Unending Strings
The stage is set
The actors are in their places
The lights are dimmed
We have arrived
The music begins
Prelude
Overture
Sonata
Intermezzo
Serenade
Duet
Crescendo
Requiem
The final act
The last verse
The weaving is almost complete
The time moves
And the curtain rises
It begins
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Unending Strings
"Finale And Beyond..."
Just wanted to
Run
and run and run
Be careful they say
Don't wish life away,
Now
I've one day
And I can't believe
How I've been wasting my
time
In 24 hours they'll be
Laying flowers
On my life,
it's over tonight
I'm not messing no I
Need your blessing
And
your promise to live free
Please do it for me
Link's heart began to pound. The swords came again. Link raised his shield. The swords hit with such a force that he was thrown off balance. He staggered, but the swords came again. Link flew back into a pile of stones. He tried to stand, only to be forced to jump aside when the swords sliced through the stones. The swords connected with the shield again, sending Link flying to a pillar that had not fallen. Blood spurted from his mouth as he dropped onto a fallen column and didn't move.
"Link!" Zelda and the Weaver shouted.
Ganon loomed over Link's unconscious form. One great crushing foot pressed onto Link's back. Weaver looked at the situation and then at the mask.
"With You Gone..I will control the World." Ganon's ghostly and horrific voice said, swords raised to sever Link's head.
The blades came screaming down and Link, but were halted millimeters from his face. Zelda looked over at the Weaver, her body obscured by a vanishing smoky-white aura. What emerged was not normal.
Weaver stood firm. Her hair, white, and no longer braided but held back by one purple ribbon. Her glasses were long gone, crushed. Her skin was pale, with red and blue tattoo-like symbols on it. Anything not her head or fingers was covered by a skintight, black union suit. She wore a piece of hard leather armor across her chest, her breasts still visible through the custom-mold of the leather. It seemed like a tube top with straps almost. She had white sleeves, like a white tunic.
There were three gold bands of metal circumventing her from beneath her breasts to her waist. The bands were held together by three small skulls. There seemed to be two hard leather shaped plates, one over her front and one over her back. There was the same white cloth around her waist/hip area. There were segments of hard leather from her knees to her feet, with spikes for her kicks. Her feet were covered by the black, and there was a band of leather with a spike on her heel.
Her eyes were white and soulless. Her hands were covered by gray and red gauntlets, much like that of Link's. Around the base of the fingers, where they emerged from the gauntlets, were silver bands. The fingers had actual wires on them, and the wires were keeping Ganon from killing the Hero of Time.
"Zelda, when he wakes, give him the sword." Weaver's voice had changed. It was...darker...more evil.
Weaver stepped forwards. Ganon said something that no one but the Weaver understood.
"I am not simply the Weaver. I am the OniWeaver—The Wrathful Deity."
Weaver pulled sharply on the strings, dragging Ganon off of Link. The wires cut into the flesh of the entity of evil. One of the swords worked itself loose and swung at OniWeaver. She swung her leg at it, shattering it with one powerful strike. Her strings began moving, stabbing at Ganon. She was biding her time.
Link stirred. He slowly pushed himself up, vomiting blood as he did. The Master Sword landed in the ground next to him. He picked it up and looked at Ganon. Then he saw the OniWeaver. The heartbeat inside his head magnified. Link staggered, trying in vain to push it aside.
The tail of the dark lord flapped idly before Link. OniWeaver rose into the air.
"Attack the tail! Kill him now!" She shouted, her voice echoinn unnaturally.
Link jumped, and one great slash severed the tail. Ganon screamed in pain as then Link raved up one of the strings to drive the Master Sword through Ganon's skull. Zelda released an orb of light. Everything was blinding as Ganondorf was sealed away in an eternal prison.
Link's next reality check was floating above the land of Hyrule. Weaver had removed the mask, holding it gently.
"That was a tiny bit of power. I will seal this mask away, and pray no one will find it."
The mask glowed for a moment before it vanished.
"Link, let me return you to your own time." Zelda raised the Ocarina of Time, but the Weaver stopped her.
"If you simply send him back, the cycle will repeat forever. I will rewrite history, keeping Ganondorf sealed away. Time will pass normally. You both will have your childhoods." Weaver said.
"Will you be able to return?" Link asked.
"I should be returned to the Sacred Realm." Weaver said.
"That's not what we meant." Zelda said.
"Then yes...I should be able to visit." Weaver said decisively.
She hugged them both and began to weave. Her fingers flew mercilessly, using time and souls as her string. The world whirled and spun and warped itself. As the Weaver spun faster and more accurate, red, green, and blue strings appeared. The goddesses were aiding the rebirth of Hyrule's history. Weaver wove more and more, destiny changing with each flick of the finger...
Link, having lived his life and now being an adult in Kokirish clothes, walked up to the steps of the Temple of Time. He sighed longingly as he looked at the stained glass windows. He remembered. Everything. He remembered the Weaver, the dreams, being raped...everything was remembered.
"Nostalgic...isn't it?"
Link whirled on his heels to see a familiar person standing behind him.
"Weaver!" He cried happily.
Before she could get a word in, Link wrapped his arms around her. Tears squeezed from his eyes. Whether they were of joy or sorrow, he didn't know. She smiled and hugged him back. They soon were sitting on the steps to the Temple of Time, remembering.
"I really just wanted to apologize." Weaver said.
"For what?"
"Everything. The dreams, the rapes, the pain."
"But that is all behind us...right?"
"Sure. We'll just focus on the now." Weaver said smiling.
Her fingers began to move, tweaking invisible strings in the twilight. There was suddenly a flurry of fireflies. Link looked at her and smiled, leaning his head on her shoulder.
"Time passes, people change." He said.
"But the memories remain."
They sat there until morning, simply letting the world pass around them.
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The end.
The sequel is coming...
Web of Time
Look for it soon. I hope you enjoyed this.
Bye!