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Princesszelda247- This story is very AU, along the lines of 'Oni Link is a separate conscience that takes over Link's body'. So Link will be appearing, sometime. Okay?
Who cares? - Glad that you care!
Me: On with the fic!
_blah_- Telepathic messages, people talking to character.
'blah'- thoughts/telepathic messages from character to other people. ************************************************************************
/Last time\
/The young boy's room\
She slowly sat on the edge of the bed, and her head lowered, showing the gold hair with silver streaks.
"My name is Sylvanon Audron."
/Story\
He turned around, and, seeing nothing, began to walk towards the door. He stopped, as Sylvanon raised her head, and silently smiled at him. He put his hand on the doorframe, and turned away. He walked out quickly but calmly. Sylvanon got off the side of the bed. As she made to follow him, Crystallia stopped her and cast a mist spell. Immediately the room was shrouded by mist. The two doctors walked past.
"All clear, Crystal?" Sylvanon asked, peeking round to check.
"All clear. Sylva, do you like Oni Link?" Crystal asked, curious. Sylva sighed quietly.
"Yes. Now, let's get out of here!" The two ran to the door. Any nurses or doctors they met along the way were soon in the land that's between the land of nod and the land of waking. In short, they were unconscious. Sylva looked around the last corner and cursed the Goddesses. There was a group of surgeons standing in the middle of the hallway.
"Sylva, if we sneak, maybe they won't see us!" Sylva shook her head.
"No chance. They'd see my shadow, and hear your wings beating." She thought for a few seconds, (deities think very fast), and suddenly snapped her fingers. The two appeared outside the hospital. Sylva grinned softly; the boys scent still hung in the fresh air. Whipping out a small, pure white flute, she played a soft, lilting tune on it, as a ripple appeared in the air, not enlarging, nor shrinking, but staying just the right size for her to stick her head through. She did so, Crystal flying through it completely, and disappearing into the dimension beyond. Sylva pulled her head out, and called through,
"Calico, Talonia, Azura... He's loose now." A small, delicate hand appeared through the portal, and made signs at her. A giggle came from the receiver of the message. Suddenly a yelp was heard.
"Ow! What was that for??" A voice whined. "I was just telling her to-" An older voice, fun filled and laughing slightly, said calmly,
"That's enough, Azura. Hey Sylva! You say he's loose?" Sylva shook her head, chuckling at the noises going on behind the people.
"Yep. He sure is, Calico."
"Is he dangerous?"
"Hmmm... Mabbeh."
"Not mabbeh!"
"Yis mabbeh!"
"Anyway, is he dangerous?"
"In what context?"
"I mean is he out to destroy Termina?" The girl in the portal sighed, as her younger sister took the mick.
"No. He's trying to save it, I think." Calico put her arm though and gave a thumbs up. A moment later, another arm appeared and waved. Sylva pulled her arm out, and rubbed it. She heard a tune from the other side, and the portal rippled out of existence. On the floor was a dagger belt with eight sheaths on it, two red, two blue, two yellow and two green. Also there was a pair of arm sheaths, each containing a clear dagger with an opaque, white hilt. Sylva smiled, remembering as she picked the arm sheaths up. She had made them herself, painstakingly making every little indent in the thin, flexible but hard material. They were specially made for her slim arms, each one fitting like a glove around the pale skin. She picked up the belt and slung it around her waist. An evil laugh made her look up. A kid wearing a mask was dancing on Clock Tower.
"Great. Just what I need. An evil, possessed brat trying to destroy the world. Ooh, this will be fun." Sylva commented sarcastically. She sighed and headed for Ikana Valley, following her nose. She stopped, and then her form began to shine and collapse inwards. Her limbs lengthened, and formed paws that had dangerously sharp claws. She turned to look at the full moon, and sat down. The way she sat was very dignified. She slowly cleaned the dirt and dust out of her silver blue fur. After she had finished, she lazily tilted her head upwards towards the sky, and allowed a soft, haunting, low howl to escape her throat. All in Clock Town shuddered as the sound made tiny shivers go up their spines.
Sylva lowered her head, turned towards the valley, and set off at an unnaturally speedy gallop through it, simply passing by the Gibdos and Redeads, fitting in amongst them easily. She passed the Music Box House and looked in the window, seeing that Pamela, a young girl whose father was cursed to become a Gibdo, was alright. She spotted the child sitting in a chair, sadly gazing at the fire, but not gazing at anything at all really. Sylva jerked away from the window, her gaze drawn to a rocky outcrop on the other side that nothing short of a Wolfos could reach. She took a running leap, and bounded from rock to rock to get to the spot. She rested, crossing her paws and laying her shaggy head on them. Her body was crouched, in case a creature did manage to reach her spot. Sylva drifted off into the dream world, where things were never real, and some things told of long dead prophecies and legends that would eventually live again.
Morning came, and a growl was heard. A snarl, then a bark, and finally a low dominant, threatening growl. A yelp sounded, and something fell from Sylva's outcrop. An old Wolfos bared its teeth at her from the ground. Her snout wrinkled, and she snarled viciously. It left eventually. The wolf turned her shining, furry head to the Music Box House, where, surprisingly, there were no Gibdos left. A scent hung heavily in the air. Link's scent... She leapt down, and sniffed around. It definitely held part of his normal scent, but it also held a Goron tinge to it. It now smelt slightly earthy. She followed it again, going deeper into the mountains. The weather became a blizzard, the paths becoming more and more treacherous. But she had to reach Snowhead Temple... She had to... Just as she climbed the last steps, her eyes widened. Standing there, charging a fistful of fire, was a Goron version of Link. She watched as he attacked the giant Goht. Goht roared in pain as the flames consumed him. Sylva gasped. Goron Link turned. Next thing Sylva knew, she herself was howling in agony as the flame was stroking icy fur, singeing her long tail, and burning her sensitive skin.
The Goron backed up, gripping his head, upon which was the Fierce Deity mask. He sank to his knees, grimacing in pain as he fought the transformation. It did nothing to stop it. When Sylva next managed to look up, Oni Link was kneeling on the ground, shaking madly. She quietly whimpered, the only sound she could manage to make, burns on her everywhere. Her muzzle was slightly greyed, but she had kept rolling it across the stone floor. He opened his eyes, and immediately ran over to her, getting out a red potion as he went. Gently lifting her so she could easily lick up the potion, he poured it slowly in front of her. Sylva's eyes lost the slightly glazed look to them, and she took a lick. He stopped the flow, so as not to waste it. She licked the edge of the bottleneck. He tipped it slowly, as she licked up the potion. After drinking all of it, the wolf's eyes began to droop, and she fell asleep. Unknown to her, Oni Link carefully laid her down on the floor, stroked her head once, and was gone.
He was deep in thought as he made his way down the mountain. Other consciences were trying to talk to him. Goron Link yelled at him.
_Why did you save her? You should have let that white Wolfos die! _
"I don't know why I saved her, Goron Link. She felt familiar to me."
_Like that girl you met in the hospital? Come off it, Oni. The girl's probably out of town by now. How about we go to the Great Bay Temple? _ Another voice butted in.
_Hey, I still wanna go there! Let's go! _
"Maybe I don't want to." With that, his power drifted back into the mask, and released Link from its hold. The young Hylian sighed as he put away the mask. 'Oni, you are such a pain.' He thought. He pulled out the Ocarina and played Epona's song. Almost at once, a brown mare with a white mane and tail trotted up to him. He mounted her, (A/N: Not that way you pervs!), and urged her into a speedy gallop. He wanted to get as far away from Ikana Valley as possible. Epona neighed, and pranced about for some strange reason, then, jerking her head in the direction of the Great Bay, galloped towards it. Link had no idea what made her prance about like that.
At Great Bay Temple, he faced the giant fish, Gyorg. Changing into Zora Link, he zapped the fish into submission. He came out, and spotted a white creature limping along the road. The wolf had followed him. Goron Link had told him of her, and he instinctively charged an electrical barrier. The wolf slowly limped up to within a meter of him, and then sat down, her tail, skin and snout healed after her rest. Her fur was returned to its natural luster and shine. She licked her paws, cleaning them off. Link let down his guard, turning off the barrier. She nodded her head, in a wolf like thanks. Then she slowly padded past him into the temple's lower rooms and chambers. He followed, curious. She finally reached a room that was barely lit, and sparsely decorated, with only a bed on one side of the room. A strong gust of wind caught the door and slammed it shut. The candles on the walls had been blown out. Suddenly an orb lit up on a wall bracket in a corner. It glowed silver, a hand settled on it. Sylva stepped out from behind it; throwing back the hood of a cloak she'd acquired somewhere while in her wolf form. She stepped over to a bracket in another corner. The orb in that also lit, this time glowing faintly yellow. Three more were lit in this way, glowing different colours, red, blue and green.
Link looked around the room, as Sylva watched his every move like a hawk. He gasped as he touched something that felt alive, but was cold and dead. Link let out a squeak of nervousness as Sylva's gaze became more intent. She stepped up onto the slightly raised platform, and gently reached to the right with her hand. It touched something, and she muttered strange words that Link could not hear. The platform was illuminated as two candles of extreme brightness burst into life. Link almost fainted. Standing in glass coffins were three bodies, two of knights, and the third and middle one obviously a rich noble. Sylva noted the condition of the bodies, each not showing the slightest bit of rot or biodegradation on them, seeming to be in suspended animation. One looked suspiciously like Oni Link, the other two Link could not identify.
As if hearing his thoughts, Sylva quietly said,
"Yes, that is Oni Link. He used to be called the Fierce Deity, and was worshipped by the people of Clock Town for sacrificing his life to beat the evil goddess, Majora." Link glanced at her, and removed the Zora mask.
"Majora is female?" He asked, feeling uncomfortable. Sylva nodded. Her eyes narrowed.
"She is. And she's very manipulative as well. She tried to make me go over to her side, but I refused."
"Oh..." Silence.
"Give me the Fierce Deity mask."
"What?! Are you kidding?" Link almost yelled. Sylva clapped her hand over his mouth. She looked around, suspicious. The two candles went out, leaving the orbs to light the room.
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Me: Review to see if she is kidding or not! Buh-bye!! *poof!*
Princesszelda247- This story is very AU, along the lines of 'Oni Link is a separate conscience that takes over Link's body'. So Link will be appearing, sometime. Okay?
Who cares? - Glad that you care!
Me: On with the fic!
_blah_- Telepathic messages, people talking to character.
'blah'- thoughts/telepathic messages from character to other people. ************************************************************************
/Last time\
/The young boy's room\
She slowly sat on the edge of the bed, and her head lowered, showing the gold hair with silver streaks.
"My name is Sylvanon Audron."
/Story\
He turned around, and, seeing nothing, began to walk towards the door. He stopped, as Sylvanon raised her head, and silently smiled at him. He put his hand on the doorframe, and turned away. He walked out quickly but calmly. Sylvanon got off the side of the bed. As she made to follow him, Crystallia stopped her and cast a mist spell. Immediately the room was shrouded by mist. The two doctors walked past.
"All clear, Crystal?" Sylvanon asked, peeking round to check.
"All clear. Sylva, do you like Oni Link?" Crystal asked, curious. Sylva sighed quietly.
"Yes. Now, let's get out of here!" The two ran to the door. Any nurses or doctors they met along the way were soon in the land that's between the land of nod and the land of waking. In short, they were unconscious. Sylva looked around the last corner and cursed the Goddesses. There was a group of surgeons standing in the middle of the hallway.
"Sylva, if we sneak, maybe they won't see us!" Sylva shook her head.
"No chance. They'd see my shadow, and hear your wings beating." She thought for a few seconds, (deities think very fast), and suddenly snapped her fingers. The two appeared outside the hospital. Sylva grinned softly; the boys scent still hung in the fresh air. Whipping out a small, pure white flute, she played a soft, lilting tune on it, as a ripple appeared in the air, not enlarging, nor shrinking, but staying just the right size for her to stick her head through. She did so, Crystal flying through it completely, and disappearing into the dimension beyond. Sylva pulled her head out, and called through,
"Calico, Talonia, Azura... He's loose now." A small, delicate hand appeared through the portal, and made signs at her. A giggle came from the receiver of the message. Suddenly a yelp was heard.
"Ow! What was that for??" A voice whined. "I was just telling her to-" An older voice, fun filled and laughing slightly, said calmly,
"That's enough, Azura. Hey Sylva! You say he's loose?" Sylva shook her head, chuckling at the noises going on behind the people.
"Yep. He sure is, Calico."
"Is he dangerous?"
"Hmmm... Mabbeh."
"Not mabbeh!"
"Yis mabbeh!"
"Anyway, is he dangerous?"
"In what context?"
"I mean is he out to destroy Termina?" The girl in the portal sighed, as her younger sister took the mick.
"No. He's trying to save it, I think." Calico put her arm though and gave a thumbs up. A moment later, another arm appeared and waved. Sylva pulled her arm out, and rubbed it. She heard a tune from the other side, and the portal rippled out of existence. On the floor was a dagger belt with eight sheaths on it, two red, two blue, two yellow and two green. Also there was a pair of arm sheaths, each containing a clear dagger with an opaque, white hilt. Sylva smiled, remembering as she picked the arm sheaths up. She had made them herself, painstakingly making every little indent in the thin, flexible but hard material. They were specially made for her slim arms, each one fitting like a glove around the pale skin. She picked up the belt and slung it around her waist. An evil laugh made her look up. A kid wearing a mask was dancing on Clock Tower.
"Great. Just what I need. An evil, possessed brat trying to destroy the world. Ooh, this will be fun." Sylva commented sarcastically. She sighed and headed for Ikana Valley, following her nose. She stopped, and then her form began to shine and collapse inwards. Her limbs lengthened, and formed paws that had dangerously sharp claws. She turned to look at the full moon, and sat down. The way she sat was very dignified. She slowly cleaned the dirt and dust out of her silver blue fur. After she had finished, she lazily tilted her head upwards towards the sky, and allowed a soft, haunting, low howl to escape her throat. All in Clock Town shuddered as the sound made tiny shivers go up their spines.
Sylva lowered her head, turned towards the valley, and set off at an unnaturally speedy gallop through it, simply passing by the Gibdos and Redeads, fitting in amongst them easily. She passed the Music Box House and looked in the window, seeing that Pamela, a young girl whose father was cursed to become a Gibdo, was alright. She spotted the child sitting in a chair, sadly gazing at the fire, but not gazing at anything at all really. Sylva jerked away from the window, her gaze drawn to a rocky outcrop on the other side that nothing short of a Wolfos could reach. She took a running leap, and bounded from rock to rock to get to the spot. She rested, crossing her paws and laying her shaggy head on them. Her body was crouched, in case a creature did manage to reach her spot. Sylva drifted off into the dream world, where things were never real, and some things told of long dead prophecies and legends that would eventually live again.
Morning came, and a growl was heard. A snarl, then a bark, and finally a low dominant, threatening growl. A yelp sounded, and something fell from Sylva's outcrop. An old Wolfos bared its teeth at her from the ground. Her snout wrinkled, and she snarled viciously. It left eventually. The wolf turned her shining, furry head to the Music Box House, where, surprisingly, there were no Gibdos left. A scent hung heavily in the air. Link's scent... She leapt down, and sniffed around. It definitely held part of his normal scent, but it also held a Goron tinge to it. It now smelt slightly earthy. She followed it again, going deeper into the mountains. The weather became a blizzard, the paths becoming more and more treacherous. But she had to reach Snowhead Temple... She had to... Just as she climbed the last steps, her eyes widened. Standing there, charging a fistful of fire, was a Goron version of Link. She watched as he attacked the giant Goht. Goht roared in pain as the flames consumed him. Sylva gasped. Goron Link turned. Next thing Sylva knew, she herself was howling in agony as the flame was stroking icy fur, singeing her long tail, and burning her sensitive skin.
The Goron backed up, gripping his head, upon which was the Fierce Deity mask. He sank to his knees, grimacing in pain as he fought the transformation. It did nothing to stop it. When Sylva next managed to look up, Oni Link was kneeling on the ground, shaking madly. She quietly whimpered, the only sound she could manage to make, burns on her everywhere. Her muzzle was slightly greyed, but she had kept rolling it across the stone floor. He opened his eyes, and immediately ran over to her, getting out a red potion as he went. Gently lifting her so she could easily lick up the potion, he poured it slowly in front of her. Sylva's eyes lost the slightly glazed look to them, and she took a lick. He stopped the flow, so as not to waste it. She licked the edge of the bottleneck. He tipped it slowly, as she licked up the potion. After drinking all of it, the wolf's eyes began to droop, and she fell asleep. Unknown to her, Oni Link carefully laid her down on the floor, stroked her head once, and was gone.
He was deep in thought as he made his way down the mountain. Other consciences were trying to talk to him. Goron Link yelled at him.
_Why did you save her? You should have let that white Wolfos die! _
"I don't know why I saved her, Goron Link. She felt familiar to me."
_Like that girl you met in the hospital? Come off it, Oni. The girl's probably out of town by now. How about we go to the Great Bay Temple? _ Another voice butted in.
_Hey, I still wanna go there! Let's go! _
"Maybe I don't want to." With that, his power drifted back into the mask, and released Link from its hold. The young Hylian sighed as he put away the mask. 'Oni, you are such a pain.' He thought. He pulled out the Ocarina and played Epona's song. Almost at once, a brown mare with a white mane and tail trotted up to him. He mounted her, (A/N: Not that way you pervs!), and urged her into a speedy gallop. He wanted to get as far away from Ikana Valley as possible. Epona neighed, and pranced about for some strange reason, then, jerking her head in the direction of the Great Bay, galloped towards it. Link had no idea what made her prance about like that.
At Great Bay Temple, he faced the giant fish, Gyorg. Changing into Zora Link, he zapped the fish into submission. He came out, and spotted a white creature limping along the road. The wolf had followed him. Goron Link had told him of her, and he instinctively charged an electrical barrier. The wolf slowly limped up to within a meter of him, and then sat down, her tail, skin and snout healed after her rest. Her fur was returned to its natural luster and shine. She licked her paws, cleaning them off. Link let down his guard, turning off the barrier. She nodded her head, in a wolf like thanks. Then she slowly padded past him into the temple's lower rooms and chambers. He followed, curious. She finally reached a room that was barely lit, and sparsely decorated, with only a bed on one side of the room. A strong gust of wind caught the door and slammed it shut. The candles on the walls had been blown out. Suddenly an orb lit up on a wall bracket in a corner. It glowed silver, a hand settled on it. Sylva stepped out from behind it; throwing back the hood of a cloak she'd acquired somewhere while in her wolf form. She stepped over to a bracket in another corner. The orb in that also lit, this time glowing faintly yellow. Three more were lit in this way, glowing different colours, red, blue and green.
Link looked around the room, as Sylva watched his every move like a hawk. He gasped as he touched something that felt alive, but was cold and dead. Link let out a squeak of nervousness as Sylva's gaze became more intent. She stepped up onto the slightly raised platform, and gently reached to the right with her hand. It touched something, and she muttered strange words that Link could not hear. The platform was illuminated as two candles of extreme brightness burst into life. Link almost fainted. Standing in glass coffins were three bodies, two of knights, and the third and middle one obviously a rich noble. Sylva noted the condition of the bodies, each not showing the slightest bit of rot or biodegradation on them, seeming to be in suspended animation. One looked suspiciously like Oni Link, the other two Link could not identify.
As if hearing his thoughts, Sylva quietly said,
"Yes, that is Oni Link. He used to be called the Fierce Deity, and was worshipped by the people of Clock Town for sacrificing his life to beat the evil goddess, Majora." Link glanced at her, and removed the Zora mask.
"Majora is female?" He asked, feeling uncomfortable. Sylva nodded. Her eyes narrowed.
"She is. And she's very manipulative as well. She tried to make me go over to her side, but I refused."
"Oh..." Silence.
"Give me the Fierce Deity mask."
"What?! Are you kidding?" Link almost yelled. Sylva clapped her hand over his mouth. She looked around, suspicious. The two candles went out, leaving the orbs to light the room.
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Me: Review to see if she is kidding or not! Buh-bye!! *poof!*