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"Tenma Incursion! Tenma Incursion! We have a Tenma Incursion in Ikana Valley! Requesting immediate back-up!" a loud, frightened voice yelled from a recording.
"That was three hours ago, the Tenma and their servants have a good foothold in Ikana already, they were discovered ten hours after initial infestation. Reports of higher Tenma species have been confirmed; types one through five are present at the time with a rumored Type Six Tenma as well. Any questions?" a man in camouflage asked his fellows that were listening to the recording with him.
"Do we really stand a chance against this many Tenma?" one of them asked.
"I can't answer that question, but our orders are to stop this incursion and that is what we are going to do,"
Elsewhere, within the great Ikana City, a city nestled within the canyon it was named after, the streets were being painted in blood as demonic beings and skeleton knights killed people who had not found refuge from them. Most of them had crazed, feral looks in their eyes that showed no signs of intelligence. But a few who were hanging back from the carnage, watching it with bored expressions. "Damn it all, not a single worthy challenge among them," one of them whined as it punched a nearby wall, causing several cracks to form around his fist and spread out through the wall.
"Stop complaining Eras, we are in the real world now," another one snapped, obviously just as agitated by that fact.
"There are some more troops coming this way, looks like they are armed to fight us at that. I'm sending our entire force their way," a third one stated, his eyes closed as all of the mindless Tenma and Stalfos stopped what they were doing and charged off to the south.
"Well that is cruel and unusual, I like it," a fourth one commented with a sinister smirk.
"So what? Only the strong deserve to make it this far," Eras growled as he crossed his arms.
"They are dying pretty quickly, only a few are getting through. They brought magically enhanced grenades, impressive preparation but they are under trained to deal with us," the third one reported, sitting down cross legged with his eyes still closed, "That takes care of that little problem, they ran out. We have twenty percent of our troops left, more than enough to finish them off."
"It amazes me what you Type Six Tenma's can do," The fourth one commented with an amused grin, "Too bad you are weak physically. If your weren't you would be the strongest type of Tenma. Wouldn't you agree Horsya?"
"I would Torsaf, I would give an arm and a leg to have the ability to control Stalfos, Type One, and Type Two Tenma by just thinking about it," the second one conceded, "But as Type Five Tenma we have superior strength and speed."
"Well this could be a problem, we have a group of six Hylians proving to be a problem," the Type Six Tenma stated, apparently annoyed, "Two are Evomancers, two are using special rifles designed to kill Tenma and Stalfos, one is using a small handgun that also is designed to kill Tenma, and the last one is a healing mage, which wouldn't be a problem if she would stop using curative spells on her comrades."
"How many are left Ashon?" Eras asked, getting interested.
"We have five percent of the remaining troops, and it is only those six on their side. I'm changing tactics, and I want to speak with this healer, I sense an unusual power coming from her. Moving Stalfos into strafing attack positions, Tenma being moved into ranged combat positions," the Type Six Tenma stated with a look of concentration on his face.
Several minutes later he opened his eyes and stood up as forty Stalfos followed by ten Tenma walked into sight. One of the Tenma carrying a tanned woman, who was unusually quiet considering the situation, over its shoulder. She looked like she was about eighteen years old at best, her fiery red hair was matted down with sweat, and her navy blue eyes were wide in terror. An expression of shocked fear was on her face as the Tenma that was carrying her dropped her in front of Ashon. "Hello there little girl," Ashon said with a cold and threatening tone, "Now tell me why you thought attacking us was such a smart idea."
She just stared at him in fear and didn't say a word. Ashon slowly began to lose his patience; he grabbed her by the collar and picked her up, making her look straight into his eyes. An evil laugh echoed throughout the street, but it didn't come from any of the Tenma. They looked around trying to find the source of the laughter, Ashon taking his eyes off the girl and dropping her as he did so. "Picking on little girls? How far you Tenma have fallen," the voice mocked them as several Stalfos suddenly exploded.
"What the hell?" Torsaf said as the rest of the Stalfos and the lower types of Tenma all exploded, a figure walking through it slowly came into sight.
Eras suddenly exploded when a small burst of blue flame shot out from the cloud of bone and flesh that had formed from the Tenma and Stalfos exploding. "Isn't it funny how weak they really are? A little blast of blue flame is all it takes," the voice said as the figure it belonged to exited the cloud as it finally settled down.
He was about six feet tall, with ashen white hair, white emotionless eyes, and pale white skin. His face had two red wing-like tattoos on either side of his face, meeting over the bridge of his nose, and a hollow blue triangular tattoo on his forehead. He was wearing a light blue tunic with a matching hood, a black form-fitting long-sleeved shirt under his tunic, black baggy pants, and ebony black boots. Over that he was wearing a dark blue breastplate, on his right breast was a moon symbol and on his left breast was a golden triangle symbol. He was wearing dark blue gauntlets with the same triangle symbol that was on his breastplate. His left hand was engulfed in blue fire and was clenched into a fist. "So who is next?" he asked, a bored expression on his face.
"An Oni, that explains it. I thought I had closed the portal behind me," Ashon commented, obviously annoyed, "Well what's done is done. Torsaf, Horsya, show him what real Tenma can do."
Almost as if they were possessed they charged the Oni, dark clouds of energy surrounding them as they did so. The Oni only smirked as he 'introduced' Torsaf's face to his flame-engulfed fist. Torsaf was sent flying backwards through a nearby wall and out of sight as Horsya pounded into the Oni's back with both fists, an explosion of dark energy and smoke billowed forth from where his fists met the Oni's back as he jumped back out of the way. "Is that all you can do?" the Oni's voice taunted as he practically flew out of the cloud, preparing to backhand Horsya.
Torsaf shot out from the wall and kicked the Oni in the side of his belly, knocking him off course and stopping his flight. "Cocky bastard, we're Type Five Tenma, it will take more than that to defeat us," Torsaf spat, glaring at the knocked down Oni.
The Oni chuckled evilly as he stood up; no worse for wear than when he started fighting. "Only Type five? I was hoping for a Type Eight at least. You aren't even worth releasing my level ten containment restraint," the Oni laughed, sending shivers down their backs, "But I suppose I will release it just to finish this quickly."
"Level ten what?" Horsya asked as the Oni crossed his arms over his chest as the blue flames died down on his hand.
The air suddenly grew colder as the Oni became engulfed in a blue energy field, the lights around him began to play tricks on looking eyes as the shadows seemed to dance around him. "Releasing level ten containment restraints," the Oni stated as the blue energy shattered around him as he relaxed his body.
"What was..." Torsaf asked as he suddenly found out that a gaping hole was in his stomach; he fell to the ground with a sickening plop as a pool of black blood formed around him.
"He...He is strong, way too strong," Horsya muttered, his eyes going wide as he slowly backed away.
"I think not," the Oni growled as he seemed to disappear, and then reappeared behind him, "There will be no escape."
The Oni slammed his fist through Horsya's back and out his upper chest, piercing through it like it wasn't even there. The Oni withdrew his hand from Horsya and then kicked him away. The Oni turned to Ashon who had an amused look on his face; in Ashon's clawed hand was the girl's throat, Ashon ready to slice it open at a moment's notice. "Well Oni? What will you do now?" Ashon asked with obvious amusement, and a hint of annoyance that the Oni showed no signs of caring about the girl.
"How, cowardly of you Tenma, hiding behind a mortal," the Oni snarled, his voice full of disdain.
"If it works," Ashon countered, a confident smirk plastered on his face.
"Who says it is going to work?" the Oni countered, and to his amusement Ashon's confident look immediately vanished.
"You wouldn't dare, you Oni don't believe in killing mortals," Ashon stuttered as his eyes went wide as the Oni's look didn't betray anything that would agree with him.
The Oni held his left hand out as a blue flame formed around it; he clenched his hand around the flame as if he was holding it as it shot out of both sides. One side shot out about a half a foot and the other shot out about five feet, the longer part of the flame began to widen and form into a helix with the very bottom shaved off. The flames began to recede, leaving behind a blue-green blade in the shape of the flame. "Mage-girl, I am going to have to ram this through your heart in order to get to the Tenma's, that is his type's only weakness. I am giving you the option to live or die. If you choose to die then may your gods have mercy on your soul, but if you choose to live you will have to live on as an Oni. You must choose now, even as I speak he is calling on his powers to open another portal into his realm, to call forth allies so that he can escape, and perhaps then transform you into a Tenma," the Oni stated coldly as he raised his weapon to be horizontally parallel to his head.
"What is the difference between you!" the girl shouted startling Ashon slightly, but not enough to make him stop watching the Oni or to let go of her, "You are both demon scum bent on killing off all of us Hylians!"
"I am giving you the choice, he will not, that is the difference. Now I have given you a choice, now make it," the Oni repeated, with a hint of indignance in his voice.
"I..." the girl started to say as Ashon tightened his grip on her throat, "I choose to live."
"So be it!" the Oni yelled as he rocketed forward from his standing position, his feet hovering above the ground as he flew at them.
He reached them in mere seconds, piercing through her heart and then through the Tenma's. The Tenma melted away into shadows as the Oni withdrew his blade and lay the girl down on the ground as he elevated her head with his right arm. He removed his left gauntlet, revealing that at the tip of each finger was a black claw tipped with a tiny spot of red. "Remember the choice was yours," the Oni said as he began to etch out a small bent line from ear to ear on her face, crossing the bridge of her nose.
Her red blood oozed forth from the wound as she began to shiver; after the Oni finished etching out the line he clawed his palm and let his blue blood fall into the wound on her face. The mark began to hiss and fizzle as it slowly healed over, leaving a blue tattoo on her face. The wound over her heart also began to heal over, as if it never existed. The Oni put his gauntlet back on and picked her up, "And now you are an Oni mage-girl," the Oni stated as he began to walk off with her.
"Wha..what is your name?" she asked as the feeling of power and strength flowed through her.
"I am Rinku," he stated as they suddenly were engulfed in blue fire and then disappeared.
And that is all for Chapter 1! Now for a few notes because I'm betting you are wondering what the hell is going on with this fic. First off, I bet some of you are wondering "Where is Link?", at least the lesser end of those with Japanese knowledge. Pronounce Rinku like this...Reen-ku...sound familiar? Rinku is Link's Japanese name. Now I bet you are wondering what the difference between Oni and Tenma is? Well in a nutshell Tenma are just plain demons, while Oni...Well lets start out at the beginning, originally Oni were benevolent spirits in Japanese Culture but as time went on they became darker and more evil. From what I've read Oni are also tragic figures, often a person can relate to them. Finally, why am I using Oni Link? It is supposed to be Fierce Deity Link, Oni was a mistranslation of the Kanji spelling Fierce Deity. Well to answer that question to those of you who like pointing insignificant facts like that out, Oni could actually be an accurate translation. In the Zelda Manga, Majora gives Link the mask and tells him that they are going to play tag and he is it. Now in Japan, the person who is "it" is called the Ogre, and Oni translates into Ogre. So Link becomes the Ogre. In the game itself, it describes the Fierce Deities Mask as a mask full of darkness, which is what a demon/ogre basically, is. So the Fierce Deities Mask can also be translated as Ogre Deities Mask, and Fierce Deity Link can also be translated as Ogre Deity Link, or Ogre/Oni Link for short. If you have any valid arguments, with evidence, against this feel free to put it in your review.
Now for my traditional questions, but first I'll state why I ask them. I ask questions at the end of my chapters because it encourages reviews, it helps me to find out what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong, and I like listening to your opinions. Doesn't mean I will change the story but if everybody hates something I did, the chances that I will change it rise so that I can keep good reviewers. Now for the questions...
This is based on an Anime I have watched recently, what Anime is this based on? (A Virtual Cookie to the first reviewer to guess the correct answer.)
Who do you think the "mage-girl" as Rinku insists on calling her is? (A big theme in this fic will be reincarnation and the nature of life and death, that should give you a clue)
How would you rate this fic on a scale of 1-10, ten being the best?
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