The Legend of Zelda: A Silent Cry

Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Zelda. I wish I did, but it's Nintendo who owns this gold mine. The majority of these characters also belong to Nintendo. I'm not making any profit out of this whatsoever, but if you feel the need to congratulate me on my |337 writing skillz (yeah, right) feel free to send money.

Prologue

The heavy rain still poured in torrents, turning the once solid plains into mud. The sun had long since dropped below the horizon, and practically no light was visible as the moon cowered behind the dark rain clouds. Lightning seared the dark sky, casting light upon one frantic figure dashing across the wet field with three others in hot pursuit. Their boots trampled the wet grass into the mud, and the explosive resonated into the air, half-deafening them.

They caught up with him at the canyon, the desperate figure looking over the cliff, with a broken bridge nearby. Trapped. One of the pursuers lifted a bow and armed it with an arrow, pointing it directly at the trapped runner.

"This is it!" he shouted, the rain spattering his face. "It stops here! You haven't got anywhere else to go!" The figure at the cliff side looked downwards, shaking his head, laughing to himself. Laughing.

"You have no idea how big a mistake this is," the man said. "You really have no idea at all."

"All I know is that four people are dead, and all evidence is pointing to you!" the armed man shouted above the noise of the rain. "You might as well give up, I'm not letting you go anywhere! I know what happened!" The thunder boomed once again.

"You don't know ANYTHING!" the man screamed back. He had turned around to face the man with the bow. "If you came to a conclusion like this, you don't know anything!"

"Don't make me do this..."

"You think I'd rather go to Hyrule Prison? No way, buddy. I'd rather die like this. But killing me will make no difference!" he shouted above the thunder.

There was a long pause, and no figure made a noise...only the rain. The armed man spoke again. "Prove it." With that, the man at the cliff slowly placed a hand into his jacket, paused, and pulled out...

That was all the armed man needed. With a scream of anguish, he released the arrow, which flew through the air and pierced through the man's shoulder. With a grunt of pain, he fell to his knees. As blood seeped through his tunic, he looked up at the armed man with desperate eyes, watching him ready another arrow. "No..." he croaked, with a pained voice. The armed man didn't listen, but stared back with an angry, remorseless expression. He fired the arrow, which flew through the man's stomach. His eyes grew wide as he coughed, bringing up blood. Looking up again, realising it was over, the man leaned his weight backwards and let himself fall…

The armed man paused, watching the man he had killed tip over the side of the cliff. For a second, he seemed stunned, before he dropped his head and let tears flow. One of the figures behind him put a hand on his shoulder. "You had to do it."

The large, cloaked figure simply stared, before speaking in a deep and sombre voice. "It is finished." With that, he turned and walked into the darkness, leaving footprints in the soft mud.