Disclaimer: I don't own Nintendo or anything involving Legend of Zelda, but I am attempting to write a story about things that involve them for entertainment purposes only. Not for the money thing. That's bad.
It Won't Stop Running Down My Hand
In some nameless forest, walked a young man garbed in green. With a strange green hat that seemed to cover most his blonde hair and fall down to his neck, brown leather gauntlets and white tights under his forest green tunic, he didn't seem to fit in with the others of this world. On his back was a monstrous sword with a large silver shield, which seemed to reflect light and at his side was a beautifully crafted long sword. In his backpack, the tip of a bow could be seen along with a quiver of arrows. Due to the large bulk of his pack though, it was obvious that he had much more inside. Sturdy and well-worn leather boots were upon his feet as he trudged through a rain shower at twilight. The sun was just beginning to sink in the distance, giving it the color red, which gave the sky a look of death.
"I hate that color," the young man said aloud with a soft yet firm voice. From the sound he emitted, it seemed as if he hardly used his voice, but when he did, much power came from it. When he gazed at the twilight that lie before him, it seemed as if the sky poured blood from within itself, but really it was only a sudden rain shower. In his dark azure eyes there was a sense of alertness to them, but also a look of sorrow. Reaching into his pack, he pulled forth a thick brown cloak and wrapped it around himself to avoid getting cold from the rain, which seemed to be increasing. Beginning his march once again, he began to head off into the distance, trudging through mud and wet grass.
As he walked, his eyes seemed empty as if he thought of nothing walking through the ending twilight in the rain. The bloody red color seemed to be dissipating more and more as each moment continued. Dark was now setting in. As luck would have it, the boy stepped into a clearing to see a large building, presumably an inn. Sure enough, as he glanced around, he saw a sign that read 'Squallfire Inn.' Deciding he could spare some money, he figured it would be wise to spend some time in a warm home, although he never liked to stay long, only a day or so tops. Other's homes reminded him of what he never had…
"Please, spare my daughters!" a rather rough voice shouted out as the boy in green walked into the inn. Before him, lay a large man on the ground with blood trailing from his arm and in front of him was a man with a curved blade. A scimitar, the boy knew it to be. The man with the curved blade pointed it at the obese man with a smirk on his face. Behind him were two large men, each with large weapons and… women?
"You insulted my co-workers and I, so I think I'll just keep your pretty twins for myself," the man with the scimitar stated as he licked his lips. He seemed like a very dirty man, in more ways then one. His long greasy black hair seemed to fly everywhere on his head but into the place it should have been.
"I only said that her majesty, Princess Zelda, does not like it when I serve bandits! Leave them be, please! They're all I have left!" the man who was obviously the innkeeper shouted out. It seemed like he would usually be a jolly man with his bald head and thick black mustache, but now he lay on the ground, bleeding.
"Blood…" the boy in green whispered aloud as he then raised his left hand to stare at it. In his eyes, blood was running out of his palm and unto the ground like a waterfall.
"Huh?" the dirty bandit finally acknowledged the boy's existence, "don't worry kid, you'll get your turn too."
"Blood," the boy in green said, as it felt like his hand would explode at any second.
"You a freak or something kid? I'll get you out of your misery soon enough…" he sneered. At that point the boy in green brandished the sword at his side and shrieked the word blood. In the blink of an eye he was behind all three of the bandits, as if he hadn't moved at all. Surprise lit the faces of every person in the inn, commoner and bandit alike. A second later, the boy placed his sword back in its scabbard and turned to look at the bandits. Each one of them fell to the ground, split in two. Blood and organs spilled out from each of them at their waists as their eyes bugged out from that split second of pain.
Looking at his left hand, the image of blood pouring from his palm was now gone and he smiled,
"Good. No blood on my hands."
"Girls!" the boy in green finally heard behind him as the two girls rushed to what seemed to be their father. Taking a good look at the girls, he realized they were both very pretty. They had long black hair which flowed down to around their backs and piercing green eyes. One of the twins rushed to get a box of medicinal supplies but the bandages didn't seem to stop the bleeding so they began to sob into his chest. The boy in green could feel the pain in his left hand coming back, but he needn't look down to see the blood rushing out.
"Drink this," the boy said, offering a bottle of red liquid to the man. The girls both looked up to seem the calm eyes of the boy, betraying no emotion.
"What's the catch? Want his soul in return, devil!?" one of the two twins shrieked in anger at those cold blue eyes.
"I merely want a place to stay for the night," the boy softly said, offering the man the liquid once more. The girls reluctantly took it from him, and had their father drink it. Moments later, his wound sealed up and he seemed fine. Taking the bottle back from them, he placed it in his pack. After all, those bottles were hard to come by, why let them have it?
As the inn keeper stood up, the boy in green felt the pressure from his left hand disappear and he let a little smile escape past his cold exterior. Needless to say, the innkeeper was happy that he had his daughters back.
"How can I ever repay you?" the man asked with a sincerely joyful smile, but the boy in green merely shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't worry about it. I just want a place to relax while this weather passes." the boy as he began to pick up one of the bodies of the bandits.
"What are you doing?" one of the twins asked with a look of horror on her face as the boy dug his hands into the filth of a dead human.
"Cleaning up after myself," he stated matter-of-factly with only a nod of his head. After taking the bodies behind the house and burying them deeply in the ground beside a tree he came back inside, with his forest colored clothes stained with blood. The innkeeper and his twins just stared at him for a moment, before the innkeeper offered that his daughters clean his clothing in thanks. He could hardly refuse, since the smell of blood didn't exactly make him feel all that wonderful. Taking off his tunic and handing it to one of the girls, he sat down in a stool by a bar. Only in thin tights now, the girls blushed as one of them walked off to do his laundry. The other stayed and kept throwing glances at the boy. He had to admit that he was quite handsome in an exotic kind of way. He was born a Hylian, but was raised in forests and mountains where not many people lived, so he turned into a very large man, with a nice frame and a fairly attractive face. Most Hylians were thin and relied on quick footwork to get them out of battles alive, while he used his brawn to crush his opponents.
"My name's Karlov, and this is my daughter Dawn. My other girl, who's doing your laundry, is Dusk." Karlov started up a conversation, expecting the boy to keep it going.
"Nice to meet you all," the boy stated. Hell, it would be rude to ignore him, right?
"I've never seen anyone use a sword like that, not even the bandits. Where did you learn your moves from?" Dawn asked him, with a sultry look in her eyes. She seemed a little too young to be giving that look in his opinion.
"Around," he nonchalantly answered while waving his hand after only split second of thought. He had been asked that before, but why should be bother answering? It's not as if he would spending a long time with these people. He never spent a long time anywhere, actually.
"What do you do for a living?" Karlov asked the young man, expecting him to be a bodyguard or knight.
"I travel," the boy softly said, growing tired of this.
"Would you mind if I get something to eat?" he quickly asked before either of them could ask another question.
"Sure! I'll cook you something right away!" Dawn quickly shouted as she ran into a backroom, which he figured was a kitchen. Now he was alone with the innkeeper.
"Tell me boy, what exactly are you?" Karlov the innkeeper finally asked, after a moment of silence.
"What?" the question caught him off guard just as it sunk into his head.
"Those bandits were powerful. Not even knights from the castle are able to take them down, but you dispatched them like they were nothing!" Karlov's voice began to rise.
"I guess I'm just good," the boy spoke in a modest tone, which seemed to piss off the innkeeper. Silence seemed to overtake the room, when suddenly both twins entered the room at once. Dawn entered with a large bowel of soup and some bread as Dusk came in with his tunic, now clean and dried by the fireplace. The boy reached to Dusk and placed his tunic on, and then turned around to eat his late dinner. The vegetable soup was incredibly delicious to his hungry self, but then again, just about everything tasted good when you were starving. After eating his meal, he asked that he get a room to get some much-needed rest. Both girls gladly offered to take him to his room with a smile and just as he was getting up, he heard Karlov ask one last question of the boy.
"Tell me son, what's your name?" he asked as the boy turned to him and smiled.
"Link. My name is Link, sir."
