Legend Of Zelda: The Five Shiekah
Chapter Five: Triforce of Courage (Part 1)
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am in any way affiliated with the Legend Of Zelda series, nor it's characters and owners. The Legend Of Zelda: The Five Shiekah takes place after Ocarina of Time. It can and probably will contain violence, harsh language, and suggestive dialogue. It also contains what might possibly be the longest run on sentences and filled with the most commas ever in a story. Oh, and all that doesn't belong to the creators of Zelda belong to me. So you can't have them.
A Placebo 'I made it up in the shower productions'©
Princess Zelda looked into the clear night. The sun would be rising soon, but for some reason she could not sleep. She looked down at her hand again, and wondered what her dreams meant. She felt her heart stop.
Her hand glowed deeper this time. Someone… was, or would be happening to Link.
"Do you hear that?" asked Ingo, "Could it be Malon?"
Link put his head to the ground. His eyes widened. "Ingo, get indoors and lock them tight, turn out the lights, now! No one is here, understood?"
Ingo hurriedly nodded, and ran into the house.
Link jumped on Epona. He checked his bow, made from the finest wood of the Kokiri, and the most taut rope of the Gerudo. Then he checked his massive blade, given to him by Big Goron. He had a feeling, just a slight feeling he would need them.
The horns sounded. They came as if from a savage animal, ready for the hunt. As it would seem, it was not that far off.
Link narrowed his eyes around him. He saw men, on horses, coming from all sides. How could they have possibly gotten through their defenses? They must have been the best of the best, undoubtedly not caring for their team mates who where slain in battle, going for the kill, for the riches, the fame… the glory.
None would receive that satisfaction, without a hell of a fight back. Link rubbed Epona, through her horse plates. "Don't worry girl, they plates are coming off soon."
With that, set off.
Link started west south, where there seemed to be fewer men. He would clear them, before they closed a circle before him. He shot an arrow high, signifying he knew of their coming, and rode to meet them.
Immediately two riders broke off, each obviously wanting to claim his head before the other. One steadied a taut bow; while the other raised his blade in the air, ready to bring it down on his neck.
The one with the bow began to open fire, but Epona evaded them, and those that where not bounced uselessly off her armor. Link returned the favor, piercing and arrow into the blade-bearer's neck. Then he took out the Goron sword. Epona took that as meaning to go faster, and immediately, before another arrow could be shot, the archer fell.
However, the other men grew wiser and decided to stay together rather then seek personal glory. The rode in a V formation, with the archers at back, swordsmen in middle, and a lancer at front.
Link fired off half a dozen arrows, managing to take off one archer and swordsmen. Still, the formation stood, and arrows where fired back.
Using the Big Goron Blade again, Link knocked away arrows that threatened to end himself or his steed, and changed direction. He now had them chasing him, gaining ground, with the archers still firing, and more men following from the west and south direction to join in the formation.
The hard hooves beating on the ground made it hard for him to hear the arrows whistling by, the orders being placed by the enemy, and the horns that blew, signifying more where to come.
The worst was yet to start.
Malon was barely conscious. She felt herself floating through the tunnels. A soft white mist blew under her. She could not control herself enough to look down, to notice the slight chanting noise around her.
She was there, but at the same time not. A force beyond herself controlled her, led her, to somewhere she did not know. Yet, it seemed… right.
It was like a strange, wonderful dream.
Link had given up on firing arrows back at his chasers. For one, most all where deflected by their shields, secondly, he could not see where he was going, and thirdly, he could not see men who approached him from his front.
Several from the North broke off, seeking their own glory, to be the one who brought Links head. However, those that approached where shot down from afar by a barrage of arrows, and those that made it through… Had a painful, horrible death, from being knocked down from their horses and being trampled upon by the V formation, or simply decapitated.
Link felt a sharp pain from his side. Taking in a quick breath, he quickly pulled it out and shot it into an archer's neck.
That, however, made him not see the rider approaching.
Impa ran toward the sound. It was a chanting, that was in ancient Shiekan, far beyond her own time.
She ran, but the noises echoed off every path. She ran as blind as a mouse, with not a clue where the cheese was.
Then, she saw the eerie glow. She was not alone, and someone had already gotten to the destination.
Link barely managed to meet the blade, destined for his heart. The momentum of the horses going in the opposite direction caused the Big Goron Sword to take off the man's head. While the other blade went against it and cut right through the armor on Link's arm, effectively making a rather large and painful gash.
In his distraction, Epona was greeted with an arrow above her left leg. She neighed in pain, but continued on, somewhat slower then before.
Link had no choice. He had to retreat to Lon Lon Ranch.
Link ran through into Lon Lon Ranch, narrowly escaping a barrage of arrows, and being closely followed by a few lancers and several swordsmen.
It was better here, Epona was easily at home here, and they where not. Also, there where things to take cover behind from the archers, and Ingo had cleared out the entire ranch of animals into the barn. At least now, Link had a chance.
Epona jumped over the now closed gate, and Link began to loosen his arrows into those damned archers in the back. A few of the blade carriers tried to get their horses to jump over as Link did, but they failed miserably, and was awarded with some arrows sticking piercing their chests.
A smarter swordsman went to the gate and began to smash the lock and chain. Link saw this and loosened an arrow into his neck, but it was too late, and the gate was now open.
Several riders rushed in, and the archers continued to return fire. Epona was about to jump out of there, but then all was lost, for a rider knocked Link right off his steed.
"Running to the light at the end of the tunnel," Impa mused herself, "Oh goddess…"
The seconds dissolved into minutes, which dissolved into hours, but it was hard to tell. The very tunnel she ran in seemed to be separate from time or space. She ran tirelessly, as she did years, and years ago…
What could have been minutes or years later, Impa saw something in the distance. It was a figure, but from this distance she could not tell who or what it was, but it seemed to be… floating…
"Run, Epona!" The steed made no hesitation as it broke free from its captors and jumped right out of the ranch.
No one made a move for the horse. It was too fast, too scared, and was not their quarry. It was the boy. The boy was what they hunted, and the boy was what was worth so much to Daruban. Funny, really, that he turned out to be so young. The boy was not a man yet, but had caused so much destruction to their forces.
Outside the ranch, sounds of battle filled the air. A man, who apparently led the others, told them to not worry about it, and that they had their bounty here, not out there.
Link grinned to himself. Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries. That explained their seeming lack of teamwork, but something troubled Link. What was the real army composed of?
One might think it would have been the easiest thing to do. Dozens of mercenaries, bounty hunters, and ruthless hit men surrounded a boy, no more then sixteen years of age. His quiver empty, the hilt of his blade loosened, and his shield notched and nearly cracked. His chain mail uselessly hung from his body, and now got in the way rather then offer protection.
And yet, this teenager slew many men. He was stained with blood that was not all his own, and his blade had seen the inside of many exposed necks and chests.
No one DARED make a move.
The stand off was almost comical.
It was a girl. Not any girl, but that farm girl Malon. Why was she here? Why does she barely look awake, and even more beckoning was why the girl floated through the air to some strange destination.
The girl had not noticed Impa, or much else, so Impa followed her closely. She wondered where she would end up.
The sounds outside the ranch grew even fiercer. The distress horn was called many times.
Yet, that was not nearly what the hired men cared about. No, it was the boy, or at least, the boy's hand. It was the mark of the Triforce. And it glowed eerily.
Link felt the muscles of his arm violently tighten, and then something very strange happened. His arm was barely under his control. The Big Goron Sword was put back in it's sheathe, which threatened to break from it's hilt anyways.
An archer shot an arrow, straight for Link's heart. Usually, Link would have made a move for his shield, or jumped to the side. But no, not now. Something was different this time.
He quickly pulled out his bow, caught the arrow, and then fired it right back at the archer. It was with such frightening speed and strength, that the arrow actually pierced right through the man's neck, and his head was attached to his neck only by a thin tendon.
After several seconds of standing with it's head threatening to fall off, the corpse fell.
All hell was let loose.
Mercenaries where getting harder to come by as Daruban sent each one that he could find within 10 days of horseback. And that was a lot, especially because of the area they where in.
And then, he discovered the lower races. They where jealous of the higher privileged lives of the higher races, and Daruban turned that jealousy into hate, which grew to rage. He promised the goblins, the orcs, the earthmen, and all that wanted it a life much like the higher races.
Just more canon-fodder.
At long last, Malon reached her destination.
Impa widened her eyes at what she saw. It was a giant monument, and it explained the very existence of the five Sheikah, the guardians of Hyrule. She sighed sadly.
In the center of monument was an amulet.
An expert swordsman tried to slash at Link, but was amazingly stopped mid- slash when Link grabbed his wrist, some how twisted it, then pushed his own sword into his heart. And Link twisted it.
Another arrow flew at him, this time aiming for his head. Link caught it again with the same glowing hand, flipped it around, and then used it to stab a lancer who was charging at him in the neck. He quickly pulled it out, loaded it onto his bow, and loosened it into another's heart.
Quickly losing all courage they once had, the remaining dozen that circled him began to run.
Link picked up a stack of arrows from a fallen archer, took out about 20 arrows, spread them out in his hand about 5 between each finger, and readied them all in his bow.
He fired.
Almost two-dozen arrows where launched, as if from a small garrison of men, into the backs of the fleeing men.
Author's Notes:
I thought I might quit for a while due to lack of reviews, but my mind was nagging me to write a badass battle where Link laid the smack down using the Triforce of Courage. I mean, come on, that silly little triangle has to do something right?
I also thought I might quit off right here, but I haven't even introduced the Reapers vs Link yet, or the struggle between the mercs and the races (except Gerudo which has already been done…) and there has to be the lower races, and the Five Shiekah… and Daruban and Ganondorf…
Oh boy, I might be in here for a while eh? :D
I'd hate to leave it all unfinished like this, but you have no r/r, lots of homework, the pressures of social life…
Eh, I'll do the next one if I feel like I have the time, but reviews would really encourage me ya know… maybe I'll write a horrible, HORRIBLE story, as those usually get the most r/r, amusingly. It's an ego thing ^^
Chapter Five: Triforce of Courage (Part 1)
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am in any way affiliated with the Legend Of Zelda series, nor it's characters and owners. The Legend Of Zelda: The Five Shiekah takes place after Ocarina of Time. It can and probably will contain violence, harsh language, and suggestive dialogue. It also contains what might possibly be the longest run on sentences and filled with the most commas ever in a story. Oh, and all that doesn't belong to the creators of Zelda belong to me. So you can't have them.
A Placebo 'I made it up in the shower productions'©
Princess Zelda looked into the clear night. The sun would be rising soon, but for some reason she could not sleep. She looked down at her hand again, and wondered what her dreams meant. She felt her heart stop.
Her hand glowed deeper this time. Someone… was, or would be happening to Link.
"Do you hear that?" asked Ingo, "Could it be Malon?"
Link put his head to the ground. His eyes widened. "Ingo, get indoors and lock them tight, turn out the lights, now! No one is here, understood?"
Ingo hurriedly nodded, and ran into the house.
Link jumped on Epona. He checked his bow, made from the finest wood of the Kokiri, and the most taut rope of the Gerudo. Then he checked his massive blade, given to him by Big Goron. He had a feeling, just a slight feeling he would need them.
The horns sounded. They came as if from a savage animal, ready for the hunt. As it would seem, it was not that far off.
Link narrowed his eyes around him. He saw men, on horses, coming from all sides. How could they have possibly gotten through their defenses? They must have been the best of the best, undoubtedly not caring for their team mates who where slain in battle, going for the kill, for the riches, the fame… the glory.
None would receive that satisfaction, without a hell of a fight back. Link rubbed Epona, through her horse plates. "Don't worry girl, they plates are coming off soon."
With that, set off.
Link started west south, where there seemed to be fewer men. He would clear them, before they closed a circle before him. He shot an arrow high, signifying he knew of their coming, and rode to meet them.
Immediately two riders broke off, each obviously wanting to claim his head before the other. One steadied a taut bow; while the other raised his blade in the air, ready to bring it down on his neck.
The one with the bow began to open fire, but Epona evaded them, and those that where not bounced uselessly off her armor. Link returned the favor, piercing and arrow into the blade-bearer's neck. Then he took out the Goron sword. Epona took that as meaning to go faster, and immediately, before another arrow could be shot, the archer fell.
However, the other men grew wiser and decided to stay together rather then seek personal glory. The rode in a V formation, with the archers at back, swordsmen in middle, and a lancer at front.
Link fired off half a dozen arrows, managing to take off one archer and swordsmen. Still, the formation stood, and arrows where fired back.
Using the Big Goron Blade again, Link knocked away arrows that threatened to end himself or his steed, and changed direction. He now had them chasing him, gaining ground, with the archers still firing, and more men following from the west and south direction to join in the formation.
The hard hooves beating on the ground made it hard for him to hear the arrows whistling by, the orders being placed by the enemy, and the horns that blew, signifying more where to come.
The worst was yet to start.
Malon was barely conscious. She felt herself floating through the tunnels. A soft white mist blew under her. She could not control herself enough to look down, to notice the slight chanting noise around her.
She was there, but at the same time not. A force beyond herself controlled her, led her, to somewhere she did not know. Yet, it seemed… right.
It was like a strange, wonderful dream.
Link had given up on firing arrows back at his chasers. For one, most all where deflected by their shields, secondly, he could not see where he was going, and thirdly, he could not see men who approached him from his front.
Several from the North broke off, seeking their own glory, to be the one who brought Links head. However, those that approached where shot down from afar by a barrage of arrows, and those that made it through… Had a painful, horrible death, from being knocked down from their horses and being trampled upon by the V formation, or simply decapitated.
Link felt a sharp pain from his side. Taking in a quick breath, he quickly pulled it out and shot it into an archer's neck.
That, however, made him not see the rider approaching.
Impa ran toward the sound. It was a chanting, that was in ancient Shiekan, far beyond her own time.
She ran, but the noises echoed off every path. She ran as blind as a mouse, with not a clue where the cheese was.
Then, she saw the eerie glow. She was not alone, and someone had already gotten to the destination.
Link barely managed to meet the blade, destined for his heart. The momentum of the horses going in the opposite direction caused the Big Goron Sword to take off the man's head. While the other blade went against it and cut right through the armor on Link's arm, effectively making a rather large and painful gash.
In his distraction, Epona was greeted with an arrow above her left leg. She neighed in pain, but continued on, somewhat slower then before.
Link had no choice. He had to retreat to Lon Lon Ranch.
Link ran through into Lon Lon Ranch, narrowly escaping a barrage of arrows, and being closely followed by a few lancers and several swordsmen.
It was better here, Epona was easily at home here, and they where not. Also, there where things to take cover behind from the archers, and Ingo had cleared out the entire ranch of animals into the barn. At least now, Link had a chance.
Epona jumped over the now closed gate, and Link began to loosen his arrows into those damned archers in the back. A few of the blade carriers tried to get their horses to jump over as Link did, but they failed miserably, and was awarded with some arrows sticking piercing their chests.
A smarter swordsman went to the gate and began to smash the lock and chain. Link saw this and loosened an arrow into his neck, but it was too late, and the gate was now open.
Several riders rushed in, and the archers continued to return fire. Epona was about to jump out of there, but then all was lost, for a rider knocked Link right off his steed.
"Running to the light at the end of the tunnel," Impa mused herself, "Oh goddess…"
The seconds dissolved into minutes, which dissolved into hours, but it was hard to tell. The very tunnel she ran in seemed to be separate from time or space. She ran tirelessly, as she did years, and years ago…
What could have been minutes or years later, Impa saw something in the distance. It was a figure, but from this distance she could not tell who or what it was, but it seemed to be… floating…
"Run, Epona!" The steed made no hesitation as it broke free from its captors and jumped right out of the ranch.
No one made a move for the horse. It was too fast, too scared, and was not their quarry. It was the boy. The boy was what they hunted, and the boy was what was worth so much to Daruban. Funny, really, that he turned out to be so young. The boy was not a man yet, but had caused so much destruction to their forces.
Outside the ranch, sounds of battle filled the air. A man, who apparently led the others, told them to not worry about it, and that they had their bounty here, not out there.
Link grinned to himself. Bounty Hunters and Mercenaries. That explained their seeming lack of teamwork, but something troubled Link. What was the real army composed of?
One might think it would have been the easiest thing to do. Dozens of mercenaries, bounty hunters, and ruthless hit men surrounded a boy, no more then sixteen years of age. His quiver empty, the hilt of his blade loosened, and his shield notched and nearly cracked. His chain mail uselessly hung from his body, and now got in the way rather then offer protection.
And yet, this teenager slew many men. He was stained with blood that was not all his own, and his blade had seen the inside of many exposed necks and chests.
No one DARED make a move.
The stand off was almost comical.
It was a girl. Not any girl, but that farm girl Malon. Why was she here? Why does she barely look awake, and even more beckoning was why the girl floated through the air to some strange destination.
The girl had not noticed Impa, or much else, so Impa followed her closely. She wondered where she would end up.
The sounds outside the ranch grew even fiercer. The distress horn was called many times.
Yet, that was not nearly what the hired men cared about. No, it was the boy, or at least, the boy's hand. It was the mark of the Triforce. And it glowed eerily.
Link felt the muscles of his arm violently tighten, and then something very strange happened. His arm was barely under his control. The Big Goron Sword was put back in it's sheathe, which threatened to break from it's hilt anyways.
An archer shot an arrow, straight for Link's heart. Usually, Link would have made a move for his shield, or jumped to the side. But no, not now. Something was different this time.
He quickly pulled out his bow, caught the arrow, and then fired it right back at the archer. It was with such frightening speed and strength, that the arrow actually pierced right through the man's neck, and his head was attached to his neck only by a thin tendon.
After several seconds of standing with it's head threatening to fall off, the corpse fell.
All hell was let loose.
Mercenaries where getting harder to come by as Daruban sent each one that he could find within 10 days of horseback. And that was a lot, especially because of the area they where in.
And then, he discovered the lower races. They where jealous of the higher privileged lives of the higher races, and Daruban turned that jealousy into hate, which grew to rage. He promised the goblins, the orcs, the earthmen, and all that wanted it a life much like the higher races.
Just more canon-fodder.
At long last, Malon reached her destination.
Impa widened her eyes at what she saw. It was a giant monument, and it explained the very existence of the five Sheikah, the guardians of Hyrule. She sighed sadly.
In the center of monument was an amulet.
An expert swordsman tried to slash at Link, but was amazingly stopped mid- slash when Link grabbed his wrist, some how twisted it, then pushed his own sword into his heart. And Link twisted it.
Another arrow flew at him, this time aiming for his head. Link caught it again with the same glowing hand, flipped it around, and then used it to stab a lancer who was charging at him in the neck. He quickly pulled it out, loaded it onto his bow, and loosened it into another's heart.
Quickly losing all courage they once had, the remaining dozen that circled him began to run.
Link picked up a stack of arrows from a fallen archer, took out about 20 arrows, spread them out in his hand about 5 between each finger, and readied them all in his bow.
He fired.
Almost two-dozen arrows where launched, as if from a small garrison of men, into the backs of the fleeing men.
Author's Notes:
I thought I might quit for a while due to lack of reviews, but my mind was nagging me to write a badass battle where Link laid the smack down using the Triforce of Courage. I mean, come on, that silly little triangle has to do something right?
I also thought I might quit off right here, but I haven't even introduced the Reapers vs Link yet, or the struggle between the mercs and the races (except Gerudo which has already been done…) and there has to be the lower races, and the Five Shiekah… and Daruban and Ganondorf…
Oh boy, I might be in here for a while eh? :D
I'd hate to leave it all unfinished like this, but you have no r/r, lots of homework, the pressures of social life…
Eh, I'll do the next one if I feel like I have the time, but reviews would really encourage me ya know… maybe I'll write a horrible, HORRIBLE story, as those usually get the most r/r, amusingly. It's an ego thing ^^