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
Two mounds of dirt with a stone by each were now in the backyard, along with the grave for the bandits. Although Link didn't feel it necessary to mark anything on the rocks, he did however place a dagger next to one of the tombs. Dirty from all the digging and hauling, he was covered with mud and blood.
"I'm sorry that it had to be this way Dusk, but I can't abandon my promise," Link spoke aloud to the grave with the single body in it. A flash of an image of a gorgeous blond girl, who seemed to be no more, then thirteen years old erupted in his mind once again.
"Please meet me at the castle town of Hyrule," a youthful and soft voice echoed in the confines of his head.
"I just don't feel like you knew me Dusk, you only thought you knew me…" he trailed off aloud again, as if Dusk were in front of him once more.
"Only she has ever looked into my heart and accepted me," he muttered as he clenched his left hand in a fist.
"The more you told me you wanted me to stay here, the more my mark hurt. I just had to keep moving alone," he said aloud, as if he was trying to convince himself.
"When I'm with others, it just hurts even more. Even so, I'm still a murderer…" he placed himself in perspective. In Link's mind he truly felt he was everything that despicable word entailed. He had taken the life of a Hylian, whether she was sane or not wasn't really the point. It was the fact that he so easily stole that precious force from her, which kept her living.
"I won't ever change it seems," he sighed as he turned around and walked back into the inn. Obviously, it wouldn't be used for quite a long time since its owners were no longer among the living. Link looked down to see the long trail of blood that lead from Karlov's room to the outside, which he felt shouldn't be just lying there.
"Guess it would be a waste to just leave the building to thieves and bandits," Link told himself as he walked into the kitchen to get a bucket of water and soap, so that he could clean up the streak of crimson that ran across the floor.
After cleaning his mess up, and throwing away any food that would spoil he checked around the house and found a set of keys to the building. Packing his gear and leaving, but remembering to lock the inn up, he began to walk off towards the castle town of Hyrule. Stopping and giving the inn one last look, Link gingerly brushed a hand across his newly formed scar that ran down his face. He purposely hadn't treated the cut, to let it scar up. It would be a reminder to him for the rest of his life that he was a tainted being, deserving of Hell. Oddly enough, it wasn't fear of death that he felt when Dusk trying to seduce him, it was a fear of being with her, which he couldn't understand at all.
"I don't understand myself," he mumbled aloud as he turned back around and began to head off towards the castle town.
After about two days of walking through forested area, and only pausing for meals and sleep, Link felt that he was getting closer to castle town.
"The beasts that usually inhabit woods like this one haven't been coming around, I must be close to a place where people frequently come," Link reasoned aloud, as he heard a soft sound in the distance. Deciding that it was in his best interest to find out what the noise was, he began to head towards it. It wasn't long though, before he stumbled out of the forest and onto a dirt road with a carriage coming towards him at a decent speed.
"Whoa!" a thin old man with a large beard called out to his large horse that was pulling the carriage. The large hunk of wood with wheels slowed to a stop as the man took a look at Link. No words were spoken between either of them for quite some time. Link couldn't blame the old man though, since he was wearing a traveler's outfit, had a humongous sword on his back and a long sword at his side, a backpack filled with provisions and obviously some amount of weapons, (since his bow and quiver could easily be seen,) and an assortment of other things which made him stand out like his size, since he was so much bigger then an average Hylian.
"Can I," the old man began, almost trailing off "help you?"
"Is the castle town of Hyrule near here?" Link asked in his soft voice. The old man gave Link a funny look and proceeded to tell him that it's about a day's travel away by carriage and that he was welcome to hitch a ride.
"Thank you sir," Link politely stated.
"My grand daughter is back there though, so be quiet so you don't wake her up," the old man told him as Link nodded his head and walked to the back of the cart.
"Oh no, not again…" Link pleaded with whatever higher powers existed to not let it be a repeat of the 'inn incident.' Carefully climbing in, he placed himself at a far corner and glanced around the cart. It was obvious this man was a merchant of some kind, due to the oddities in his cart. Rugs, swords, armor, barrels of food, clothing, furniture; he had everything. At first glace, he missed the little girl with brown hair. On his second glance though, he caught sight of her and she just looked up at him and proceeded to stare at him. Her deep brown eyes seemed to scan Link, like she was sizing him up as an opponent in battle.
"Hi, my name is Link," he said, hoping to get her to stop staring at him like that. It was as if she saw him as an enemy or something.
"That's nice," she nonchalantly stated in an arrogant voice, turning her head around and once again focusing on whatever it was she was doing before Link came in. He was speechless; this girl had brushed him aside like he was nothing.
"I guess it's better this way," Link thought to himself.
"I mean, almost everyone stares at me either like a piece of meat or like I'm a freak…" he trailed off in his head. After thinking to himself for a while longer, he nodded off to sleep. Although the sleep wasn't blissful, due to the bumpy road they were on, it was sleep none the less. Then, just as a dream began to formulate in his brain, a sudden pain jerked him out of his rested state. Looking down to where the pain was coming from, his left hand, he began to foresee blood pouring out of his palm like some kind of spring. Quickly looking up, he realized that somehow he had been surrounded by furniture and couldn't see anything but a chair and a couch. He could hear however, and a large amount of voices outside told him that trouble was going on. Pushing the furniture out of the way, he jumped outside to see a pack of dog faced humanoids holding the little girl up in the air like she was a prize fish that had just been caught.
"'Zo not only do we'ze get 'da old man's stuff, but we'ze can kill him and keep 'da girl!" one of the dog beings chuckled in a moronic voice which showed he had very little intelligence.
"She ain't developed dough, so we'ze have to let her grow a 'lil," the one holding her laughed. Link glanced around to see that there were about eight more of these beings around, with the old man on the ground unconscious.
"We'ze 'da luckiest Moblins in dese here forests," another 'Moblin' laughed. Tears ran down the girls face as she contemplated her fate.
"Let'z just take a 'lil peek," the one holding her giggled like a perverted boy as he ran the nail of one of his dirty fingers across the child's dress, ripping it open to reveal her flat chest.
"And maybe, just a 'lil taste," he triumphantly stated as his face neared her body. At this point, Link glanced down and saw that the blood was erupting out of his hand, like some kind of exploding volcano.
"Stop this now!" Link shrieked as the Moblins all glanced over at the fuming young man.
"We mizzed one boss!" a Moblin shouted to the one holding the girl.
"Kill 'em 'den!" the boss yelled as a group of the Moblins began to converge upon Link.
"Run away! Save yourself!" the little girl gallantly shouted to Link, attempting to have him live while her and her grand father's fate was sealed.
"Never!" Link shouted as he threw 'Death,' his full blade, down on the first Moblin who came within his range. The Moblin merely split in half with a yelp as his body fell apart in different directions. Link smirked at the remaining Moblins and chuckled.
"Seeya," he laughed as he proceeded to step towards his blade in the blink of an eye, and swing his blade around like a windmill facing the heavens. A flash of bright green light erupted out of his sword as six other Moblins were ripped apart from their torsos and fell to the ground like lifeless hunks of meat. As the chunks dropped, blood and intestines spewed forth out of their bodies causing the little girl to gasp in nausea. The three remaining Moblins stared in disbelief at this Hylian boy who so easily chopped their brethren to pieces. Letting his full blade drop, Link proceeded to pull out his long sword and dive towards the two remaining Moblins who did not have a hostage.
"No! Spare us!" one of them shouted, but it was too late. Not that Link would have spared them anyway, but their cries of horror were quickly silenced by Link who carved out a triangle shaped design on each of their chests, right through their armor like it was nothing. Their unmoving husks that once contained life fell to the ground with only a 'thump.'
"Don't move or I'll snap 'da girls neck right off!" yelled the seemingly confident former boss. After all though, a boss was only in existence if it had others to boss around.
"Don't worry about me, just kill him!" the girl cried out, tears running down her pretty face. The Moblin just glanced down at her in disbelief, but quickly realized his error and looked up. The last thing he saw was an arrow flying into his right eye socket. As the Moblin dropped the ground, the girl fell to the ground with him and quickly slid away from his body but couldn't keep moving since a tree blocked her way. Tears began to stream down her face as she cried. Walking over to her with no words, and reached into his pack to find his cloak. Pulling it out and handing it to her, she merely covered her self up with it, to hide her nude self.
"Don't worry, everything is okay…" Link softly said, resting his hand upon her head, in an attempt to comfort her. He really wasn't good at this sort of thing, since he hardly had any contact with others, but she seemed comfortable enough around him now. No longer was she giving him a look as if he was an outsider, but now a she gave him a look of trust.
"Come on, let's keep moving…" Link trailed off, as he picked her up and walked her to the cart. Giving him a look of shock at his kindness, she only smiled and closed her eyes. Placing her in the cart, and proceeding to do the same for the knocked out old man, Link then went to the front of the carriage after loading up the Moblins armor and weapons. This man was a merchant, so perhaps he would want them? His wound wasn't bad at all, just a bump on the head, but he would be asleep for a few more hours.
"My name is Arielle," a soft voice came from the back of the cart. Link could feel a warm smile spread across his face as he answered back while having the horse begin his travel yet again,
"That's a nice name…"
Author's Notes: Thanks everyone, your reviews mean a lot to me. Although I'm not going to be like others and say the only way for me to update is to get reviews, it DOES make me want to do more writing if I know that more of you enjoy it. Thanks again…!
