Disclaimer: Come on you idiots, do you think if I owned anything that
had to do with Zelda that I would be posting stories on fanfiction.net. Of
course not I'd be rolling in my money. Now for those who are intelligent
and don't need the full disclaimer just skip to the authors note or if you
would like to stop reading my babbling then just skip to the story. Now for
my long winded exclamation on what I don't own. (Large intake of breath) I
do not own Link, Gannondorf, Gannon, Zelda, Aghy (or Agahnim), the fortune
teller, moblins, the library owner, the ball boy, the demon boy with horns,
the King's possessed soldiers, the moblins, the octorocks, Link's uncle,
um. there are more. the thieves in the Lost Woods, those monsters that turn
into stones when they are slashed with a sword, the six other ancestors of
the sages who like to dwell in crystals, the three pendants, Sashralla, the
Master Sword, Link's bunny form, the Armos soldiers, Twinmold (although
since there are three wouldn't it be like Trimold?), Moldova, the armored
dinosaur, the eye thing, Mothula, the Blind one, oh you get the point. This
is a novelization of the game A Link to the Past. I own nothing that
appeared in the game. The end. My disclaimers over. Hope you enjoy the
story. After your done reading this you should mow the lawn you know it
needs it. Or feed your fish or. Come on you get the point something that
gets you off your lazy tail. I'm done. Again.
Authors note: I have officially given up on my novelization of The Legend of Zelda the original game. Because of the game's severe lack of any plot (although it is still one of the coolest games around) I decided not to stretch details. For all those who read the beginnings of that story I would like to say sorry. Although to tell you the truth I would really have liked to see your face when you actually played the game. Okay enough of that. It needs no saying, but I'll say it anyway, The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past might be the greatest Zelda game created. I hope you will all agree with me on this one (I actually haven't played Windwaker yet, is it any good? I couldn't stand how the game looked in commercials). And suffice to say A Link to the Past has a plot so I will hopefully not have to do any stretching of the truth. I may however need to add in another character for Link to interact with to make things more interesting. I didn't really have any ideas whom, and heck I might not. If anybody who reads this story has any objections to adding a character in please tell me. And I swear this is not just a ploy for you to review my story. Okay I'm done finally. On with the fic.
Rain pounded relentlessly against the roof of the cabin. The young boy inside tossed and turned in the bed his uncle had spared for him. Why was sleep coming so hard for Link? his uncle thought to himself as he sat at the table of the house. The man brushed some crumbs from his mustache and reached for his mug of beer. Something in his gut told him drinking was probably not the best thing to do at the moment but he needed something to blunt his nerves. The informant from the castle had told him everything he needed to know for what he had to do. It was his duty as a descendant of the heroes of the Hylians to stand at his guard and protect the Royal family and now he was needed. The masked man had told him of a beautiful young girl being held in the dungeons. Then the man pleaded desperately for him, as a descendant, to rescue the woman. That wasn't what frightened the aging uncle. What frightened him was when he saw the messenger return back to the castle and on return sent directly to the wizard. There were worse things then death and the uncle knew that if anyone could cause those things it would be the evil wizard Agahnim.
The man took a long drink and finished off his mug. It was almost time. He needed to get ready. He pushed back his chair and pulled the trunk from behind the dresser. Inside he pulled out his weathered shield, and his rusting sword. The uncle tied the shield to his arm and slipped the blade into its scabbard before slinging it over his back and tying it to the front of his chest.
It was time. He stood and walked over to his nephew who was still rolling in uncomfort. The boy could tell something would happen tonight. Maybe the goddesses were communicating something telling him in advance that his uncle wouldn't live through the night. "I love you Link," the uncle muttered, and then with a turn of the heel he left the cabin.
Flashes images flashed before Link's eyes as he dreamed. A sword shoved in a stone in some foggy forest, an evil being wrapped in colorful robes, a dark world where everything was different but the same. All seemed to be real but at the same time all were too incredible to comprehend. Then a voice spoke in the boy's ear. "Please. come and save me. Please."
Light flooded Link's eyes and immediately he shot up right in the bed. It was still raining, and where was his uncle. "Please help me!"
Link could hear the voice still. Could it be that someone was really in trouble? He was definitely not dreaming, he could tell that by the drowsiness. "Link, this is the princess Zelda. I'm speaking to you through telepathy. You must help me. Please I beg of you."
Well that decided it. Link rolled out of bed while wiping the sleep out of his eyes and pulled on his only clean tunic. Great it was his green one, not one of his favorites, but it would do. He needed one more thing before he rushed into the night. A chest in the corner of the room held his uncle's lamp. With that he was out.
Link's uncle followed the royal messenger's instructions and walked through the castle gardens. Apparently there was a secret passage somewhere around here. With his sword the man sliced away at the specified shrub. Just like the messenger had said a long dark tunnel had opened up. The uncle slid in feet first and proceeded to fall into the darkness. With a splash his leather boots landed in a small pool of water, the shock of hitting the ground sent him reeling face first into the water and sent his sword clanging off a wall. He shook his head and lifted it as he heard footsteps in the corridor. It was the messenger he had seen before.
"You're not dead!" the uncle stated in utter shock.
"Of course not. Why would I be dead? Your really just as stupid as I thought you were."
The uncle was now to his feet. The man continued, "I never introduced myself did I? My name is Agahnim. By the look on your face I can tell you've heard of me. Good job. Now you will die, and with your death the end of the line of heroes will commence."
With that two armored soldiers stepped out of the darkness and brandished their swords. "Kill him!"
The uncle dove for his blade and doing so just ducked a blow that would have severed his head. Sword in hand he ran and slashed his rusting blade through the armor of one of the soldiers. The dark warrior took a step back and then attacked the old man. The man parried the blow with his own blade and became dizzy. What was happening to him? He still had to destroy the soldiers and then kill the wizard.
Another thrust sent the already wounded soldier into the wall destroying his essence and deteriorating the armor. So they were conjured by the monster of a wizard. The second lunged at the man but to no avail as the man dodged the incoming stab. A well placed swing of his sword sent the second warrior falling backwards its head hitting the cobbled floor before the rest of its dissolving armor.
Now only Agahnim was left. The pain came almost instantaneously as lightning blazed from the wizards fingers into the uncle's body. "Good job old man. Now you die!"
Authors note: I have officially given up on my novelization of The Legend of Zelda the original game. Because of the game's severe lack of any plot (although it is still one of the coolest games around) I decided not to stretch details. For all those who read the beginnings of that story I would like to say sorry. Although to tell you the truth I would really have liked to see your face when you actually played the game. Okay enough of that. It needs no saying, but I'll say it anyway, The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past might be the greatest Zelda game created. I hope you will all agree with me on this one (I actually haven't played Windwaker yet, is it any good? I couldn't stand how the game looked in commercials). And suffice to say A Link to the Past has a plot so I will hopefully not have to do any stretching of the truth. I may however need to add in another character for Link to interact with to make things more interesting. I didn't really have any ideas whom, and heck I might not. If anybody who reads this story has any objections to adding a character in please tell me. And I swear this is not just a ploy for you to review my story. Okay I'm done finally. On with the fic.
Rain pounded relentlessly against the roof of the cabin. The young boy inside tossed and turned in the bed his uncle had spared for him. Why was sleep coming so hard for Link? his uncle thought to himself as he sat at the table of the house. The man brushed some crumbs from his mustache and reached for his mug of beer. Something in his gut told him drinking was probably not the best thing to do at the moment but he needed something to blunt his nerves. The informant from the castle had told him everything he needed to know for what he had to do. It was his duty as a descendant of the heroes of the Hylians to stand at his guard and protect the Royal family and now he was needed. The masked man had told him of a beautiful young girl being held in the dungeons. Then the man pleaded desperately for him, as a descendant, to rescue the woman. That wasn't what frightened the aging uncle. What frightened him was when he saw the messenger return back to the castle and on return sent directly to the wizard. There were worse things then death and the uncle knew that if anyone could cause those things it would be the evil wizard Agahnim.
The man took a long drink and finished off his mug. It was almost time. He needed to get ready. He pushed back his chair and pulled the trunk from behind the dresser. Inside he pulled out his weathered shield, and his rusting sword. The uncle tied the shield to his arm and slipped the blade into its scabbard before slinging it over his back and tying it to the front of his chest.
It was time. He stood and walked over to his nephew who was still rolling in uncomfort. The boy could tell something would happen tonight. Maybe the goddesses were communicating something telling him in advance that his uncle wouldn't live through the night. "I love you Link," the uncle muttered, and then with a turn of the heel he left the cabin.
Flashes images flashed before Link's eyes as he dreamed. A sword shoved in a stone in some foggy forest, an evil being wrapped in colorful robes, a dark world where everything was different but the same. All seemed to be real but at the same time all were too incredible to comprehend. Then a voice spoke in the boy's ear. "Please. come and save me. Please."
Light flooded Link's eyes and immediately he shot up right in the bed. It was still raining, and where was his uncle. "Please help me!"
Link could hear the voice still. Could it be that someone was really in trouble? He was definitely not dreaming, he could tell that by the drowsiness. "Link, this is the princess Zelda. I'm speaking to you through telepathy. You must help me. Please I beg of you."
Well that decided it. Link rolled out of bed while wiping the sleep out of his eyes and pulled on his only clean tunic. Great it was his green one, not one of his favorites, but it would do. He needed one more thing before he rushed into the night. A chest in the corner of the room held his uncle's lamp. With that he was out.
Link's uncle followed the royal messenger's instructions and walked through the castle gardens. Apparently there was a secret passage somewhere around here. With his sword the man sliced away at the specified shrub. Just like the messenger had said a long dark tunnel had opened up. The uncle slid in feet first and proceeded to fall into the darkness. With a splash his leather boots landed in a small pool of water, the shock of hitting the ground sent him reeling face first into the water and sent his sword clanging off a wall. He shook his head and lifted it as he heard footsteps in the corridor. It was the messenger he had seen before.
"You're not dead!" the uncle stated in utter shock.
"Of course not. Why would I be dead? Your really just as stupid as I thought you were."
The uncle was now to his feet. The man continued, "I never introduced myself did I? My name is Agahnim. By the look on your face I can tell you've heard of me. Good job. Now you will die, and with your death the end of the line of heroes will commence."
With that two armored soldiers stepped out of the darkness and brandished their swords. "Kill him!"
The uncle dove for his blade and doing so just ducked a blow that would have severed his head. Sword in hand he ran and slashed his rusting blade through the armor of one of the soldiers. The dark warrior took a step back and then attacked the old man. The man parried the blow with his own blade and became dizzy. What was happening to him? He still had to destroy the soldiers and then kill the wizard.
Another thrust sent the already wounded soldier into the wall destroying his essence and deteriorating the armor. So they were conjured by the monster of a wizard. The second lunged at the man but to no avail as the man dodged the incoming stab. A well placed swing of his sword sent the second warrior falling backwards its head hitting the cobbled floor before the rest of its dissolving armor.
Now only Agahnim was left. The pain came almost instantaneously as lightning blazed from the wizards fingers into the uncle's body. "Good job old man. Now you die!"