The Shadow of Anguish

Chapter II: Fearless Warrior

The fingers of sunlight woke him that morning, and he rubbed his eyes lazily. He poured himself milk for breakfast, as that was all he had time for. He grabbed his old dusty sword and swung it into the air as best as he can; his muscles were weary. Even after such little use, the bronze gleam shined like a topaz. Suddenly, he grabbed the sword in two hands, and dragged it near his bed. He saw the mask in the bag and he scowled very oddly, in the way that symbolized he had once wanted it and now wished it never existed. He then reversed his grip on the sword, somewhat like a two handed dagger, and thrusted it down upon the mask. The mask cracked somewhat, dividing it into two (almost equal) halves.



He then picked up his left feel from the ground, and quickly stabbed at the two halves, dividing them into fourths. Fourths. He knew what he had to do.

"Give me the mask."

A lone figure stood at his door, he stood in a shadow. No doubt he was tall, almost to the tiptop of the door itself. He also wore a red cape, which he draped over him like a trophy. His wild eyes stared towards the swordsman, and he squinted with disappointment.

"Give the mask to me, Link. You know very well who I am. Do not be frightened. Just give me the mask and you will die with less pain.

The figure smirked.

The lone swordsman, Link, dressed in a worn tunic slowly turned towards the man. His eyes went white and wide, but he then squinted. He smiled.

"Gannondorf."

"That is my name, as I am told. And Link, yours? Surely not Link! Such a silly name"

"My name is Link, that it be. Ye not have reason to doubt myself, eh? I am a savior. I am a hero.."

Link's smirk shattered.

"I am a murderer. I am a... fool."

"Aye, that be true! You have much to learn, Link."

Link clutched his sword tightly and charged towards Gannondorf, letting out such a cry of pain and fanaticism that it pierced the strongest ears, and at the tip of his sword sparks flew, bolts appearing and ripping through the air. Gannondorf smiled, and extended his arm. He then flicked his wrist up, laughing, his palm towards Link. He then clenched his fist, and Link immediately stopped, the shock disarming him, his sword flying directly at Gannondorf, ripping his cape. Gannondorf quickly frowned, raising his arm and Link levitating as if it was chained.

"Such a pity a hero has to die like this."

Link smiled. "It will not end as soon as you think." Link struggled in the air, and finally his arms ripped backwards and he yelled, a blue aura surrounding him.

"Ha! Such foolery Link. I had planned for such 'magic'!"

Gannondorf snapped his fingers, and everything was black. A light flashed, 3 times and then was permanently on. It was a rocky, wooden arena, like a forest in the night. Link appeared near a large stone. No one was near him. Good. Link then noticed how tall he was, and the Master Sword now in his hand. He begin walking in the forest, vigilantly searching for the tall man, Gannondorf. He walked behind two trees, and looked up. He smiled as two squirrels danced around the branch, and quickly turned his head back. A large black luminous light from the distance caught his eye, it was growing larger and larger in front of him. Then he realizing it wasn't growing bigger, but it was coming for him!

Link dashed to the side and jumped, nearly missing the wake of the Black shadow explosion.

'Very nice, Link'

"What?! Who is there?"

'It's me Link. I cannot believe you do not remember.'

"Sa... no... that is impossible. Saria?!"

'That is who I am. Watch your neck. It should be crushed.'

Suddenly Link rose slowly up from the ground, the giant Gannondorf clutching the poor boy's neck as tight as possible. Gannondorf laughed. Link grabbed at his neck frantically, trying to pry himself loose. In a minute he probably would die. Gannondorf was not letting go... His shiny black armor making it even worse for Link, struggling to survive. Link then quickly reached into his pocket, grabbing 3 small Deku nuts. He then crushed them in his fist, light beamed exploding between the crevices of his fingers. He then opened it quick in the mans face where his eyes met his nose. The man winced and let the boy go, gasping for air. The boy wheezing and coughing, but quickly ripped the Longshot that was within his tunic. He remembered all his tools from before he had come to Termina. He quickly shot the hook at a nearby tree canopy, leading him into the darkness of leaves. He knew he would never win on force alone. He had to use his mind. And he had a plan.

The plan.