Hi again! Have you been enjoying my updates? It will continue for a little while longer, at least till the 17th.
Disclaimer: I own everyone from this chapter, except the truth guy.
(A/N: this is going to be from Vescreth's point of view, it is going to be his story. It is technically in the past. I am telling it as It would be told as if It was a separate story, not in quotes. At the end of the side story however, it will return to normal.)
This is the more boring half, but isn't that bad, it will take two chapters so I can prevent from taking too long to update, but, The next half won't disappoint, or your money back! Begin!
WARNING: this will get very violent and slightly sad by the end.
KAKIRIKO VILLAGE, 19,990 YEARS AGO:
I was walking through the village; people were stepping away from me. I hated being half demon, everyone hated me, and the other kids couldn't play with me. My only friends were my mother and father. Every day they would do something with me. But they usually had to go somewhere to sell the crops from our fields. My father had an acquaintance with a man I didn't really care for. He often wore Black and had really light hair, and weird eyes. He didn't seem the bad guy type, but I still got an uneasy feeling whenever I saw him around.
While my parents were away, all I ever did was walk around through the village. I wished people would like me, but I couldn't do anything about it. All I could do was pretend I didn't care. I am ten now. I wish my parents would be home soon, but they usually leave for a few days at a time. My father was a strong demon. My mom was a sweet woman.
Being a half demon didn't affect my looks, but everyone knew I was part demon because of my father. I certainly didn't feel like a demon. My house was a small wooden stick hut, like the others around. There was a house where a man lived down a way past the windmill, he said he could see all of the truth, but not many people believed him. I lied before, I guess he was my friend, he didn't hate me like everyone else, but he didn't particularly notice me unless I visited. He didn't live very far away, just in front of the windmill I lived behind.
I was on my way there. I wanted someone to talk to. Someone actually had the nerve to throw a rock at me. I turned to him, I didn't want to hurt him, and he was only 6. I narrowed my eyes. He cowered back, tears in his eyes. "I'm, sorry..." He said. I walked over, and knelt down. I wasn't very big, but he was pretty small for his age. I patted him on the head, and put on a cheery smile.
"That's okay, but don't do it anymore, okay?" I told him. He looked scared, but nodded, so I backed away. His mother came up to him, picked him up, and carried him away quickly. She was saying something to him, probably to stay away from me. I didn't really care; I've learned not to expect kindness from humans, even though I hadn't done anything to any of them.
My father though, since he was all demon, often killed people who disliked him. Anyway, I arrived at the Truth man's house, and walked in. "Oh, hello Vescreth," He said to me.
"Hello," I replied. He was looking through a bizarre lens with an eye in it. He looked at me, and then back at the lens. I could tell he was busy, but I wanted to know what he was seeing. "What is in there, sir?" I asked politely. My mother taught me manners, so I wouldn't have to be hated by everyone. He looked back at me, a look of sympathy. I knew he felt sorry for me.
"I am viewing your hidden power, I can make your life easier if you'd like, I can teach you to heal, slow down time, and even move forward through it as well, it would be a nice change for you," The man said, smiling. I did like the idea of being able to heal people, and then they wouldn't hate me! I quickly decided, and nodded.
He taught me the basic skills I needed to know first. After the whole day, I learned time travel! I still couldn't heal right, because more often I would kill the target. At least we were using plants, not people, as targets. I couldn't go back in time, but could slow it down hard enough to stop it for quick escapes. I would go back the next day to learn more healing.
THREE DAYS LATER:
I had mastered healing! Unfortunately, I could not use it on demons, or already dead organisms. Training more could correct it, but the next sequence of events would change my life forever.
My parents were back from their selling, and everything was going well, until a very black cloud appeared in the sky. It was completely black, and covered a small portion of the sky. It was glistening. A yellow eye suddenly appeared on the cloud, and it swooped down. Long blades came out of both sides on the front. As it approached the ground, it held it's claws out. I couldn't help but widen my eyes, not only in surprise, but pure shock.
The claws began to slice up and down, and back and forth, butchering almost everyone in the village. I froze. Blood was spraying everywhere. It splashed on my face. I felt horribly sick to my stomach. My father walked out of our small hut with his demon katana in his hand. He looked at me. He then looked back inside. I knew he was looking at mom. He started walking toward the cloud. It's eye turned to him. The area around me was covered in blood, and very depressing.(A/N: He lives in the portion that is now the cemetery.)
The ground was full of remains of humans. I was still frozen. My father put up his sword. the cloud also raised it's defense. My father charged at the cloud, and swung his sword at it with all of his strength. the cloud blocked his swing much too easily. I knew what was about to happen. My father looked back over to me, and smiled slightly. The cloud knocked the sword out of my father's hand, and the sword landed in front of me, along with the sheath.
I looked up from the sword in front of me, and saw the cloud hacking at my father. He was narrowly escaping each attack. I was surprised at my father's speed. But, he could not hold out for long, and was soon slashed across the side, making a deep gash. He winced, but kept dodging again. He was determined, even though he did not have his sword. I wanted to give it to him, but I was too scared to even try to move. My father was hit again, this time, across his left leg, making a deep gash.
He was hit once again on his right arm. Despite the fact that he was soaked in his own leaking blood, he still tried to fight. I silently cried for him to try and get away. I knew of course, he had too much pride to escape. He was moving as fast as he could, but was slowed down severely because of the blood loss. The Cloud made his final move, when father finally gave up trying, and stopped moving.
He stood entirely still. The cloud lunged his left blade directly at my father's stomach. The blade fully pierced him. It came out the other end, soaked completely in blood. The cloud lifted him up while he was still attached to the blade. I began to cry freely, and collapsed to my knees. My vision was so blurry I could not even tell the cloud was still here.
I still cried uncontrollably. I heard my father cry out in pain, and suddenly stop before the sickening slicing sound that ended his life. I turned; suddenly remembering my mother was still in the house. I grabbed my father's sword, and turned to run into my house. I knew this would be the best time to test my time stopping. I stopped time, and quickly ran to my house, grabbed my mother, and ran as fast as I could out of the village. I realized how much strain it was to maintain the time stop. I successfully escaped, My mother over my shoulder.
Even though I was only ten years old, I was half demon, so I was strong for my age, and any age for that matter. I returned time to it's normal flow, and let my mother down. I looked back at the ruins of the village from the bottom of the hill in the canyon. I could still feel my eyes stinging with tears. I saw some spirits escape the wreckage and flow down into the ground. I knew they would never be at peace, and haunt the ground for some time to come.
I turned from the now ruined village and began walking slowly away. The cloud was gone. I held my father's old sword in my hand. "With this, I WILL avenge my father!" I shouted. And my mother and I walked to the nearby Hyrule village, only hoping it wasn't destroyed. I walked in, still covered in blood. People helped us to a nearby inn...
TO BE CONTINUED...
I told you it would get pretty violent. I hope you aren't mad at me... that is why I changed the rating to PG-13... see ya next time, as Vescreth's story is completed, and the normal story resumes!