Unending Strings
The Weaver has a mask
It contains power
It contains evil
It contains the darker half
The darker side of everyone
Magnified
The final battle is on the rise
A sword
A mask
Magic and strings
What is it I have to say
To make you admit you're afraid
You are all afraid
Selfless acts
Escape
Escape
Why?
Why?
Why?
The sweet suspense to addict like a drug...
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Unending Strings
"Setting The Stage..."
I did enough to show
you that I
was willing to give and sacrifice
and I was the
one who was lifting you up
when you thought your life had had
enough
and when I get close you turn away,
there's nothing
that I can do or say
so now I need you to tell me the truth
you
know I'd do that for you
"Fierce...Deity...?"
Link repeated the words. Even in his mind, they sounded evil. Something loud, like a church bell rang inside his head. He cried out and covered his ears, turning away from the mask and curling up into a little ball. The bell was replaced by a loud heartbeat, slow and horrific. Weaver's eyes dimmed.
"Zelda, do you hear anything inside your head?" She asked.
"No."
Their eyes turned back on Link. His entire body was shaking, and tears were forming in his shut eyes. Weaver watched for a moment more. She hid the mask once more and Link's tense body relaxed slightly. He hugged himself, as if searching for warmth.
"Link, the evil within you has manifested once before. Just because you defeated it then doesn't mean that it is gone."
Weaver crawled over to him, pulling the ankle-chain taut. She wrapped her arms around him, trying to settle him. Zelda saw wires prod into the locks on the shackles. Weaver grinned. She was ready. The shackles fell to the floor with a heavy clang noise. She pulled her ankle from her own open shackle and stood up, pulling Link to his feet as well. He stretched and rubbed his head. The Weaver turned to Zelda.
"Hold still, I'm going to unlock you as well." She said.
A moment after the words passed her lips; the door flew open and none other than Ganondorf stood in the doorway. He seemed impressed at the sight of the three frozen captives, two who were free. He slowly walked into the room. Link moved between the king of evil and Weaver & Zelda.
"Well, I underestimated you Weaver."
"I'm just full of surprises." Weaver hissed, turning away from the lone shackle.
"Most of them—"
Ganondorf was interrupted by one powerful punch to the jaw from Link. He staggered slightly before his eyes settled on Link. He grinned like a madman.
"Just listening to you makes me sick." Link said darkly. Weaver quickly unlocked Zelda and the two looked on for the moment.
"Well, the little fairy boy is getting spirited enough to strike back."
"I'm no longer afraid."
Ganondorf struck back, his hand finding Link's throat. With a firm grip, he slammed the Hylian boy into the stone floor. Link's hands clawed at the thick black gauntlet of the Evil King, but Ganondorf's grip only got tighter. He raised his other fist to land it between Link's eyes. Strings whipped through the air and wrapped them tightly around his arm. The Weaver was holding firm.
"You will regret defying me Weaver." Ganondorf said darkly.
"You will regret harming him." Zelda said, eyes darkening.
"Let him go." Weaver said.
Ganondorf tugged at the strings with such force that Weaver was pulled from her feet towards the opposing wall. She turned, feet landing on the wall. She pushed off the wall and sent her heel straight at the side of Ganondorf's head. The Evil King removed his hand from Link to catch the Weaver before she made contact. Link gasped for air as the Weaver retracted her strings.
"Link, Zelda, move! Get outta here!"
"But—"
"GO!" Weaver shouted, trying to attack again.
Link and Zelda ran through the seemingly endless corridors of the castle as it soon came crashing down around them. The Weaver appeared around the corner, running with them. She had the Fierce Deity Mask clutched tightly in her hands. They didn't bother asking what happened to Ganondorf. The doorway was ahead. With the roof of the castle on their heels, they all seemed to put on an extra burst of speed and shot out the door as the entire building fell.
"Is everyone okay?" Zelda asked.
"Remind me to respect rocks more." Weaver said, checking herself and the mask over for injuries.
"I'm okay, but my head is pounding." Link said, glancing over to the mask.
"Hey, look." Zelda pointed to the vast amounts of rubble.
The hilt of the Master Sword was sticking up amongst the debris. It was unscathed, and shone as bright as the day it was forged. Link sighed and climbed over the wreckage and pulled the sword from the ground. It glowed faintly. Link glanced down and scooped up his lost Mirror Shield as well. He smiled faintly.
Then, the ground began to shake. From an opposing pile of stone came Ganondorf. His eyes were dead, but the Triforce of Power on his arm glowed. His body was engulfed by a blazing red-white light as he changed into the massive nightmarish form one once called Ganon. With two great swords, he loomed over Link with hate in his eyes.
One of the swords came straight at Link. He tried to parry, but the Master sword was forced from his hand. It spun in the air before planting itself between Zelda and the Weaver.
The stage was set, let the play commence.
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The curtain has risen...
This is their stage...