but whatever he could do was better than the current situation.
"Yes. And I will if you just let me." I agreed and he went to work.
Post Note: What's this? Can the sword really restore Din? Is it really on the good side? Find out in the next chapter. Sorry for the lack of updating, I got stung on the hand by a wasp, and it's hindered my typing a great deal. But here it is. Aren't I dedicated? Keep it real, ya'll
Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Zelda or its characters. I do, however, own this plot and storyline.
Note: For once in my life, I don't have anything to say except for this. I know that in the game, it's Deku Tree in Seasons, and Maku in Ages, but the booklets are backwards, and I started the story by the booklet, so there you have it.
Every fiber in my body was torn in half. One part of me wanted to morn over Din, and the other wanted to tear into the creature that hurt her with everything I had. It was no longer a matter of the Maku Tree, or returning to my new life, because I now understood that Din was the better part of my new life. All in all, she was the reason that I persisted. And now, because of my stupid selfishness, here she lies, and here I stand. So, my decision was made on the spot. I'd hit the beast of a monster with everything I had.
Proceeding with a fierce battle cry that was reserved inside of me and that hadn't been used for far too long, I attacked. I struck the damned infernal creature with every ounce of power that my puny body could manufacture, and when I wasn't hitting with my sword, I'd ram my shield into him. I jumped and flew around the thing, striking and jumping again, to a different location to hit him before he discovered me. I tired not, only gained strength with each glance that I caught of Din. At this rate, I was sure that the thing could stand forever, but I still kept at it, never stopping. Whenever my rage and remorse subsided enough for me to think rationally, I would consider how in the realm of the living could this thing be so powerful.
But, thought wasn't with me the better part of the struggle, and one minuet I would have hold to an explanation, and the next I would remember what the thing had done, and totally release another tidal wave of wrath upon it. We danced, the murderer and I in an endless volley of hit after hit, dodge after dodge, until it finally happened; the moment that would change the tide of the battle from stalemate to slight hope. Once as I was leaping in a high flip over the thing's head, I felt a poke in my arm. As I looked down, I saw the sword that I had pulled from the chest in the dungeon. I landed and thought for a split second, before I pulled it out, and held it defiantly at the creature.
"How did you get that?!" The thing demanded, "Give it to me, NOW!" I realized that the blade must be important after all, so I decided to keep it.
"You couldn't want this." I said in a teasing voice, before I darted at him in a flash, and sliced at him with his sword. The blade cut through him as easily as my hand through air. His enormous bulk of a body fell to its knees, humble at last. Now, with a realization that I would win, I proceeded to leap into the air, and land with a stab into the back of the thing's neck. Without a bit of resistance from the creature, the blade busted in, making its presents known by the beautiful sound of skin being torn and bone being split.
The thing roared in agony, and for a moment, I was afraid that it would stand up and jerk the sword from my hands. But, he just writhed on the ground, like a snake, performing its last threat, before finally dieing out. Suddenly, I remembered what it had done, and with all possible feeling removed from my being, I removed the sword and started hacking at his body. Slash after slash, stab after stab, I persisted. Slowly but surely, and quite happily I scythed at the body before me. He had died a while ago, I knew that, but I still went on, chopping as if it would ease my pain, and it seemed to. But, all good things must end, and weariness got the best of me eventually, and I had to stop.
Lying before me was a pile of blood, a few pieces of recognizable body parts, and a few other pieces of flesh that I couldn't tell head from foot. Then it hit me. Like a tidal wave in its own of realization, I dropped the sword, and turned to the hill where Din was. My boots were squishy with the blood of the monster, and the blood on my skin was starting to dry, leaving a most unpleasant tightness at the move of a muscle. But I still climbed until I was at Din's side, and for the first time in my life, I wept.
Yes me, strong-as-a-rock Link cried. And not just cried, I, for the first time in my life also, felt totally helpless. I guessed that the Maku tree was back to normal, but I couldn't care less. Din was dead, it was my entire fault, and I was alone again. But then I remembered what the sword said: He who wields this sword in the time of need will become the protector of things sacred. What in the blue blazes did that mean? But, I didn't care. All I could do was wallow in my sorrow and regret.
I kept up this self-bashing for a few hours, all the while crying, and all the while never diverting from Din's side. But, just as I thought I could take no more, just as I thought that I would lose my mind and end up killing myself, the damned sword that I had hated so furiously, and at the same time thanked for killing the beast, began to glow. It rose up out of my sheath, and above my head and glowed its signature bright golden glow. It hovered for a few moments, leaving me to stare in awe at it, before it spoke. No, maybe it didn't speak, but a voice was heard, and since I was the only one around, I had no way of telling if all could hear or just me.
"You have vanquished my evil owner in the name of good. For that, as promised you are now the rightful protector of the things sacred."
"But I didn't kill the damn monster for the cause of good! I killed him because he killed Din. And I don't want any part of your 'things sacred'! I've been the guardian of everything for far too long now. I'll be damned if somebody's going to put me through it again!" I was a little more than livid. This pathetic piece of metal dares interrupt me to make assumptions that I did anything for the cause of good, and tells me that I now have a responsibility that I didn't ask for and I'm not going to accept? To hell with that!
"My child you are confused. I can help you with your problem. And I believe that you may want to accept the honor of the things sacred." Okay, this thing was really starting to ask for the welder's fire.
"Okay, let me say it in your terms. First, I don't want any part of you. And second, what in the name of Twinrova are the things sacred?"
"Okay rash one, I can help you and you will want my help. And the things sacred are two items that have been in my family for generations. They would be a wonderful addition to your list." Was this guy persistent?
"Fine. What can you do for me?"
"My little friend, I can restore the life of your dear friend there. But we must hurry, for time grows short." This made me quite speechless.
"You…can restore…Din?" I didn't trust him, but whatever he could do was better than the current situation.
"Yes. And I will if you just let me." I agreed and he went to work.
Post Note: What's this? Can the sword really restore Din? Is it really on the good side? Find out in the next chapter. Sorry for the lack of updating, I got stung on the hand by a wasp, and it's hindered my typing a great deal. But here it is. Aren't I dedicated? Keep it real, ya'll