DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Zelda games or characters, so don't sue me.
I'm really, really sorry I haven't updated this fic lately. The thing is, this chapter was very hard to write, despite the fact that it's the shortest one so far. The hardest one to write yet, in fact, all because of …well, let's just say that its an important chapter for later in the plot. Yeah. Anyways, I've had the rough draft written out for a long time, but it was taking me forever to sit down and make all the little changes and edits that I needed to make it sound just right…so, yeah. Enjoy!
Thank you to Kinma, Steeple333, Shyla-Omegamire, Princess of the Dark, MysticDreamer673, H7, Bilbo, and LinkSage for reviewing. Your support is appreciated!
Warnings: None, really. Maybe a couple of painful sounding things.
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There is a land of darkness, one that used to be holy and pure. And ancient light once filled this place, but even something as old and powerful as it can be destroyed.
How quickly corruption seeps into something pure. How quickly the innocent can be ripped away, exposing the darkness within.
Like a candle, extinguished. Only the small, unnoticeable things, ash and smoke, ever show that a bright flame once burned.
Left behind, to tell the tale of all that was lost.
In this land, there lives only one. But, He was broken and bound, and caught in this form into this world. Nothing of him can reach beyond, or so They thought. For He has one thing that they do not, one thing which keeps Him living and breathing and sane. Power.
Power, pure, undiluted.
Night after night, day after day, He lays suspended in this unholy land. Night after night, day after day, He uses all His remaining power to push at the walls of his prison. Ripping at it, clawing at it, tearing with all his might. Sometimes, He manages to create a window to the world that was taken from Him. Sometimes, he follows the cords that tie Him in His prison as far as He dares, pulling back before They sense Him.
One day, almost a year ago, He dared to follow the cord all the way to one of Them, and began to inspect it.
And He discovered something.
A way. A way to sever the cord, to use one of Them to reach outside this putrid.
Perhaps…perhaps he will use the one he found. Perhaps…
…it became unspeakable.
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No one was in the room when he cried out, but they came running at the sound of his weak voice. And now, here they were, strangers, calming him, soothing him with laying him back down, putting cool water to his fevered lips.
"What's wrong?! Was it another nightmare? Was it a memory?" Soft, white hands- hands so different from his, hands that had never known true work- pressed gently across his forehead, his shoulders; they laid him back upon the bed. He looked up into cool, clear blue eyes, and remembered seeing them but moments before.
"No…" Another woman. She sank to the floor, a look of pure shock upon her face.
He peered up at them, through unruly golden hair, his deep blue eyes sad. Words escaped his lips, unwelcome.
"I…I think…he's coming."
And he collapsed, back into his world of sleep and dreams.
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"Hm. It seems that the boy's senses haven't been dulled yet." The old hag cackled from her perch out side the castle window. She smiled, revealing cracked, rotted teeth.
"…I wager it's about time to take this matter into my own hands." And then, she was gone.