Hell
I just got a sudden burst of inspiration for another chapter to this. Morbid me, huh? Am on writing roll today I suppose...
Link is slipping into insanity ever more quickly, and here are his musings.
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The Tri-Force. It's just three bloody golden triangles. And yet it ruined my life. How you ask?
Maybe your first question should be 'who are you?' Because then at least you'll know that the one you address should probably have no right whatsoever to grouch about destiny or what life dealt. Of course not; most would think I did not even have the brains to do so. After all the knocks and beatings I received over the years, it's not surprising really - even I am sometimes surprised that I didn't get some permanent brain damage.
Mind you, the way I'm talking, maybe I did.
I'm Link, Hero of Time. This is yet another of my nightmares - it isn't as bad as most. All I will do is explain to the people - being you - just how my life is completely ruined and torn to shreds, you will all yell at me and laugh at me as a fool, and then I shall awake. That's how it always is...
Goddesses, I hope you're listening to this mortal's dreams! By darkness, I hope you are! You RUINED me, do you hear? RUINED! I'm not even a boy in a man's body anymore.
I'm a monster waiting to burst out on the world.
Curse you three - curse you three beautiful, wonderful creatures. Damn you for being strong enough to survive unscathed. Damn you for making *me* strong enough to survive. And damn you for taking that accursed triangular mark from me. because now I don't even have that false braveness to hide under.
I am a coward. I know it now.
And I blame it all on those triangles! Some geometric shapes ruined my life.
Ahahahaha, how insane I sound. Though maybe I am. It's hard to tell what's sane and what isn't anymore. It's even hard to tell when I'm dreaming or not anymore. Often I am just walking around this dreary palace, and I will see *his* face, laughing from beyond.
*He* got to die, so why can I not? What did he do to deserve such a gift? What must I do to get it?
Simple answer, you will say.
Just jump off of that balcony over there.
Do you think I have not tried? Watch this... You see, the whole dratted tower is clothed in magic - I cannot jump - I can barely get near the window without feeling the distinct urge to collapse onto the floor and twitch intermittently as the magic washes over my unclean skin and soul.
Unclean.
Murky and muddy and terrible and awful. That's me. I scare the people now - I terrify Zelda. And I doubt I shall ever see my son by Malon - not if she knows what will be good for him. It is best he doesn't even know who his father is.
For who wants to hear that their father is a lunatic burnt out old hero?
I know I didn't want to know when I was told that...
For, if he knows, then the cycle will repeat. Another evil will take the Tri-Force...and the Tri-Force of Courage will go to the next in my bloodline...
As it has been since the dawn of Hyrule's time.
Cursed land.
Cursed magic.
And Time...that is the root of all of this. All-consuming, merciless time. I hope it will consume me soon, long before my expected time.
The servant comes soon. They had better have the knife, or it will be another over the balcony. I cannot fall...but they can.
...
No knife? Oh dear, my poor child. Over you go.
You say you don't want to die? Watch yourself go...
...and over they go, to splatter bloodily on the ground. I smile at the sound and the sight, before the magic drives me back. Death is so beautiful... I'm sure I would make a wonderous corpse, if only I were allowed my sword back!
...
Tri-Force - I call upon your cursed powers to control Time, and kill me.
Do it. NOW!
Now...now...do it!
...
And I awake, sweating and shaking, in my bed, in my room, and I look around me. I am alive - and it is hell.
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Come along fans of morbidity - review me!
Soda
I just got a sudden burst of inspiration for another chapter to this. Morbid me, huh? Am on writing roll today I suppose...
Link is slipping into insanity ever more quickly, and here are his musings.
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
The Tri-Force. It's just three bloody golden triangles. And yet it ruined my life. How you ask?
Maybe your first question should be 'who are you?' Because then at least you'll know that the one you address should probably have no right whatsoever to grouch about destiny or what life dealt. Of course not; most would think I did not even have the brains to do so. After all the knocks and beatings I received over the years, it's not surprising really - even I am sometimes surprised that I didn't get some permanent brain damage.
Mind you, the way I'm talking, maybe I did.
I'm Link, Hero of Time. This is yet another of my nightmares - it isn't as bad as most. All I will do is explain to the people - being you - just how my life is completely ruined and torn to shreds, you will all yell at me and laugh at me as a fool, and then I shall awake. That's how it always is...
Goddesses, I hope you're listening to this mortal's dreams! By darkness, I hope you are! You RUINED me, do you hear? RUINED! I'm not even a boy in a man's body anymore.
I'm a monster waiting to burst out on the world.
Curse you three - curse you three beautiful, wonderful creatures. Damn you for being strong enough to survive unscathed. Damn you for making *me* strong enough to survive. And damn you for taking that accursed triangular mark from me. because now I don't even have that false braveness to hide under.
I am a coward. I know it now.
And I blame it all on those triangles! Some geometric shapes ruined my life.
Ahahahaha, how insane I sound. Though maybe I am. It's hard to tell what's sane and what isn't anymore. It's even hard to tell when I'm dreaming or not anymore. Often I am just walking around this dreary palace, and I will see *his* face, laughing from beyond.
*He* got to die, so why can I not? What did he do to deserve such a gift? What must I do to get it?
Simple answer, you will say.
Just jump off of that balcony over there.
Do you think I have not tried? Watch this... You see, the whole dratted tower is clothed in magic - I cannot jump - I can barely get near the window without feeling the distinct urge to collapse onto the floor and twitch intermittently as the magic washes over my unclean skin and soul.
Unclean.
Murky and muddy and terrible and awful. That's me. I scare the people now - I terrify Zelda. And I doubt I shall ever see my son by Malon - not if she knows what will be good for him. It is best he doesn't even know who his father is.
For who wants to hear that their father is a lunatic burnt out old hero?
I know I didn't want to know when I was told that...
For, if he knows, then the cycle will repeat. Another evil will take the Tri-Force...and the Tri-Force of Courage will go to the next in my bloodline...
As it has been since the dawn of Hyrule's time.
Cursed land.
Cursed magic.
And Time...that is the root of all of this. All-consuming, merciless time. I hope it will consume me soon, long before my expected time.
The servant comes soon. They had better have the knife, or it will be another over the balcony. I cannot fall...but they can.
...
No knife? Oh dear, my poor child. Over you go.
You say you don't want to die? Watch yourself go...
...and over they go, to splatter bloodily on the ground. I smile at the sound and the sight, before the magic drives me back. Death is so beautiful... I'm sure I would make a wonderous corpse, if only I were allowed my sword back!
...
Tri-Force - I call upon your cursed powers to control Time, and kill me.
Do it. NOW!
Now...now...do it!
...
And I awake, sweating and shaking, in my bed, in my room, and I look around me. I am alive - and it is hell.
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Come along fans of morbidity - review me!
Soda