This story was one of many that was floating around in my head, so I decided to go ahead and post it.
I do not own Zelda.
The POV for this story is a surprise, so read it to find out!
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It was cold. That's all he could think of at first. It was so very cold…he
shivered. He tried to get up, but waves of pain caused him to slump to the ground once
more. The dark, empty room he was in spiraled dizzyingly around him as the deep darkness
claimed him again…
When next he woke, he managed to sit by leaning against the wall. The cold stone
provided support as he rested. "Where am I?" He tried to think. The last thing he
remembered was…Nothing. He didn't remember a thing before waking here. He didn't remember
his own name. He reached a hand to rub his aching head, and found a painful surprise. A
large gash, crusted with blood, dominated the left side of his head. It throbbed painfully
as he carefully examined it with a finger. That would explain the memory loss. He sat,
shivering. He didn't where he was, or how he could have gotten there. His breath hung in
the freezing air as he futilely tried to put the scattered remains of his mind together…
How long he had been in this freezing place, he had no idea. It took a few tries,
but he found he could just stand if he braced against the wall. Walking made him black out,
so he just stayed curled up in a corner. The only thing in here besides him was a door in
the far wall. It had opened a few times. Someone had brought him a plate of something
every once in a while. The door opened again, but there were two people now. One was the
food-man, but the other…he shivered, this time not from cold. This new man was scary. He
had greenish skin and red hair. He wore black armor, and his eyes seemed to glow with an
inner anger. So it was somewhat surprising when the new man walked up and sat next to him.
"You've had quite a time, haven't you?" The new man spoke with a gentleness that soothed all
his fears. "W-who are you?," he said. His voice stuttered from the cold and disuse.
"There will be time for that later. Come with me," said the new man. As he was lead
forward, he felt himself blacking out again…
When he woke up, he was in a new place. There was a blanket over him, and he
reveled in the warmth. He looked around his new room. This one had furniture, and was lit
by lamps. There was a mirror by the bed he was in. He looked, and saw a haggard face
staring back. The face was pale, framed by messy locks of dull blond hair. The two sunken
blue eyes stared blankly out of their sockets. "Awake, are you?" He turned to see the man
from before. With him was a woman. She had red hair too. "Guard the door," the man said
to her. She saluted him and left. The man sat in a chair. "I imagine you must have a lot
of questions. I will answer all that can." "Who are you?" "My name is Ganondorf." The
name sent a strange spike of cold down his spine. He ignored it. "Where is this place?" "We
are currently in my camp, which is in the Tangust Mountain Range of the far north. The
place you were in when I found you was a prison the Three-Horns Tribe put their war
prisoners in." "There was a war?" "Back before you were born. News travels slowly in
these parts." He could feel himself getting sleepy, lured by the warmth of his
surroundings. "If you want to sleep, we can continue talking later," Ganondorf said as he
got up. A final question caused him to pause. "Who am I?" Ganondorf turned slightly.
"Your name is Link."
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DUM DUM DUM DUUUUUMMMMMM!
Scary, no?
No?
Yeah, well, I'm not really much on scary stories.
So why don't you R&R? I very much enjoy feedback!
I do not own Zelda.
The POV for this story is a surprise, so read it to find out!
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
It was cold. That's all he could think of at first. It was so very cold…he
shivered. He tried to get up, but waves of pain caused him to slump to the ground once
more. The dark, empty room he was in spiraled dizzyingly around him as the deep darkness
claimed him again…
When next he woke, he managed to sit by leaning against the wall. The cold stone
provided support as he rested. "Where am I?" He tried to think. The last thing he
remembered was…Nothing. He didn't remember a thing before waking here. He didn't remember
his own name. He reached a hand to rub his aching head, and found a painful surprise. A
large gash, crusted with blood, dominated the left side of his head. It throbbed painfully
as he carefully examined it with a finger. That would explain the memory loss. He sat,
shivering. He didn't where he was, or how he could have gotten there. His breath hung in
the freezing air as he futilely tried to put the scattered remains of his mind together…
How long he had been in this freezing place, he had no idea. It took a few tries,
but he found he could just stand if he braced against the wall. Walking made him black out,
so he just stayed curled up in a corner. The only thing in here besides him was a door in
the far wall. It had opened a few times. Someone had brought him a plate of something
every once in a while. The door opened again, but there were two people now. One was the
food-man, but the other…he shivered, this time not from cold. This new man was scary. He
had greenish skin and red hair. He wore black armor, and his eyes seemed to glow with an
inner anger. So it was somewhat surprising when the new man walked up and sat next to him.
"You've had quite a time, haven't you?" The new man spoke with a gentleness that soothed all
his fears. "W-who are you?," he said. His voice stuttered from the cold and disuse.
"There will be time for that later. Come with me," said the new man. As he was lead
forward, he felt himself blacking out again…
When he woke up, he was in a new place. There was a blanket over him, and he
reveled in the warmth. He looked around his new room. This one had furniture, and was lit
by lamps. There was a mirror by the bed he was in. He looked, and saw a haggard face
staring back. The face was pale, framed by messy locks of dull blond hair. The two sunken
blue eyes stared blankly out of their sockets. "Awake, are you?" He turned to see the man
from before. With him was a woman. She had red hair too. "Guard the door," the man said
to her. She saluted him and left. The man sat in a chair. "I imagine you must have a lot
of questions. I will answer all that can." "Who are you?" "My name is Ganondorf." The
name sent a strange spike of cold down his spine. He ignored it. "Where is this place?" "We
are currently in my camp, which is in the Tangust Mountain Range of the far north. The
place you were in when I found you was a prison the Three-Horns Tribe put their war
prisoners in." "There was a war?" "Back before you were born. News travels slowly in
these parts." He could feel himself getting sleepy, lured by the warmth of his
surroundings. "If you want to sleep, we can continue talking later," Ganondorf said as he
got up. A final question caused him to pause. "Who am I?" Ganondorf turned slightly.
"Your name is Link."
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DUM DUM DUM DUUUUUMMMMMM!
Scary, no?
No?
Yeah, well, I'm not really much on scary stories.
So why don't you R&R? I very much enjoy feedback!