Part Four: The Shadow Stalker
Chapter Seven: Moonlight Madness
Zelda tended to her flowers. The bright moonlight was her only way for her to see her work. Her father refers to it as a filthy task for a princess. However, she had one card to play---her mother would do the same.
Sometimes the King would come out and watch her do her diligent work. Not tonight. There was far much to do. He was going to have his first meeting with her future husband and will not be back until next week.
She reached down and pulled a set of weeds. With a slight sigh, she tossed them over into a pile to her right.
How long has it been since last she cared for flowers? She had no time during the day to work and her nights were filled with tending to Link as his body lay on the cotton cot. Her gentle hand lifted the head of a dying flower. She reached for her set of semi-rusted cutters and clipped its head off. No need for it to suffer anymore.
Navi floated around the rose bushes. Her body nimbly guided through the large thorns so that she can pull off the fattening Japanese beetles that eat away the leaves so that they can multiply and eat more. Her hands reached down and grabbed one. She held it away from her face as its limbs move up and down in a slow drunken formation. She hated these insects. She remembered once a year, the Deku Tree would ask all fairies to pluck them from his leaves like lice from Mido every time he refused to wash his hair.
"In, you go!" she giggled as she tossed it inside a soapy bucket. She folded her arms in pride as the insect twitched and finally floated to the surface of the poisonous water, dead as a doornail.
Zelda smiled. Link never liked gardening. Sitting in one spot and pulling weeds just wasn't his cup of tea. He did enjoy playing with the water hose. As helpful as it would be for someone to water her flowers, he tended to overdo it.
Lilacs and Daffodils
Tulips and Daisies
A spectrum of warm colors surrounded her. Each flower had its place in her garden or her heart. The smell alone was always a welcoming sign of life.
There was one flower that is the crown of her courtyard: the rose. So many colors of roses were decorated around her area. Yellow stood for the friendship she held with her acquaintances. Pink was for grace and elegance. Philanthropy, no matter how poor or even how wealthy they are. That was a key virtue for a good leader.
There were a few black roses here and there. These were to morn the death of her mother, for black was the symbol of bad omen---these flowers emerged before she passed away. Therefore, they have their place in her circle of life.
Out of all roses was one that was always kept to its own. Set in the far left side, was a bushel of purple roses that surrounded the blue rose. Purple symbolized enchantment. But the blue rose, was for the impossible--- the miracle. There were no other blue roses around Hyrule. Yet it still managed to bloom and grow. It survived for many decades now. Even when Hyrule was in Ganondorf's Dark Age, the rose continued to bloom around his castle of black stone and fire.
No one understood why it never died. Some say it is because it was destined to live forever. Others say that it never created the miracle it intended to and won't die until it fulfills its destiny. "You won't die for me. Besides, Link liked you the most. Blue was his favorite color," smiled Zelda as she placed her hand under its crown and patted it with a mother's gentleness. The sweet night dew covered its petals like pearls on the sand.
Zelda sat next to the flowerbed. She carefully trimmed the top of a dying rose and placed it in a small heap full of weeds and other atrocities of the garden. Navi sat on her shoulder. The Triforce earring on her ear kept bumping against the little fairy.
"Oh Navi, I wish he would just wake up!"
Navi shock her head while waving her finger. "Zelda, what have we just talked about? I'm worried too, but I don't want you to go into a coma from all this stress."
Zelda walked over toward the fountain. It was a cherub holding cornucopia spouted water from its marble lips. Her fingers reached down and meshed with the fluids of life to lift the dirt that wedged between her fingers and hide any details that even royalty knew labor. Slowly the two hands cupped together as she brought it toward her lips. Her pink lips were about to touch the sweet aqueous material when her eyes noticed something odd. The color was a slight pink. She parted with the liquid like the Red Sea and stared at the small statue. The color that was once as clear as the moonlight night slowly grew darker and darker as it poured out of the mouth of the stone angel.
Zelda turned toward her two guards. Their attention stance was as militaristic as ever. Zelda gazed back at the fountain as the water was now an easy maroon color. A slight scent began to spike the air. Zelda pulled her dress up as she hurried to her bodyguards.
"Private Rockett, Private DeVille?" she whispered as her hand reached over for their shoulder. With barely a slight touch, their bodies crumbled down to the ground like puppets without strings. She gasped as she and Navi turned their bodies over.
"Zelda, look---their faces---"
"---they're---crushed---"
Zelda's head shot up at as a dark figure was perched on the roof. His hand dropped what looked like a head to the ground. The blood dripped from his fingers like paint off a brush. He than stood up. His figure was leanly built and familiar.
"Link...?"
His head slowly made contact with her's. He leaped from his spot and pounced towards Princess Zelda. She immediately dove to the side but not before he could grasp her dress. Link jerked the material enough to almost give the girl whiplash. Link tossed her over to the side into her rose patch. Link pulled her through the endless amounts of thorns to over in the clearing.
Link than reached up and pulled his Goron Hammer. The Death Mountain weapon was covered in bits of hair, bone and blood. He raised it in the air and swung it down with all his might at her head. Zelda rolled to the side and barely missed the mighty mallet's top. She felt the shockwaves from the instrument. A loud buzzing emitted her ears. She looked up. Everything was so blurry. The pulse that the hammer gave her caused a slight dizziness in her head.
She was as good as dead. Her eyes struggled to focus as she watched the green blur grow closer.
"ze----a---" shouted a small voice that seemed to be drowned out by the ringing. Zelda looked and saw a glowing yellow circle of light behind her floating around a gray object. Her eyes shot open as she turned and grabbed the bucket near Navi. She quickly threw the soapy mixture at her aggressor.
Link cringed as he threw his gauntlets back in his pouch while trying to rub the stinging sensation of the chemical mixture from his eyes. His hands dug at his face as he ran toward the fountain and started to rinse off his face. Zelda started to take off. Navi flew over to his side.
"LINK!" she screamed as she pulled on his earring. Link jerked his head. His yellow lizard like pupils flashed demonically. The red water matted his blonde hair against his face while his teeth clenched tightly. Navi quivered her lips as Link ignored her and began to hiss. His body flashed across the courtyard.
Zelda ran as quick as she could. She yelped when her three thousand dollar high heels tripped over a log. Her body tumbled on the sticky grass. She pulled herself up. She looked down and noticed the pool of red she had fallen over. Zelda turned over to her foot and immediately crawled back from it. *Did Link do this!?!* Her mind buzzed as she pulled her foot away from the severed leg.
Link charged at her. Zelda immediately pulled out the guard's spear. A dangling hand still gripped the base as it slid down to Zelda's tight clench. She hesitated long enough for Link to pull out his sword and slice the pointed top. Zelda shoved the wooden rod towards his chest but his body spins to the right and dodging it with a dancer's grace.
Zelda turned toward his hands. The position of his hand was completely off as if he was some novice to the blade. Zelda took her chance and kicked at his hand. The sword fell out as Link grabbed her ankle. A twisted half smile formed between his he began to cackle.
He pulled out silver gauntlet on his hand. He held the foot up and brought the other hand down. A large crack erupted as shattered pieces of jagged white bone ripped through her skin. Zelda screamed as the hellish pain of splintered bone and tissue was covered all over his hand. Link brought his hand to his face. His face softened oh so slightly. He than growled as he pulled her foot and threw her straight into the wall. Zelda ignored her foot and concentrated all her power into making a shield. It barely completed as her body smashed an inch into the side and fell back to the ground like a rag doll. She rubbed her noggin. A large headache, but better than what could've been based on the cracks on the wall.
Her eyes weakly turned toward the man. Link was shaking. He stared at his hand that crushed her foot; into the thick liquid. She gazed at his lips. She read each syllable that formed---. "I---sorry---I'm sorry---" Zelda crawled. She pulled her body through the thorn bushes and reached out her hand and placed it on his. Link turned toward her. His face twitched as he pulled her away. His hands grabbed his temples as he walked towards the shadows. Zelda kept reaching for him as he slipped into the shadows. His yellow eyes glowed until he closed them and vanished.
Zelda's hand fell to the ground. Sorrow began to drip down her face. "Link-- -" she muttered as she lay on the soft earth as quiet as the wind.
Chapter Eight: Me, Myself and Romano
Deep below the castle in the basement---
Old wine bottles sat from side to side. Water drips from the ceiling while webs decorate every corner and object. Blood droplets form a trail from the tiny window to where Link sat in the dark cellar. His body shivering as his once forest green tunic was covered in enough to look like his Goron outfit "---." He muttered. "---I knew all of them---I saved them from Nona Mountains---now they are all---why---why did I---"
Tears fell at his eyes as his body knelt before the ground.
"---.PLEASE---STOP---making me---DO THIS!---" he muttered as he continued crying. His head than shot forward.
"No---a Hyrulian royal member must DIE before I settle for another fifty years of rest---I cannot---"
"You cannot what!?! Put a knife down and actually THINK for a moment."
"Your blade is nothing more than a metal club. How you manage to swing it is beyond me."
Link rolled his eyes. "If you quit holding it like a rapier, than maybe it will actually work better."
"It doesn't matter. Slicing her into little pieces would be boring and not worth my time. I would rather have you smash her head like a watermelon---"
Link shook his head frantically. "I'll---.KILL---. ---. ---MYSELF---before you---. ---TOUCH HER AGAIN---"
Link growled as he held the dagger to his neck. His breathing rasped as his hand pulls the blade towards his throat while his eyes tensely stared at its magnificent work. The other pushed his hand back as hard as he could. All of a sudden his body relaxed---the other hand gently lowerd the other hand down as he sat on the floor once more.
"rest Link---fighting me is like attempting to battle a lightning storm with an iron rod," muttered Link as he touched his cheek. Link's face lit up as he punched the side of his face and fell down. Link pulled himself up and began to bang his head against the walls of stone. Link grabbed his Goron Hammer and rose it up to strike at his knee caps. His hands immediately let go of the weapon.
Suddenly Link began to laugh coldly to himself. "Ah---trying to cripple your legs so that you may not be able to go after her---you can't hide anything from me Link---you're a noble spirit---but you are also an idiot--- why care for one life---you're a handsome lad---I can see your memories--- there are better women out there---GIVE ME MY REVENGE! And I'll promise--- I'll even cleanse your thoughts that you ever did this---we can go and blame it on some beast like a Wolfo---you will mourn---but you will move on- --and thus will I---does this not sound---pleasant?" Link turned towards a pool of blood. He began to look down and stare at it. His hand reaches up and touches his shoulder.
"You honestly think you and her will walk out of this---together? After what you did to her? Will she even TRUST you---" Link bit his lip. "---the truth hurts---you are so naïve---you want a happy ending. The two of you will ride off into the sunset closer than before---idiot---WHERE IS MY HAPPY ENDING! WHY MUST MY LIFE'S THREAD BE SO QUICKLY SNAPPED! "Link muttered as he felt his old dreams of him and Lauretta sitting with a family of their own. "I never got my happy ending, Link---I was killed--- for politics---" Link's face loosened. Link turned his head towards the side.
"I'm sorry---I know---I saw. But that's still no excuse to massacre solders like putting a snake in a cage of mice." Link spoke thoughtfully as he patted his shoulder. "You know---maybe I should think about it? I'm really thirsty from earlier. I'm not exactly a wine person, but let's have a few drinks over this?" spoke Link as he smiled.
Link scrunched his head as his hand reached behind his neck and began to scratch it confused.
"Wine eh? Well, I haven't had any in so long. Why not? But I get to choose the year." Link strutted over to the large shelves of the various wines. The oak shelves were filled with different bottles of varying color. His hand began to touch each bottle as if he was a connoisseur of the craft. "458 or 811 have a very sweet taste---I believe those would be ones you would like. I personally enjoy 801, 732, and 665 simply because of the stronger taste."
Link shrugged his shoulders. "Let's get all five of them?" he suggested as he pulled each one out of its sockets. "You won't be awake for another fifty years. Why not have a little fun." Link reached over to a small tool with a wooden handle and wire. He pressed the device through the cork and opened it. He pulled it to his lips and took a deep gulp.
"Easy there. *chug* this is wine, not coke." Spoke Link as he wiped his mouth and reached over for another bottle.
"Don't worry about it. But *chug* isn't there anyway we can work this *chug* out? Me and Zel, have accomplished a lot. *chug chug* How do we break your curse? *chug chug* I'm sure ---" he spoke as he took out two bottles and started drinking them at the same time.
"Your words are kind and so is your heart.*chug chug chug chug* But you cannot erase five hundred years of bitter hatred. Many have tried and all have failed. Zelda will die. *chug* I've long given up of any hope of people breaking my curse. *chug* kill them all. *chug chug chug*. I'll tell you what---I won't even touch her face. We will butcher everything but the face. That way you can look at it. So perfect---so charming---so touchable-- -so---untouchable---just like me five hundred years ago---"
Link tossed the empty bottles to the side and punched his face. His cheek was a bright red as it began to turn to a swollen purple. He quickly grabbed the 665 and began to empty the bottle to his system.
"But what's---the POINT! *chug* You have been doing this for how long?*chug chug chug* And you're still angry! Even Ganondorf knows when to quit---" Link cringed as his body tenses up. He placed the empty bottle to the side. He closed his eyes as he placed his hands behind his back. He loosened into a half drunkenness position.
"There is no point---I've known that for a long time---but there's nothing I can do---EXCEPT SLAUGHTER HYRULIAN BLOOD UNTIL IT RAINS RED!" shouted Link as he raises his hands into the air and cackled. "Ohhhhh, yes---they must die---THEY ALL MUST DIE! ---come Link---we must wait until our precious comes skipping out of the door---" Link shook his head as he felt his knees begin to give out. Link tumbled against a wooden shelf as his body laid all its weight against it. "You bloody---dolt---how much did alcohol did we---" he slurred as he turned toward five empty bottles. His mouth dropped.
"Enough to keep you unconscious for the night---and since we have to sleep during the day---enough---for Zel to---rest---to figure out something--- even if it means killing this body while it is shut down---I told you I won't let you hurt her---you won't let me physically hurt myself---so a few bottles of happy juice here and there---goodnight Romano---" Link spat out as he fell over drunk as a skunk.
Link raised his head. "Damn it---I didn't think he was this smart to do anything like---" he whispered as he laid his head on the cold cellar floor. "---merry evening to you, Link---" he whispered.
Link opened his right eye. "Zelda---I hope you forgive me---"
Link opened the other eye. "It's too late, Link---your hands are already stained with blood---"
A tear began to build up in his right eye as the other one narrowed and closed. He slowly closed his right eye, and prayed that someone would kill him before he woke up.
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Tho' I tried not to hurt you
Tho' I tried
But I guess that's why they say
Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
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Outside in the ruin Garden of Zelda. Where blood polluted the fountain.
Lilacs and Daffodils
Tulips and Daisies
Each petal smashed and drenched with human fluid. Except for the lone blue rose. Link's favorite rose. He liked blue. Blue stood for the impossible. A miracle.
For the first time in decades, it slowly begins to droop to the side and wilt two petals.
A/N: I went through literary hell to get this Part up. First time, I lose all of what I wrote for this on my floppy AFTER I finished, than when I upload it, the punctuation screwed up (that's why you see --- instead of . for breaths) and I almost lost Part One because when I was uploading this chapter, I accidently put it up as chapter one (god I love temporary files or else the story would've been lost)
Make my day and review, I had to go through a lot of trouble just to keep this story going
Zelda tended to her flowers. The bright moonlight was her only way for her to see her work. Her father refers to it as a filthy task for a princess. However, she had one card to play---her mother would do the same.
Sometimes the King would come out and watch her do her diligent work. Not tonight. There was far much to do. He was going to have his first meeting with her future husband and will not be back until next week.
She reached down and pulled a set of weeds. With a slight sigh, she tossed them over into a pile to her right.
How long has it been since last she cared for flowers? She had no time during the day to work and her nights were filled with tending to Link as his body lay on the cotton cot. Her gentle hand lifted the head of a dying flower. She reached for her set of semi-rusted cutters and clipped its head off. No need for it to suffer anymore.
Navi floated around the rose bushes. Her body nimbly guided through the large thorns so that she can pull off the fattening Japanese beetles that eat away the leaves so that they can multiply and eat more. Her hands reached down and grabbed one. She held it away from her face as its limbs move up and down in a slow drunken formation. She hated these insects. She remembered once a year, the Deku Tree would ask all fairies to pluck them from his leaves like lice from Mido every time he refused to wash his hair.
"In, you go!" she giggled as she tossed it inside a soapy bucket. She folded her arms in pride as the insect twitched and finally floated to the surface of the poisonous water, dead as a doornail.
Zelda smiled. Link never liked gardening. Sitting in one spot and pulling weeds just wasn't his cup of tea. He did enjoy playing with the water hose. As helpful as it would be for someone to water her flowers, he tended to overdo it.
Lilacs and Daffodils
Tulips and Daisies
A spectrum of warm colors surrounded her. Each flower had its place in her garden or her heart. The smell alone was always a welcoming sign of life.
There was one flower that is the crown of her courtyard: the rose. So many colors of roses were decorated around her area. Yellow stood for the friendship she held with her acquaintances. Pink was for grace and elegance. Philanthropy, no matter how poor or even how wealthy they are. That was a key virtue for a good leader.
There were a few black roses here and there. These were to morn the death of her mother, for black was the symbol of bad omen---these flowers emerged before she passed away. Therefore, they have their place in her circle of life.
Out of all roses was one that was always kept to its own. Set in the far left side, was a bushel of purple roses that surrounded the blue rose. Purple symbolized enchantment. But the blue rose, was for the impossible--- the miracle. There were no other blue roses around Hyrule. Yet it still managed to bloom and grow. It survived for many decades now. Even when Hyrule was in Ganondorf's Dark Age, the rose continued to bloom around his castle of black stone and fire.
No one understood why it never died. Some say it is because it was destined to live forever. Others say that it never created the miracle it intended to and won't die until it fulfills its destiny. "You won't die for me. Besides, Link liked you the most. Blue was his favorite color," smiled Zelda as she placed her hand under its crown and patted it with a mother's gentleness. The sweet night dew covered its petals like pearls on the sand.
Zelda sat next to the flowerbed. She carefully trimmed the top of a dying rose and placed it in a small heap full of weeds and other atrocities of the garden. Navi sat on her shoulder. The Triforce earring on her ear kept bumping against the little fairy.
"Oh Navi, I wish he would just wake up!"
Navi shock her head while waving her finger. "Zelda, what have we just talked about? I'm worried too, but I don't want you to go into a coma from all this stress."
Zelda walked over toward the fountain. It was a cherub holding cornucopia spouted water from its marble lips. Her fingers reached down and meshed with the fluids of life to lift the dirt that wedged between her fingers and hide any details that even royalty knew labor. Slowly the two hands cupped together as she brought it toward her lips. Her pink lips were about to touch the sweet aqueous material when her eyes noticed something odd. The color was a slight pink. She parted with the liquid like the Red Sea and stared at the small statue. The color that was once as clear as the moonlight night slowly grew darker and darker as it poured out of the mouth of the stone angel.
Zelda turned toward her two guards. Their attention stance was as militaristic as ever. Zelda gazed back at the fountain as the water was now an easy maroon color. A slight scent began to spike the air. Zelda pulled her dress up as she hurried to her bodyguards.
"Private Rockett, Private DeVille?" she whispered as her hand reached over for their shoulder. With barely a slight touch, their bodies crumbled down to the ground like puppets without strings. She gasped as she and Navi turned their bodies over.
"Zelda, look---their faces---"
"---they're---crushed---"
Zelda's head shot up at as a dark figure was perched on the roof. His hand dropped what looked like a head to the ground. The blood dripped from his fingers like paint off a brush. He than stood up. His figure was leanly built and familiar.
"Link...?"
His head slowly made contact with her's. He leaped from his spot and pounced towards Princess Zelda. She immediately dove to the side but not before he could grasp her dress. Link jerked the material enough to almost give the girl whiplash. Link tossed her over to the side into her rose patch. Link pulled her through the endless amounts of thorns to over in the clearing.
Link than reached up and pulled his Goron Hammer. The Death Mountain weapon was covered in bits of hair, bone and blood. He raised it in the air and swung it down with all his might at her head. Zelda rolled to the side and barely missed the mighty mallet's top. She felt the shockwaves from the instrument. A loud buzzing emitted her ears. She looked up. Everything was so blurry. The pulse that the hammer gave her caused a slight dizziness in her head.
She was as good as dead. Her eyes struggled to focus as she watched the green blur grow closer.
"ze----a---" shouted a small voice that seemed to be drowned out by the ringing. Zelda looked and saw a glowing yellow circle of light behind her floating around a gray object. Her eyes shot open as she turned and grabbed the bucket near Navi. She quickly threw the soapy mixture at her aggressor.
Link cringed as he threw his gauntlets back in his pouch while trying to rub the stinging sensation of the chemical mixture from his eyes. His hands dug at his face as he ran toward the fountain and started to rinse off his face. Zelda started to take off. Navi flew over to his side.
"LINK!" she screamed as she pulled on his earring. Link jerked his head. His yellow lizard like pupils flashed demonically. The red water matted his blonde hair against his face while his teeth clenched tightly. Navi quivered her lips as Link ignored her and began to hiss. His body flashed across the courtyard.
Zelda ran as quick as she could. She yelped when her three thousand dollar high heels tripped over a log. Her body tumbled on the sticky grass. She pulled herself up. She looked down and noticed the pool of red she had fallen over. Zelda turned over to her foot and immediately crawled back from it. *Did Link do this!?!* Her mind buzzed as she pulled her foot away from the severed leg.
Link charged at her. Zelda immediately pulled out the guard's spear. A dangling hand still gripped the base as it slid down to Zelda's tight clench. She hesitated long enough for Link to pull out his sword and slice the pointed top. Zelda shoved the wooden rod towards his chest but his body spins to the right and dodging it with a dancer's grace.
Zelda turned toward his hands. The position of his hand was completely off as if he was some novice to the blade. Zelda took her chance and kicked at his hand. The sword fell out as Link grabbed her ankle. A twisted half smile formed between his he began to cackle.
He pulled out silver gauntlet on his hand. He held the foot up and brought the other hand down. A large crack erupted as shattered pieces of jagged white bone ripped through her skin. Zelda screamed as the hellish pain of splintered bone and tissue was covered all over his hand. Link brought his hand to his face. His face softened oh so slightly. He than growled as he pulled her foot and threw her straight into the wall. Zelda ignored her foot and concentrated all her power into making a shield. It barely completed as her body smashed an inch into the side and fell back to the ground like a rag doll. She rubbed her noggin. A large headache, but better than what could've been based on the cracks on the wall.
Her eyes weakly turned toward the man. Link was shaking. He stared at his hand that crushed her foot; into the thick liquid. She gazed at his lips. She read each syllable that formed---. "I---sorry---I'm sorry---" Zelda crawled. She pulled her body through the thorn bushes and reached out her hand and placed it on his. Link turned toward her. His face twitched as he pulled her away. His hands grabbed his temples as he walked towards the shadows. Zelda kept reaching for him as he slipped into the shadows. His yellow eyes glowed until he closed them and vanished.
Zelda's hand fell to the ground. Sorrow began to drip down her face. "Link-- -" she muttered as she lay on the soft earth as quiet as the wind.
Chapter Eight: Me, Myself and Romano
Deep below the castle in the basement---
Old wine bottles sat from side to side. Water drips from the ceiling while webs decorate every corner and object. Blood droplets form a trail from the tiny window to where Link sat in the dark cellar. His body shivering as his once forest green tunic was covered in enough to look like his Goron outfit "---." He muttered. "---I knew all of them---I saved them from Nona Mountains---now they are all---why---why did I---"
Tears fell at his eyes as his body knelt before the ground.
"---.PLEASE---STOP---making me---DO THIS!---" he muttered as he continued crying. His head than shot forward.
"No---a Hyrulian royal member must DIE before I settle for another fifty years of rest---I cannot---"
"You cannot what!?! Put a knife down and actually THINK for a moment."
"Your blade is nothing more than a metal club. How you manage to swing it is beyond me."
Link rolled his eyes. "If you quit holding it like a rapier, than maybe it will actually work better."
"It doesn't matter. Slicing her into little pieces would be boring and not worth my time. I would rather have you smash her head like a watermelon---"
Link shook his head frantically. "I'll---.KILL---. ---. ---MYSELF---before you---. ---TOUCH HER AGAIN---"
Link growled as he held the dagger to his neck. His breathing rasped as his hand pulls the blade towards his throat while his eyes tensely stared at its magnificent work. The other pushed his hand back as hard as he could. All of a sudden his body relaxed---the other hand gently lowerd the other hand down as he sat on the floor once more.
"rest Link---fighting me is like attempting to battle a lightning storm with an iron rod," muttered Link as he touched his cheek. Link's face lit up as he punched the side of his face and fell down. Link pulled himself up and began to bang his head against the walls of stone. Link grabbed his Goron Hammer and rose it up to strike at his knee caps. His hands immediately let go of the weapon.
Suddenly Link began to laugh coldly to himself. "Ah---trying to cripple your legs so that you may not be able to go after her---you can't hide anything from me Link---you're a noble spirit---but you are also an idiot--- why care for one life---you're a handsome lad---I can see your memories--- there are better women out there---GIVE ME MY REVENGE! And I'll promise--- I'll even cleanse your thoughts that you ever did this---we can go and blame it on some beast like a Wolfo---you will mourn---but you will move on- --and thus will I---does this not sound---pleasant?" Link turned towards a pool of blood. He began to look down and stare at it. His hand reaches up and touches his shoulder.
"You honestly think you and her will walk out of this---together? After what you did to her? Will she even TRUST you---" Link bit his lip. "---the truth hurts---you are so naïve---you want a happy ending. The two of you will ride off into the sunset closer than before---idiot---WHERE IS MY HAPPY ENDING! WHY MUST MY LIFE'S THREAD BE SO QUICKLY SNAPPED! "Link muttered as he felt his old dreams of him and Lauretta sitting with a family of their own. "I never got my happy ending, Link---I was killed--- for politics---" Link's face loosened. Link turned his head towards the side.
"I'm sorry---I know---I saw. But that's still no excuse to massacre solders like putting a snake in a cage of mice." Link spoke thoughtfully as he patted his shoulder. "You know---maybe I should think about it? I'm really thirsty from earlier. I'm not exactly a wine person, but let's have a few drinks over this?" spoke Link as he smiled.
Link scrunched his head as his hand reached behind his neck and began to scratch it confused.
"Wine eh? Well, I haven't had any in so long. Why not? But I get to choose the year." Link strutted over to the large shelves of the various wines. The oak shelves were filled with different bottles of varying color. His hand began to touch each bottle as if he was a connoisseur of the craft. "458 or 811 have a very sweet taste---I believe those would be ones you would like. I personally enjoy 801, 732, and 665 simply because of the stronger taste."
Link shrugged his shoulders. "Let's get all five of them?" he suggested as he pulled each one out of its sockets. "You won't be awake for another fifty years. Why not have a little fun." Link reached over to a small tool with a wooden handle and wire. He pressed the device through the cork and opened it. He pulled it to his lips and took a deep gulp.
"Easy there. *chug* this is wine, not coke." Spoke Link as he wiped his mouth and reached over for another bottle.
"Don't worry about it. But *chug* isn't there anyway we can work this *chug* out? Me and Zel, have accomplished a lot. *chug chug* How do we break your curse? *chug chug* I'm sure ---" he spoke as he took out two bottles and started drinking them at the same time.
"Your words are kind and so is your heart.*chug chug chug chug* But you cannot erase five hundred years of bitter hatred. Many have tried and all have failed. Zelda will die. *chug* I've long given up of any hope of people breaking my curse. *chug* kill them all. *chug chug chug*. I'll tell you what---I won't even touch her face. We will butcher everything but the face. That way you can look at it. So perfect---so charming---so touchable-- -so---untouchable---just like me five hundred years ago---"
Link tossed the empty bottles to the side and punched his face. His cheek was a bright red as it began to turn to a swollen purple. He quickly grabbed the 665 and began to empty the bottle to his system.
"But what's---the POINT! *chug* You have been doing this for how long?*chug chug chug* And you're still angry! Even Ganondorf knows when to quit---" Link cringed as his body tenses up. He placed the empty bottle to the side. He closed his eyes as he placed his hands behind his back. He loosened into a half drunkenness position.
"There is no point---I've known that for a long time---but there's nothing I can do---EXCEPT SLAUGHTER HYRULIAN BLOOD UNTIL IT RAINS RED!" shouted Link as he raises his hands into the air and cackled. "Ohhhhh, yes---they must die---THEY ALL MUST DIE! ---come Link---we must wait until our precious comes skipping out of the door---" Link shook his head as he felt his knees begin to give out. Link tumbled against a wooden shelf as his body laid all its weight against it. "You bloody---dolt---how much did alcohol did we---" he slurred as he turned toward five empty bottles. His mouth dropped.
"Enough to keep you unconscious for the night---and since we have to sleep during the day---enough---for Zel to---rest---to figure out something--- even if it means killing this body while it is shut down---I told you I won't let you hurt her---you won't let me physically hurt myself---so a few bottles of happy juice here and there---goodnight Romano---" Link spat out as he fell over drunk as a skunk.
Link raised his head. "Damn it---I didn't think he was this smart to do anything like---" he whispered as he laid his head on the cold cellar floor. "---merry evening to you, Link---" he whispered.
Link opened his right eye. "Zelda---I hope you forgive me---"
Link opened the other eye. "It's too late, Link---your hands are already stained with blood---"
A tear began to build up in his right eye as the other one narrowed and closed. He slowly closed his right eye, and prayed that someone would kill him before he woke up.
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Tho' I tried not to hurt you
Tho' I tried
But I guess that's why they say
Every rose has its thorn Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
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Outside in the ruin Garden of Zelda. Where blood polluted the fountain.
Lilacs and Daffodils
Tulips and Daisies
Each petal smashed and drenched with human fluid. Except for the lone blue rose. Link's favorite rose. He liked blue. Blue stood for the impossible. A miracle.
For the first time in decades, it slowly begins to droop to the side and wilt two petals.
A/N: I went through literary hell to get this Part up. First time, I lose all of what I wrote for this on my floppy AFTER I finished, than when I upload it, the punctuation screwed up (that's why you see --- instead of . for breaths) and I almost lost Part One because when I was uploading this chapter, I accidently put it up as chapter one (god I love temporary files or else the story would've been lost)
Make my day and review, I had to go through a lot of trouble just to keep this story going