The princess, the princess!
Whispers echoed around the castle, blowing through it like the prelude to a terrible storm. Maids scurried around, stopping to murmur to one another, women covered their children's ears and the men paced worriedly. The whole of Hyrule was dripping in chaos, tears, and whispers.
Impa sat alone and bowed from worry and despair. The stress of her task was beginning to break her even as she sat, clutching the still hand of her princess. Tears ran unchecked down her cheeks and dripped upon the fallen angel of Hyrule.
Flying, I am flying!
He flexed his wings, the white pure wings of an angel as he soared above the peaceful expanses of Hyrule. Something caught his eye and he dove, a trail of white following him down to the target he sought.
Evil red eyes, mighty muscles that rippled under a torn leathery hide, a fanged mouth that curved into a grin that somehow held amusement, hate, and an evil mirth when it should be impossible.
Ganon!
The sword appeared in his hands, he knew the feel of it so well, and it felt and knew him too. He could almost feel is responding to his touch, as his life brought it into being and it's strength kept him in life. So was this never-ending circle he knew so well and loved.
The talons reached toward him, dripping blood and pain.
He drew back his hands, taunt, preparing, ready, matching the hate Ganon had of him, venting rage against rage.
The mouth of Ganon opened wide.
AND HE STRUCK!
He struck for all, sending his heart and soul into the blow of the mighty sword.
And the monster fell, his mouth opening in a silent howl of anger, pain, and a hate so strong that the sword wielder fell back upon his wings, there was a snapping sound and one of his wings was gone.
Gaping at the maimed wing, he stumbled back into a pool of Ganon's blood, felt it burn him, eating away, fear rose in his throat, than pain like no other as his other wing burned away and so he was left wingless and bound to earth.
Tears feel from his eyes, but they weren't clear, they were crimson and thick, tears of blood. And than, right than, he looked up, looked over Ganon's oozing carcass and into something else, someone else. And this someone was more horrible and terrible than his being could handle, the hate and pure evilness that humbled Ganon's rolled over him, surged into him, poisoned his blood and darkened his soul. And his mortal body could not handle the intensity of it all, he exploded.
"Ahhhh!" Link sat up screaming, sweat was dripping off of his face and seeping through his clothes to mix with the dried blood. The Master Sword was at his throat, someone was holding it.
Impa chewed her bottom lip and twisted the handle of her dagger. The stress of being ruler of all Hyrule was too much for her; the townspeople were in a state of panic while the royal guard was immobilized in shock. It couldn't get any worse.
"Lady Impa! Urgent message from the look out at Lost Woods!"
Impa sighed. Maybe it could.
The beast growled as it slunk out of the forest, lights and torches shone at it and were reflected back from its blood red eyes. Saliva dripped from its open maw, a forked tongue flickered out and tasted the sweet smell of fear. The soldier didn't have time to scream, the beast was hungry for blood.
Link found himself looking into the narrowed crimson eyes of a young man. He struggled to speak against the sword pressing against his throat so hard that the blood of life flowing through his veins began to leak out and drip upon the sword. It was strange, to spill his own blood upon the sword that had shed enemy blood so many times in the past. The young elfin boy was aware of the raw cold power pulsating in time with his heart from the sword and for once, felt the terror of being threatened with the Master of all Swords.
"Stand." The other adolescent spoke, his voice was calm and smooth as the velvet sky that spread across the world, it held a deep undertone of strong command. Link stood as if by reflex.
"Look at me."
The young warrior clad in green rose his eyes that sparked like blue lightning and met those scarlet ones that reflected the red of his spilled blood upon the sword. Those red eyes pulsed with the life that ran through Link's veins, the color of a warrior's blood.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, Link straightened, pushing the sword dangerously deep into his life vein so that he could meet the stranger head on. Upon doing so, he immediately cried out and jumped back, forgetting the sword.
"Shei-Zelda?!"
The other young man narrowed his eyes and the look he gave Link, a chaotic mixture of hesitancy, fear, hate, and confusion that churned like a sea of darkness in a storm chilled him, this young man was defiantly not the spirit of Hyrule, there was nothing angelic about those cold eyes.
"Who are you, why are you here?"
Link locked eyes one more with the strange Sheikan.
"I am Link, Hero of Time, Bearer of the Master Sword which you hold. I know not why I am here or how I got here."
"That's what they all say." Came the reply. "You are a stranger, there are enough of your kind,"
Link had no time to react, before he had finished his sentence, the Sheikan warrior had thrown himself upon the Hero of Time, Master Sword drawn.