Damned summary was a few letters too long so they but it short. They should have it stop allowing you to write when the summary gets too long.

Anyway, here's chapter 2. Taking a break from Link for a few because, well, I felt like writing about this more. Also, I have a picture gallery that I've made with the pictures of the characters thus far. If a character or important beast (that I can draw) has appeared in the story thus far, they'll be there. Look for updates as the story progresses. Anyway, the link for that album is http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery/view?p=999&gid=3975598&uid=2051188

Hope you enjoy the story and the art. Leave me a review to let me know what you think of both.

Chapter 2- Unleash the Hounds of Hell

It is in the dark places of the earth that evil gathers. Places dank and cold, filled with the rank fumes of sulfur. In one such place, a vast cavern far to the south of Hyrule, was assembled a host a Stalfos. These half dead beings, numbering into the hundreds, were walking skeletons. Decayed flesh and muscle still hung loosely from their bones, bringing with it a smell that could cause a man to vomit. Most of the Stalfos wore armor: chest plates, mostly, but some wore gauntlets, boots and helms as well. Each carried a weapon, rusted but assuredly deadly in the hands of these deceivingly strong beasts.

They had arranged themselves around the cavern in raucous groups. They grunted and fought amongst themselves as none could leave. Long ago had they been sealed away in this dismal cavern by a man of great power. They could not die so they turned to the sadistic pleasure of knocking apart one another and waiting for the body to reassemble so they could to it again.

A loud crash echoed through the stony filth pit causing the demons to stop in their insane play. It had been long indeed since they had heard sounds other than their own grunts and demented laughter. In stupefied silence the skeletal beings searched out the source of the noise and found it in the form of a huge being robed entirely in black. A hood obscured its face from the Stalfos but its eyes, huge and burning red, peered luminescently from beneath the hood.

The Stalfos remained silent and the hooded figure began to speak. Its voice was a great and booming thing, obviously masculine, and it echoed heavily throughout the cavern.

"For ages," he began. "You have been trapped here in this dank hole beneath the earth. Your existence was forgotten by man and the world moved on without you. Mountains crumbled and were reformed, lakes dried only to awaken later as forests. All of this you have missed within your accursed prison. It is unjust I tell you!"

The Stalfos, not known for their intelligence, roared their approval at this strange man's words. After a few moments of raucous shouts, the man held up a gloved hand. Abruptly, all noise in the cavern ceased. The Stalfos stifled their shouts of approval and even their echos stopped short.

He began to speak anew, his voice still booming above the silent skeletal warriors. "No longer do you deserve to sit here beneath the earth. You should be free. Free to live out your endless days razing the country, or free to stay within this cavern should that be your choice."

This proclamation excited the Stalfos more than ever, for even their minute brains could comprehend what this mysterious figure in black was telling them: they were to be freed of their prison. Once the cheering had reached its crescendo, the man threw up his hand for silence yet again.

"I will let you go, my brothers," he told them. "But before I do you must all pledge your allegiance to me, and pledge to find and kill those whom I have been seeking."

The Stalfos, always eager to destroy, raised up yet another shout: one of allegiance. The man in black let this shout carry on much longer than the others, basking in the simple-mindedness of the Stalfos. 'Powerful they may be,' he thought. 'But they lack intelligence. It is both an asset and an inconvenience. They must be educated and that will take time.'

After quite awhile the man once again ushered silence. He raised both his hands above his head and a loud crack resounded through the cavern as it had before his entrance. He lowered his arms slowly to his sides and as he did a tunnel, perfectly cylindrical, opened above his head. Even in the brightness of day, because it was indeed day to those on the surface, no light reached the bottom of the cavern through the tunnel the dark man had created. He looked to his new people, surveying them with his bright red eyes.

After a few thoughtful moments he said: "Now, as you are mine you will need equipment more befitting of your rank." He swept his hand across the room and each Stalfos was granted a full suit of armor. Chestplates, mail shirts, boots, gauntlets and helms adorned each of the demonic warriors. Their weapons, however, remained as old and rusted as they had before. The man it black thought the grizzly looking blades would be more fearsome than weapons which were shiny and new.

He allowed his minions a few moments to admire their new attire but then pressed on again. "Now that you are properly adorned, you can join me on the surface. This place is offensive to my nose and you must all be prepared for what is to come."

With that he flew up through the hole he had created in the cavern roof, leaving the confused Stalfos with no other choice than to scale the walls of the great cavern and ascend through the hole one by one. This they did, recognizing the power the man in black excluded and not wanting to upset him. From the hole they emerged and stood around looking as if they had come as hounds from the bowels of hell itself.