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The Legend of Zelda
The Golden Land
Chapter Two
Unleashed
Several Hundred Years in the Past
A misty rain covered the land, soaking into the soil and drenching everything. One
unfortunate young man happened to be out in this wet weather. A brown horse with white trim
raced across the open fields. On the horse's back was a young teenage boy. He was clad in green
with a sword and shield slung over his back, bouncing as the horse galloped. A bow and several
other items were also fastened to the lad. His blond hair clung to his face, drenched in the rain.
The young man, known as Link, spurred his horse on to greater speeds. There was no time
left. He rode towards a village near the forest. That was his best guess as to where the fiend was
headed. Link had just come from Kakariko Village, the windmill town that housed Hyrule's
graveyard. At least, it used to. Now there was nothing left. The whole village was a graveyard.
And it was all his fault.
Link peered through the haze to find the next village. He thought that he could see smoke in
the sky. That could be a good or a bad sign. As Link and his horse, Epona, galloped over the crest
of a hill the village came into view. It was in flames.
Link narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He spurred Epona towards the smoldering
wreckage. A sick feeling hung in the pit of Link's stomach. As he entered the burning town, it
became apparent that there were no survivors. Just like Kakariko. It looked as if the village had
suffered the wrath of a god. But, Link knew what had happened. The village had suffered a god of
wrath.
The Fierce Deity had been here.
And it was all Link's fault.
The Hero of Time cursed under his breath as he inspected the town. Looking for survivors
was useless. The Fierce Deity would not leave any. And it had been Link who had unleashed the
raging demigod.
Two years earlier, a twelve-year-old Link had returned from his adventured in the world of
Termina. He had brought with him the masks he had collected there. They were magical masks.
Several of them, he still carried with him wherever he went. They had all been a great help to him.
However, one of the masks was not filled with joy, like the others. Link cursed the day he had ever
worn that mask. The Fierce Deity Mask. A mask endowed with the power of an angry god of
wrath. Link had been forced to use the mask to defeat another evil mask, Majora's Mask. When
Link had worn the mask, he had been transformed into an unstoppable demigod. He had then struck
down Majora's Wrath with ease. After returning to Hyrule, link had kept the mask with him. He
had not known. No one had none. The Fierce Deity Mask contained not only the power of an evil
god, but trapped inside of it was the spirit of the god itself.
And two months ago, the angry god had broken free from it's prison. The Fierce Deity was
loose on Hyrule. Link cursed himself for not seeing the mask for what it really was. He should
have destroyed it. Or had the Sages banish it from this or any other world. But he had not. Link
had perhaps even had some inclination of the mask's true nature, but he chose to ignore these. The
power of the mask was too useful to throw away.
Now five cities in Hyrule were completely gone. The Fierce Deity never left survivors.
Link blamed himself for all of it. The hardest thing, was when Link had arrived at the decimated
Lon Lon Ranch. Despite an immense loss of blood, Malon was somehow still alive when he got
there. She had died in his arms. Malon had been fourteen, the same age as Link. Link had quickly
performed a burial service for Malon, Talon, and Ingo. He had been chasing the Fierce Deity for the
past month.
Link burned with anger. When he found the Fierce Deity, he would finish things for good.
No matter what. The mark of the Triforce burned on Link's hand. The god of wrath would now
face his wrath.
Link and Epona quickly left the burning town. They were close, Link could feel it. By now,
the Fierce Deity would know they were after him. Link turned west, towards the desert. He and
Epona raced over Hyrule Field.
* * * * * *
Link stood on sand covered stone in front of a giant ziggurat. He had left Epona in the care
of the Gerudos before he had entered the Haunted Wasteland. The Gerudo Fortress that guarded the
entrance to the dessert had been decimated like the towns. By the time Link got there, Gerudo from
other places had gathered there. They were mourning their dead and preforming burial rights. Link
had assured them that he was after the culprit.
The Gerudo had insisted that they did not want justice, but revenge. Link had to agree,
although, there was little difference in this case. He had vowed that he would show no mercy and
had been able to persuade the Gerudo warriors not to come with him.
Now Link stood in front of an empty temple. he knew that this had been Ganondorf's
stronghold before he took Hyrule Castle. Link had only ever seen the pyramid in the distance. The
Fierce Deity was in there. He was waiting.
Using the power of his Golden Gauntlets, Link pushed open the massive arched doorway
and entered the dark temple. Link couldn't see well, but he didn't care. He marched straight
forward. As he walked, torches lit up before him, illuminating the hallway. Again, Link didn't
care. He ran down the winding halls towards the center of the ziggurat. Soon, the Hero came to the
room at the end of the hall. It had once been Ganondorf's throne room. Now, it was bare and
empty.
Empty except for a lone figure.
The Fierce Deity stood at the far end of the room. He didn't move and his eyes were closed.
His grey clothes rustled slightly in the breeze coming from the hall Link had entered through. His
armor glittered in the torchlight. He gripped his massive, double bladed sword in front of him with
both hands, the point of the sword resting on the ground.
Link narrowed his eyes and slowly approached. At about five meters away, he stopped.
"So, you finally made it, Little Warrior Boy?" The Fierce Deity raised his head and opened
his eyes. Link met the demonic white gaze unwaveringly. The evil demigod smiled, a sick,
demented smile. "So tell me, do you like how I have redecorated your world?"
Link scowled. "With the bodies of women and children? You will pay for what you have
done."
The god of wrath raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh? Are you going to stop me? You
are the one who released me on these people."
Links lip twitched and he gnashed his teeth together. "You are right. This is my fault. Now
I'm going to fix it."
The deity smirked. He lifter his massive sword and slung it over his shoulder. "Really?
You know, you and I are the same. When you wore that mask you could feel my power. You know
you enjoyed it." The demigod's smirk grew has he saw Link flinch at that. "In a way, you are a
part of me, and I am a part of you. Why do you think I look like this?"
Link gritted his teeth. It was true. The Fierce Deity bore a chilling resemblance to him. If
Link was about three years older, they would be nearly identical.
Link scowled, barely containing his rage and his guilt. He was playing into the Fierce
Deity's hands, and he knew it. Link drew in a deep breath and cleared his mind. He straightened
his posture as he exhaled. His look of rage was replaced by once of determination. He reached
behind his back and pulled out an item. The item had a green handle that looked like a stem. On
the top, was a black-to-purple rosebud. Link swung the item through the air. The rosebud instantly
morphed and grew into a giant blade with intricate rose designs. The Master Sword was still in the
Temple of Time. Link could not remove it without releasing Ganon. That meant that he would
have to use the Great Fairy's Sword. He gripped it in both hands.
Link turned his gaze back to the Fierce Deity. "It does not matter. I am Link! Hero of
Time and protector of this land! This ends now!"
The Fierce Deity scowled at the defiant boy. This child refused to give in to his anger and
would not be intimidated. How dare the puny mortal defy him! The god of wrath sneered and
raised his sword in both hands.
"So be it. Hero"
Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Legend of Zelda. Yet.
The Legend of Zelda
The Golden Land
Chapter Two
Unleashed
Several Hundred Years in the Past
A misty rain covered the land, soaking into the soil and drenching everything. One
unfortunate young man happened to be out in this wet weather. A brown horse with white trim
raced across the open fields. On the horse's back was a young teenage boy. He was clad in green
with a sword and shield slung over his back, bouncing as the horse galloped. A bow and several
other items were also fastened to the lad. His blond hair clung to his face, drenched in the rain.
The young man, known as Link, spurred his horse on to greater speeds. There was no time
left. He rode towards a village near the forest. That was his best guess as to where the fiend was
headed. Link had just come from Kakariko Village, the windmill town that housed Hyrule's
graveyard. At least, it used to. Now there was nothing left. The whole village was a graveyard.
And it was all his fault.
Link peered through the haze to find the next village. He thought that he could see smoke in
the sky. That could be a good or a bad sign. As Link and his horse, Epona, galloped over the crest
of a hill the village came into view. It was in flames.
Link narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He spurred Epona towards the smoldering
wreckage. A sick feeling hung in the pit of Link's stomach. As he entered the burning town, it
became apparent that there were no survivors. Just like Kakariko. It looked as if the village had
suffered the wrath of a god. But, Link knew what had happened. The village had suffered a god of
wrath.
The Fierce Deity had been here.
And it was all Link's fault.
The Hero of Time cursed under his breath as he inspected the town. Looking for survivors
was useless. The Fierce Deity would not leave any. And it had been Link who had unleashed the
raging demigod.
Two years earlier, a twelve-year-old Link had returned from his adventured in the world of
Termina. He had brought with him the masks he had collected there. They were magical masks.
Several of them, he still carried with him wherever he went. They had all been a great help to him.
However, one of the masks was not filled with joy, like the others. Link cursed the day he had ever
worn that mask. The Fierce Deity Mask. A mask endowed with the power of an angry god of
wrath. Link had been forced to use the mask to defeat another evil mask, Majora's Mask. When
Link had worn the mask, he had been transformed into an unstoppable demigod. He had then struck
down Majora's Wrath with ease. After returning to Hyrule, link had kept the mask with him. He
had not known. No one had none. The Fierce Deity Mask contained not only the power of an evil
god, but trapped inside of it was the spirit of the god itself.
And two months ago, the angry god had broken free from it's prison. The Fierce Deity was
loose on Hyrule. Link cursed himself for not seeing the mask for what it really was. He should
have destroyed it. Or had the Sages banish it from this or any other world. But he had not. Link
had perhaps even had some inclination of the mask's true nature, but he chose to ignore these. The
power of the mask was too useful to throw away.
Now five cities in Hyrule were completely gone. The Fierce Deity never left survivors.
Link blamed himself for all of it. The hardest thing, was when Link had arrived at the decimated
Lon Lon Ranch. Despite an immense loss of blood, Malon was somehow still alive when he got
there. She had died in his arms. Malon had been fourteen, the same age as Link. Link had quickly
performed a burial service for Malon, Talon, and Ingo. He had been chasing the Fierce Deity for the
past month.
Link burned with anger. When he found the Fierce Deity, he would finish things for good.
No matter what. The mark of the Triforce burned on Link's hand. The god of wrath would now
face his wrath.
Link and Epona quickly left the burning town. They were close, Link could feel it. By now,
the Fierce Deity would know they were after him. Link turned west, towards the desert. He and
Epona raced over Hyrule Field.
* * * * * *
Link stood on sand covered stone in front of a giant ziggurat. He had left Epona in the care
of the Gerudos before he had entered the Haunted Wasteland. The Gerudo Fortress that guarded the
entrance to the dessert had been decimated like the towns. By the time Link got there, Gerudo from
other places had gathered there. They were mourning their dead and preforming burial rights. Link
had assured them that he was after the culprit.
The Gerudo had insisted that they did not want justice, but revenge. Link had to agree,
although, there was little difference in this case. He had vowed that he would show no mercy and
had been able to persuade the Gerudo warriors not to come with him.
Now Link stood in front of an empty temple. he knew that this had been Ganondorf's
stronghold before he took Hyrule Castle. Link had only ever seen the pyramid in the distance. The
Fierce Deity was in there. He was waiting.
Using the power of his Golden Gauntlets, Link pushed open the massive arched doorway
and entered the dark temple. Link couldn't see well, but he didn't care. He marched straight
forward. As he walked, torches lit up before him, illuminating the hallway. Again, Link didn't
care. He ran down the winding halls towards the center of the ziggurat. Soon, the Hero came to the
room at the end of the hall. It had once been Ganondorf's throne room. Now, it was bare and
empty.
Empty except for a lone figure.
The Fierce Deity stood at the far end of the room. He didn't move and his eyes were closed.
His grey clothes rustled slightly in the breeze coming from the hall Link had entered through. His
armor glittered in the torchlight. He gripped his massive, double bladed sword in front of him with
both hands, the point of the sword resting on the ground.
Link narrowed his eyes and slowly approached. At about five meters away, he stopped.
"So, you finally made it, Little Warrior Boy?" The Fierce Deity raised his head and opened
his eyes. Link met the demonic white gaze unwaveringly. The evil demigod smiled, a sick,
demented smile. "So tell me, do you like how I have redecorated your world?"
Link scowled. "With the bodies of women and children? You will pay for what you have
done."
The god of wrath raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Oh? Are you going to stop me? You
are the one who released me on these people."
Links lip twitched and he gnashed his teeth together. "You are right. This is my fault. Now
I'm going to fix it."
The deity smirked. He lifter his massive sword and slung it over his shoulder. "Really?
You know, you and I are the same. When you wore that mask you could feel my power. You know
you enjoyed it." The demigod's smirk grew has he saw Link flinch at that. "In a way, you are a
part of me, and I am a part of you. Why do you think I look like this?"
Link gritted his teeth. It was true. The Fierce Deity bore a chilling resemblance to him. If
Link was about three years older, they would be nearly identical.
Link scowled, barely containing his rage and his guilt. He was playing into the Fierce
Deity's hands, and he knew it. Link drew in a deep breath and cleared his mind. He straightened
his posture as he exhaled. His look of rage was replaced by once of determination. He reached
behind his back and pulled out an item. The item had a green handle that looked like a stem. On
the top, was a black-to-purple rosebud. Link swung the item through the air. The rosebud instantly
morphed and grew into a giant blade with intricate rose designs. The Master Sword was still in the
Temple of Time. Link could not remove it without releasing Ganon. That meant that he would
have to use the Great Fairy's Sword. He gripped it in both hands.
Link turned his gaze back to the Fierce Deity. "It does not matter. I am Link! Hero of
Time and protector of this land! This ends now!"
The Fierce Deity scowled at the defiant boy. This child refused to give in to his anger and
would not be intimidated. How dare the puny mortal defy him! The god of wrath sneered and
raised his sword in both hands.
"So be it. Hero"