Children Of Destiny
By Sasammi
Sasammi@hotmail.com
**Revised**
I'm back! Hello happy shiny people, you can't get enough of me can ya? Do you know how many Mistakes I found in this after I uploaded *counts fingers* hundreds, I screamed!! What kind of fool am I! Don't answer that. Hope you enjoy it. It's the wedding day for poor Zelda, but what's this new evil!? I'll say no more. A/N
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, if I did image the money, the money, THE MONEY! And why would I be writing this fic anyway if I were rich? I would make the movie! Do think Brad Pitt would be good as Link or Jack Ryder? A/N
The old arched Tudor streets of Castle town buzzed with excitement. The day they had all had long a waited had arrived at last. In the open market place, blue and red banners hung lifeless from open upper windows and stall rooftops. The gentle people of Hyrule scurried around about their business, the music of trumpets and horns gelled with the nattering of cheery voices. It was a beautiful warm sunny day. Clouds scattered the blue, and pink blossoms filled the air from the grassy temple yard. The grand white chapel (that's the temple of time) was highlighted with cobalt bluebells and sweet smelling roses, Zelda's favourite.
A sinister assembly of black horses with dark riders drew near. They scratched their hoofs on the cobble pavement as they stopped outside.
Inside the beautiful flowers flowed along the pews, pink rose petals disperse along the red carpet. The marble chapel was tall and huge, the large stain glass windows filtered coloured light on to the engraved flooring. Lit candles were situated in the gloomy corners on large carved golden candlesticks. All the nobles were seated in the vast pews and the occasional sob could be heard from the ladies. The old sage stood at the front (Rauru). He stood poised before a blue wall hanging with the royal family symbol on it, no one there except Zelda and Rauru himself knew what lay in waiting behind it.
She stood there at the altar; her silk dress flowed over her body, very flattering. It was an 'off the shoulder' style, trimmed with gold. A full diamond tiara sat comfortably on her head, her hair was pinned back in a bun, the lace veil shrouded her face.
She never smiled. The far walls seemed to cave in on her. The confines of her duty trapped her thoughts, her feelings and herself; such male oppression. With Damien as her King he would rule Hyrule from her shadows, an easy way to gain the throne while making her life a living hell at the same time. Damien had tried to quell the image of her last lover but Link's love for her was burned deep into her memories. She was remembering how she had wept every night alone in her room for the past four months. The fear of his memory fading petrified her to the depths of her soul so she gripped on to it tighter. She squeezed the flowers in her hands making them wilt; the thorns of the roses drew blood. Rauru was the only one who could see the pain in her eyes.
She had behaved strangely during the troubled times. She would stare longingly out the window and slip into a sick fancy to escape the harsh punishing reality, and even Impa couldn't snap her out of it. Afterwards she would always be found in the gardens holding her sapphire heart pendant in her hands; smiling with a tear. Even in her weakened state Damien still found it hard to manipulate her and break her spirit, Link's death didn't have his desired effect. She rolled the pendant, that lay around her neck, in her hand as she stood at the altar.
Rauru began reading the service. This was it, no more hiding in false hopes that Link would be alive and well, and sweep her off her feet. She hated this feeling deep inside and the deed she had to perform later (and that's not murdering him in his sleep!). She didn't love him, she loathed him; murderous bastard! Link's blood stained his hands and his soul. While the rest of the congregation prayed for her eternal happiness she prayed for a blessed miracle to break this 'unholy union'. It was out of her hands now, as if it ever was in them. Her prays would probably go unheard by the Goddesses and destiny would have screwed her over again. An exhausted sigh escape her rosy red lips she and stared up at the multi coloured windows. Rauru addressed the crowd.
"Is there any one here who sees that these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."
-Humph, who would be bold enough to stand up and say...-
"I do." A menacing voice echoed up the aisle.
The masses spun around in the pews. Standing at the large dark oak doors was a young woman about Zelda's age in black attire. She was dressed in leather pants and black boot with brass finishing's. She also wore a tight suede long sleeve jacket, rich with gold embroidery and fastened together with ribbon, collar up. Her cloak that flowed down her back covered most of this. Her crimson hair fell flat against her body, her wavy ragged fringe lay over her brow. Her evil emerald eyes stared up at the altar, she smirked. Behind were three peculiar monks in rough brown cloth, their hoods up. The shards of daylight escaped around there daunting figures. She snapped her fingers and an army of Stalfos marched up the side of the temple inside walls to control the fleeing citizens. The Stalfos were nothing but weary bone, only drapes of stray cloth covered their dignity but they were all heavy encased in brass armour. There was tremendous panic, some screams were let off as people tried to escape capture by these menacing fiends but to no avail. A couple of the King's guards drew their swords and charged on the King's orders but were easily dispatched of by the many numbers of the monsters; Kiro hacked a good few but in the end was detained, so to was the King. The small futile battles didn't last long.
"Citizens of Hyrule," She proclaimed, "if no-one tries to be a hero then you all leave with your lives." She made her way to the altar, the monks followed. Zelda pulled off the lace veil to see who is was approaching clearly. The King roared in outrage.
"What is the meaning of this!?"
"It's none of your Goddesses damn business," she replied. The King drew his sword. She glanced at one the monks over her shoulder, "Serros, take care him could you?" One of the monks pulled down his hood to reveal a sea green scaly lizard creature. The masses gasped as it pulled out a small dagger from its sleeve and in a flash leapt over the pews and held it at the King's throat. He didn't see him coming. The creature frowned at the King with its hot red eyes. He showed no fear. The lizard hissed.
"Now what misstresss? Sshall I play with hiss inssidess?" Zelda gasped. This wasn't what she had in mind; she filled with fury and fear, and clenched her fists. She glared at the woman. With well-placed serge of energy she could use her magic against her but risk the life of these people and her friends. The red head rolled her eyes.
"No, that's not why we're here."
"Oh." The creature sounded disappointed to Zelda's relief.
Damien slipped his hand down to the hilt of his sword and in a whiplash of steel tried to cut his way through the skeletons to the woman. But Stalfo guards soon encircled him; the sword flew from his hands as he felt bony hands grab his arms and shoulders. He snatched himself away but came face to face with one the mystic monks. The monk held another dagger at his throat. It revealed itself as a bulky lizard creature brimming with yellow horns along the jaw line and brow, unlike the other one; more malicious. A Dinalfo. Its name was Reffra. Damien halted and glowered at it. The Dinalfo seemed to smirk and growl in response.
"Who are you?" The King requested.
"Me? I am Zenia Dragmire, Princess of Darkness," She gave a little bow, "Ganon's daughter." The tension in the room rose with the breath of his name. The King didn't move; he was stunned. It seemed that evil had returned again in force, and without their champion.
-It couldn't be…could the rumours be true? –
"I heard about you," He muttered "gathering an army in the Far East, and now you're here all grown up and following in you're fathers doomed footsteps." She scorned him.
"I am not!" She sneered. Her whole body shook with anger "Who are you to judge me?!"
"You invaded my land!!" He snarled. She looked a little startled and then gave out a small hearty laugh.
"Invaded? Invaded! Huh, I am merely here on a quest for the good of everyone," she waved her arms towards the people, "and I suppose I could of Just asked for your co-operation, hmm?"
"Anything to avoid war."
"War! My Goddesses, we do overreact, I'm not here for war!"
Zenia's dark aura hit Zelda as odd. She had grown to know Ganon in the past all to well and in his slimy presence, his darkness and cold heart made her feel physically sick, but hers seemed chilling, menacing and yet calming. A good evil, if there is such a thing. Zelda then felt a pair of disturbing eyes burning in her back. She turned slowly so not to alert the Stalfos standing close at her side. The third monk, the most slender and taller of the three, was staring at her with a yearning eerie glare. She was shaken and worried, what did it want with her? She would of felt a little safer if she could see the creatures face but the dark hood shadowed it. What hideous monster hid beneath she couldn't really tell. She didn't want it feel like it was succeeding in intimidating her so she stared back fiercely. It broke its intense stare and looked away quickly as soon as it realised she knew. It slowly glanced back up to see if she was still watching and then looked down at its feet and started to fumble around with its sleeves nervously.
-What a strange creature! Maybe its stare wasn't with an evil intent. Weird, I'm sure I've seen someone else do that before.- She looked of at Damien who was trying to keep his superiority among his new found friends. –No way.-
The Stalfo jabbed her in the arm to gain her full attention and gave her a punishing stare. The arguing voices grew louder, they were still bickering. Her fathers face was going red again. He always got like this, stubborn fool. She felt the eerie stare again. She turned around. Its eyes were warmer now and she felt that was a smile there too. She felt that this one wasn't a creature of evil like the others.
"I deal my men with compassion and not fear like my father!" Zenia yelled.
"I believe we call that brainwashing my dear!!" He hollered. The lizard dug the knife in his throat to close his mouth.
"Sshut ya mouth!" Zenia couldn't bear to look at him any longer.
-Ignorant fool.-
She stormed over to the altar where Zelda stood; the third monk hastily followed her. Zenia put her hand on Zelda shoulder and pushed her aside sending her flying into the arms of Impa.
"Move Blondie!"
"Was that necessary?" The monk whispered, she ignored it.
It ocean blue eyes meet hers as it walked on by; she saw something deeply familiar about them. It dropped its harsh bag on the floor from its shoulder with a thud and with a clang of metal inside. Zenia placed her hand on the oak wood surface of the altar and stroked it. In one massive swoop ripped up wood from the altar and threw it across the room along with the candles on top and revealed the stone tablet underneath. This was the first time people other than the sages saw what hidden secrets were engraved beneath. The monks' hands delved into the bag and started to pull out three large objects, all the size of its hand. One was an emerald in a coil of gold, a tulip shaped ruby and three sapphires clasped together in gold (go on, take a wild guess at what those are!). Zelda instantly knew the power of these three objects and now Zenia's true intensions, breaking the seal to the other realm. Zenia began placing them in the hallows in the correct order. She waited for something to happen and quickly grew impatient. She snapped around to the monk and gestured him to continue. It sighed. It delved in to the bag one more time and pull out a blue ocarina, Zelda's. She had given at ocarina back to Link for safe keeping as a child several years ago. It placed it on its soft lips and played, the song of time.
A rush of adrenalin coursed though Zelda's blood. Only she knew that song and...
-No, it couldn't be!-
The delicate breezy notes echoed off the hard walls and tough wooden beam. The monk began to glow a subtle blue as the power of the song increased. As the notes rose up to the painted ceiling it hit the angelic female and male statues from the dark pillars. They came to life with a stir and move around their creaky joint. All of them began to hum the heavenly tune. They all turned and started singing a charmed spell and watched the monk and waited, so did the audience in a creepy silence. These figure coming to life scared everyone even the shaky skeletons looked around bemused. Zelda's eyes were always on the monk in front of her.
-It doesn't make sense!? How? Why?-
A coil of cool air blew around the monk and a fleck of blonde flick out from under the hood. The more the notes deepened the more the Tri-force of courage glow on the back of its hand and the Tri-force on the wall above filled the room with light as the glow became stronger. There was a doubt in her mind who this man was now. The door of time pulled apart with a monstrous rumble and roar that shook the earth and ripped the wall hanging clear apart and off the wall, snapping the wooden beam into splinters. When at last the song was finished man and monster gaped in ore at the secret chamber in all of its splendour. Inside lay a splinter of silver mounted in stone. The open clear glass window flooded the room with pure light. The monk dropped the ocarina from its lips to approach the new opening.
Zelda stood in disbelief and then abruptly made a grab for his hand. The dark figure froze in terror, it's eyes fixed forwards. She slowly placed her other shaky hand on the back of the hood and snatched at the rough cloth. The whole room hushed to silence and was so rapidly replaced with suspicious mumblings. Link looked straight into her eyes with mixed emotions through his golden longs. She wasn't supposed to know it was him. He felt he'd betrayed her. He was her life long friend and now... He snatched his childish eyes from hers' and squeezed them firmly shut, she wouldn't understand. This wasn't how he'd planned it.
Her eyes were mystified; she was overwhelmed with joy yet she questioned everything about him and yet also anger. He couldn't bear for her to look at him like that.
"YOU!!" The King yelled, he seemed as confused as Zelda, but also angered. "So you've sided with them?!" He stood pointing at the Stalfos. He shifted in his direction.
Link was too crestfallen to answer instead he looked down at the floor in despair; the King of all people wouldn't listen to reason.
"You've turned your back on your country, boy!!"
"You wouldn't understand." He whispered harshly. Serros moving the edge of the blade across his gullet silenced the King again.
"Ssshut it! I can't sstand the ssound of your voiccce!!" Serros was getting restless, his scaly tail swished around wildly out of the back of his cloak as he tapped the pads of his feet on the cold floor.
Damien refused to accept what he saw; he killed this prissy boy with his own hands, how? His profound fear soon turned to blazing anger, as it always does. Murmurings of the crowds soon grinded to a halt.
Kiro couldn't believe what he saw. He wheezed relieved and yet was troubled for own comrade at the same time. He knew him as well as a younger brother and Link was hiding something or was ashamed, maybe it's the alliance he had made with this new evil.
Link gradually looked back at Zelda, timidly. Zelda stared deep into the windows of his soul with her crystal sapphire eyes. He was distressed. He was shaken too. It seemed the rough trip back had taken a lot out of him but somewhere in there, his radiant innocent personality shone through. This was a magnificent miracle, but what were the costs? Was Link to side with evil as payment for his new lease of life? There was something amiss in his eyes. She inched forwards to him. Her head told her not to trust him but despite these irritating feelings her heart longed for him still, nothing seemed to matter to her anymore, he was back. He couldn't bring himself to smile. She slowly reached out to touch his face. He hesitated suddenly but once he understood her noble intentions he gripped her hand and guided it to his skin. The evidence was there in her hands. She cried tears of joy.
"How?" She murmured.
"I…I'm sorry Princess." He spoke softly, "but I can't tell you the truth yet." He gently stroked her face as always did. He could see her uncertainty in her face, he wanted to prove he still loved her and that he was still himself.
"Link, don't do it." She whispered but her words were stern. He heaved a sigh.
"I must." She dropped her head and closed her eyes in dismay. She felt his warm hand lift up her chin, she opened her eyes, he was smiling at her nervously. "There's nothing to worry about princess."
He wiped the tear from her face. How she missed his soft touch. Her rosy lips enticed his hunger. He leaned forward to her to deliver a loving kiss. Damien struggled forwards in fury.
"C'mon!!" Zenia was standing behind the altar in the newly opened door way. "Come on lover boy!!" He glared at her. "Sorry, am I ruining a tender moment?" She always spoke in a mocking tone. Link sighed again and mumbled some insult under his breath. She noticed him scuffling around with his sleeves. He turned to the Princess again and whispered in her ear.
"Take this, it explains all." He slipped the blue ocarina into her slim hands. She glanced down at the ice blue instrument. Stuffed inside the mouthpiece was a piece of torn brown paper. He started to walk over to the new chamber. She pulled at his hand and he paused momentarily. He smiled briefly and pulled his hand away. As he walked by her he never took his sorrowful eyes off her. His feet dragged up the stone slabs steps. At the top of the red-carpeted stairway at lend behind the altar he came face to face with Zenia. She rolled a piece of ribbon between her finger and thumb. He scowled at her; she just looked smugly at him.
"Well? Are you going to do as you promised me?" Zelda stood to attention and looked up at them both.
-Promised?-
"You had my word, but is really worth the cost of my friendship with these people?"
She rolled her eyes again. It seemed to her he'd asked that question of her over and over again and had grown tired. She flicked her red hair and put her slender slim hand on her hip and scrutinized at him.
"You can leave if you like?" She mocked.
Link had the feeling that maybe this was what it was likely arguing with a mother!
"But if you did leave now then who knows what horror will be released later on to the undeserving people in the future and you know he will only come back generations later and…" He stared back at the princess; he wanted to protect her and her future children, no matter what it took.
"I've heard this all before, I understand if you have nothing new to say… I'm going."
Zelda didn't hear the rest of the words they had spoken but she could see the superior grin on her face. Zelda frown, it appeared she had bent Link's will. Could she trust him now?
He walked alone into the newly formed dark wide yet low passage into the wide-open room, the only sound to heard was the tok of his own steps. As entered the ray of daylight stretched across the grey floor. He scanned the silent room. The domed roof was dead still, cob webs loomed in the rafters. He could hear the chirpy song of birds outside the half open window 6 feet above his head. He stopped to listen to it for a while. It had been years since he'd seen this tired dusty room. He thought back then it was his last time he would lay eyes on it but destiny hadn't planned it that way. Rauru by this point was becoming particularly worried. The sweat flowed off his forehead. What was the hero of time trying to prove by breaking the seal to the sacred realm, all of Hyrule would pay dearly if he would go through with his foolish act. He never thought that it would come down to this, the betrayal of the nations' hero. He roared the words "Lingarta" and broke free from the Stalfo with a beckon of light and bolted up the stairs after him. Link wrapped each course finger around the ridged purple handle and placed the other hand firmly on top. He eye closed his eye and breathed deeply. He suddenly felt a second pair of cold weathered hands crushing his own. He opened his to find himself staring in to the wrinkled face of a very troubled man.
"Hero of time, what are you doing?" His voice was grave and also weary.
"Rauru, trust me it's for the best."
"Over my dead body will you pull this sword!" Link cringed, this was a good and kind man but he found that explaining his actions to him would only lead to arguments.
"Rauru, stand back." He ordered. And with that he pulled with all his might the sword from the stone. Rauru flew back across the room with the force of the blue lightening. Link became absorbed by the power. The whole temple began to shake again, the congregation let out screams of horror as piece of ceiling crashed in the aisle. The flowing blue light seemed to grow and consume the whole chamber in a wave of energy. When the light had reached the inner walls over the chamber it quickly reseeded, Link collapsed into a hump on the floor; panting. The Master sword was left in his left hand, the meandering ancient Elven inscription glowing electric blue (I'm sorry Frodo but your sword is soooo cool). Link, drained, steadily brought himself to his feet. He noticed a glint in the corner, through his hazy vision he pictured a mirror on the back wall that he hadn't seen before. Zelda saw him staggering and limping towards the unnatural glow. She darted up the stairs to him and pinned Zenia back to the wall with a mighty push. She tenderly put her arm around his neck and wrapped his arm around hers and tried to help balance him. He turned his bleak face to her and smiled. She'd love him no matter what he did, but what influence did this Zenia hold over. His behaviour was odd, maybe her hero had at last fall but in to the arms of another women? No, never. Impa soon came rushing in afterwards to help the princess, as were her duties.
"Impa, stay back, I'm fine." Impa stopped dead in tracks.
"Thank you." Link started to pull away from Zelda and stood up right on his own two feet. He smiled at her again.
Zenia walked by them all sombrely. She paced towards the oval gold-bordered mirror and paused in front of it. She saw her own perfect reflection in it, from head to toe, and yet as she approached it, it appeared that on the other side of the mirror there were clear blue skies, lush green pastures with flecks of red. There was breeze there to as she felt its cold air brush her cheeks. She placed her hand on what she believed was glass only find it was water but not moist. She snatch it back, the image was partly distorted by the ripples. Her hand was fine, but no drop of water on them. She slowly put her hand to the glass again, scared to touch it.
"No..." A weakened voice called out, Rauru was getting up nurturing the small pain in his ribs, "you can't."
She looked at him with some sympathy and then turned back into a harsh stare.
"You don't know what you talking about you old fool."
She pushed her whole body against the glass and disappeared through it. Zelda watch her vanish in horror.
"Rauru we must do something!"
"It's too late now." He stumbled over to Link, "and it's all your fault."
Link tried to plea with his eyes but to no avail. He span around and left the chamber in disgrace.
"Don't you turn your back on me boy!" Rauru called, "Do you know what you've done? Now evil will prevail!..." Rauru coughed. Link tried not to listen as the old sage continued his ravings. He wasn't right, he told himself, this time he had to be wrong. Zelda tried to calm Rauru down but he was too angry to listen.
"Do you hear, Ganondorf will strike you down, he will strike us all down now!"
He felt terrible. No one there could really understand the pressure he was under and sadly not the princess neither no matter how much she loved him. A million questions ran through his head, why had the goddesses allowed this? How had she gotten the better of him? These past few days in her keep had been stressful. All those evil powers in one place overwhelmed his senses and the sickening thing was he growing accustom to it and making new friends among them. It seemed to him she had planned and waited for this event for years but this wedding got in the way of her plans, even though he was thankful that Zelda wasn't going to be forced to live with that monster. Zenia kinda enjoyed it also, causing mayhem while doing this. She craved power like her father but she earned it in different ways. Such forces played on him while he was with her. Link began to understand the dark mind while with her or maybe that was how she brainwashed people like the King yelled earlier.
-Am I evil? No, I couldn't be! I still feel, feel remorse for my actions, as long as I hold on to that I'm still me. I think. Goddesses help me. I do owe her ... my life. I hope, I hope I'm doing the right thing.-
He walked out of the wide corridor into the multi coloured light of the windows as he entered the main room. The Dinalfo looked up at his dreary face.
"As she gone?" His husk voice croaked.
"Yes, she's gone."
"Yesss!" Serros's laughter was muddled by the hissing from his fork tongue. Link sat down the carpeted step, fumbling around with his hands.
-Maybe Rauru is right. I could be brainwashed, no, but ... - His sword lay at his feet. There was more pressing needs than his personal moral problems.
"But if she's not out in a couple of minutes then I'm closing the door of time." The army of skeletons stirred and mumbled rude remarks about their new friend. Zelda grew more confused about Link's loyalties as she exited the secret chamber holding the exhausted Rauru with her sagely friend Impa. Rauru wheezed as he stumbled out, he soon collapsed exhaustion.
"What!" Serros shrieked, "but my misstresss would be sstealed in insside!"
"Well if she's not back by then, then something has bad as happened within the realm. This was what we planned." He murmured.
"We? You exxxcluded me?"
"Yes Serros," Raffra growled, "because you like all lizardfos think like cowards and with your swords and not your, ahem, brains." Serros's reply was delayed.
"Arrre you insssulting my intelligents'!!" The lizard screamed.
"You need an intelligents' to be insulted!" The Dinalfo snorted. Serros flared in anger
The whole time the Stalfos were roaring deafening laughter at Serros expense, Damien was eyeing his fallen sword lying only a few feet away. While the looming fiends were distracted he decided that this was his chance. He impulsively snatched free of the Stalfos skeletal icy grip and dived into the shadows. He tumble rolled, his hand felt the steel under his fingers and arose from the darkness welding his sword; a wicked smile crept across his face. Reffra received and dreadful blow to the side and fell to the floor. With footwork like lightening he struck down many of the nearby Stalfos in one fowl swoop. The laughter ended and war cries arose. The assaulting skeletons fell under his splendid blade. The crowd of 'on looking' people watched his skill as milky bones crashed to the floor and burst into jade flames with disturbed cries, they didn't know whether this man was a hero or a target for merciless monsters but all innocent eyes lay on him. Link quickly got to your feet and grabbed Zelda and pulled her behind him. The King could see that he was fool to try and win a fruitless battle against an army but he was now able to stop his madness. He drew his word and lunged that the lizard beast. Serros squealed and defended, he leapt away into the shadows. Kiro flowed his King's wake and attacked several of the Stalfos with brute force and punches until his found his way to his sword. An all out war broke lose it the chapel. The walls echoed the cries of man and breast as the struggle continued. The people began to panic once more and tried to flee the building.
Once the way was cleared for Damien the only object between him as his perfect future was him. Link took her hand and pulled her to one side and pushed her against wall, his large hand pinned her arm down at her sides. She looked at him emotionless. He looked down at the heart pendant around her neck, -she remembered-, he closed his eyes.
"Princess please don't move from here, do you promise me ... princess …... Zelda?"
He slowly lifted his heavy head and looked at the princess. If he hadn't looked up that moment to see the horror in Zelda's eyes Links would of meet another chilling end. He spun around and lifted the master sword in defence as Damien struck a blow from above. The battle commencement. The clash of steal echoed throughout the hall. His gorgeous lush blonde locks tossed in the air and his expression became almost emotionless. The edge of his sword dripped with red ooze, Damien smudged the smear of blood on his face. Link lived for the heat of battles, they were his awful nature. Damien only used violence has method of requiring power of men, like the entire bloodline of tragic King's before him. Damien's thirst for revenge drew the battle into the pews. The people panicked and flocked. In haste many tripped over the debris and even the pew themselves. The princess couldn't breathe; if Link died again it would destroy her for good. The great hall echoed with the clashing of cold steel. Each one of Damien swipes were ruthless and bloodthirsty. Link swift, cunning and calculated moves annoyed Damien and his swings became angrier. Damien torn at the brown robes and splashes of blood speckled across the floor. Link immediately nursed the new small wound on his ribs. She gasped. He began to draw deep breaths. Damien lowered his weapon and sniggered,
"Huh, too fast for you street rat? You could never compare to my skill." He panted.
Link face crumpled with anger and he struck again. Zelda could see that with each hard-hearted blow Link was becoming weaker, the event previous had exhausted him. They charged at each other, guards down, swords dawn. Their blades entangled, a struggle for power.
"I told you before, rat, she's my princess and the likes of you could never show her true happiness!"
"Your wrong, she loves me."
"Love? She could never love you! You are confused! it sympathy, just plain sympathy. Do you really think she could ever truly love you? Then you are a fool!"
Link was starting to buckle under his weight. His knees started to weaken. Damien sneered through the blade and kicked Link's feet from under him. His back smacked against the cold unforgiving stone. As he opened his eyes he could see through the pain his awesome bade fall towards his neck. Zelda tried the scream but no sound came out. Link rolled out as the blade scratched the hard floor. Zelda ran to them both. She tripped over he dress from time to time but she couldn't stand back and watch her only love die again. She knew she was being a fool for trying. Damien rose to deliver another strike to purge him. The razor edge ripped through delicate flesh; sparkled crimson droplets grace the air. The princess body fell hard to the floor with a pound.
The room fell quite, and for that moment as the King and rebelling guards stopped their fighting, the Stalfos took back control. The fleeing people were stopped. Angry Stalfos blocked and shut the doors with a boom and rounded the people back into the pews like flocks of mindless sheep.
Damien gaped as his tragic mistake. Link trembled with guilt and fear; his sword fell to the floor and the noise rang out across the hall.
-Why didn't she listen!-
Damien bowed towards her. Link scampered to her; he pushed Damien brutally aside on to the harsh floor. He lent of her and slowly cradled her in his arms. His whole body shook. The seeping gash wound was on her right arm. She opened her eyes and showed a smile. He choked in laughter. She sat up quickly before releasing the pain.
"Ow." She gripped the side of her arm. Link ripped up the edge of his sleeve and wrapped it tightly around the redden silk. She heaved in pain. He felt to blame but was also angry with her, she never listened to him.
"It will hurt, but I did tell you to stay." He tried to stay anger with her but she kept on smiling. He was cute, especially when he panicked or angry or flustered. Her mind drifted to the future now they had one. She couldn't help herself but to care about what lay beneath his garments.
"I'm the one giving the orders around here," she moved closer to his ear and whispered, "your not my husband yet." He blushed and smiled shyly.
He felted the firm clasp squeezed around his neck and dragged him to his feet. Damien pinned him to the pillar. His ice eyes burned the back of his skull. His well-kept tresses then draped over his eyes.
"Stay AWAY from her!" His choking grip tightened. The King came running to his daughter's aid.
"Damien!! Stop it!!" She shrieked but was quickly shut up by her father's hand. She tried pulling away but her father's huge grip prevented her moving.
Damien felt the sharp jab of cold steal in the base of his neck.
"Release the boy." Reffra slumped there holding his side, his robes covered in scarlet blood. Damien dropped him. Link stifled for air.
"Traitor." He whispered.
The room slowly returned under the control of evil.
The clap of metal heels slowly replaced the new found silence as a slender figure entered the chapel chamber.
"I'm back!" A merry voice lit up the air, Zenia stood at the open passageway brushing a glowing red ruby rose against her pale cheek. "Miss me?"
Well what do you think?. I know Zelda may seem weak so far but she have her moments in the up coming chapter/s. I may take along break over Easter to get my writing up to scratch ,hmm chocolate, the smoother of all setbacks. Ohh and don't worry about poor Linky-poo his problems will be smoothed out with a nice juicy lemon with guess who... ahh c'mon it's not that hard!!