Disclaimer: Don't own Zelda. Probably never will.
As the king left the castle, horse galloping and soldiers following, he noticed an odd silence. Normally during the day, there was laughter, and up roar of yelling, and dogs barking. At this time, there was no sound at all. The king slowed as he reached the Square, and saw Redead lurking around dozens of people, gut hanging out. Curious to know what had happened he ordered his men to kill the Redead, and carried on.
In the field everything looked normal. He rode to Zora's River where he saw a weird color in the water. Instead of being a clear blue, it was a clear pink. As he moved more up the river the shade of red became darker. Deciding something was wrong, the king sent some soldiers ahead to see what was going on. As he waited, he felt unprotected, and worried about his men.
A few moments later, yells and screams of terror erupted from where his men were. One man ran out, yelled at the king to run just as a sword flew out and stabbed the man in the back. Sinking through his heart. The king immediately recognized the Master Sword, and looking up he saw the hard figure of Link, slowly stalking toward him. Glaring only at the king, licking his lips, looking for a victim.
The king, fixated on the one he thought was to save everyone quickly realized he was in grave danger, and took off as fast as his horse could run. The second he burst into action, Link charged for his sword, whistled Epona's Song, leaped onto her back and erupted into a chase. Shooting arrows at the kings horse, he attempted to take out the mode of transportation the king was using. He wanted revenge, and he wanted it to be a sweet yet complex victory.
One arrow was a direct hit. After the one before it ricocheting off a bone, this one sunk right into the muscle, causing the horses leg to give way to the weight. It toppled over with the king and skidded across the ground. Sliding the last few millimeters, Link rode Epona right up by the king's head at a slow trot. Smirking down he climbed down, not once taking his eye off the injured, frightened ruler.
As the wolf howled signaling nightfall, the king's final breaths were made as the Master Sword was lodged deep into his chest. A moan of pain was heard from him, then all was silent. Link tore the sword out of the dead king, took Epona by the reins, and walked to the river. He cleaned his sword, never failing to smirk, and laughed cold and loudly. He mounted Epona, looked back at the dead king and laughed some more. That night, as he rode back to Ganondorf, he did not cease to laugh. It was that night that anyone other then him was to be alive, for as of tomorrow, he'd finish them all off.
As the king left the castle, horse galloping and soldiers following, he noticed an odd silence. Normally during the day, there was laughter, and up roar of yelling, and dogs barking. At this time, there was no sound at all. The king slowed as he reached the Square, and saw Redead lurking around dozens of people, gut hanging out. Curious to know what had happened he ordered his men to kill the Redead, and carried on.
In the field everything looked normal. He rode to Zora's River where he saw a weird color in the water. Instead of being a clear blue, it was a clear pink. As he moved more up the river the shade of red became darker. Deciding something was wrong, the king sent some soldiers ahead to see what was going on. As he waited, he felt unprotected, and worried about his men.
A few moments later, yells and screams of terror erupted from where his men were. One man ran out, yelled at the king to run just as a sword flew out and stabbed the man in the back. Sinking through his heart. The king immediately recognized the Master Sword, and looking up he saw the hard figure of Link, slowly stalking toward him. Glaring only at the king, licking his lips, looking for a victim.
The king, fixated on the one he thought was to save everyone quickly realized he was in grave danger, and took off as fast as his horse could run. The second he burst into action, Link charged for his sword, whistled Epona's Song, leaped onto her back and erupted into a chase. Shooting arrows at the kings horse, he attempted to take out the mode of transportation the king was using. He wanted revenge, and he wanted it to be a sweet yet complex victory.
One arrow was a direct hit. After the one before it ricocheting off a bone, this one sunk right into the muscle, causing the horses leg to give way to the weight. It toppled over with the king and skidded across the ground. Sliding the last few millimeters, Link rode Epona right up by the king's head at a slow trot. Smirking down he climbed down, not once taking his eye off the injured, frightened ruler.
As the wolf howled signaling nightfall, the king's final breaths were made as the Master Sword was lodged deep into his chest. A moan of pain was heard from him, then all was silent. Link tore the sword out of the dead king, took Epona by the reins, and walked to the river. He cleaned his sword, never failing to smirk, and laughed cold and loudly. He mounted Epona, looked back at the dead king and laughed some more. That night, as he rode back to Ganondorf, he did not cease to laugh. It was that night that anyone other then him was to be alive, for as of tomorrow, he'd finish them all off.