"Honey, eat something," Zelda said. Link just twirled his fork in his food.
"I'm not hungry," he whispered softly. Zelda was worried. He hadn't eaten anything since the previous night (which usually wasn't saying much, but it was with someone like Link).
Zelda was about to say something else when their youngest son, Robin, interrupted.
"Dad, when are you going to give me that boomerang you had at my age?" he asked. Robin was one of their twins. The older twin, Ze, took very much after his older brother, Lance, who was seventeen. He wanted to be a warrior and fight bad guys. Robin did too, just not as much. He was in to the long-range weapons, like a bow and arrow and boomerang. Ze liked the blades: swords, daggers, axes, etc.
"When you're old enough, Robin. You're only twelve—" "But you were ten when you had it!" Robin pouted. Link was about to reply that he had no parents when there was a loud I BOOM/I that shook the entire castle.
"Din! What was that?" their oldest child, Rachel exclaimed. Link didn't bother to answer.
"Zelda, you take Robin, Ze and Rachel to the shelter. I'm going out there with Lance to see what's going on," Link said. Zelda nodded and took Robin and Ze in her arms while Rachel followed. She mouthed, "I love you," to her father before he left the room.
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Link slipped on some chain mail under his breastplate before strapping his sword and shield to his back. Lance did the same and they mounted their horses, charging into Hyrule Market to see what all the fuss was.
It was a large battle. Link's men were scattered all over the plaza, fighting creatures wearing dark black and brown armor. Were they… Gerudos?
He did hear many female-like shrieks, but he also heard some that sounded remarkably like bokoblins. Link charged ahead letting out a loud battle cry and lowered his sword to meet the neck of an unsuspecting soldier. His head, the head of a bokoblin, flew into the air, the stump spraying turquoise blood.
Link slashed his way through the ranks of the soldiers, whose leader was unknown, with great ferocity. There were limbs flying left and right in Link's wake.
His soldiers were struggling. They were greatly outnumbered, but every so often a few battalions of soldiers would exit the barracks, keeping the still unknown forces at bay. Link only hoped that they would be able to continue doing so.
He shook that thought out of his head with, I They will, they're very well trained/I . And they were. Their training was harsh and sometimes brutal, but it worked. They used intimidation a lot to harden the men and turn them into fighting machines. These enemy soldiers didn't seem to be very well trained, but there were much more of them than Link had.
Suddenly Link was knocked off his horse. He hit the cobbled ground hard, and his breastplate cut into his arm. He clutched the probably now bruised shoulder and stood up.
There was a huge, fat bokoblin standing in front of him, wielding a sword as big as Link. I Oh what I wouldn't give for the Master Sword right now/I he thought. The bokoblin brought the sword behind him and hacked downward, but Link rolled out of the way and took a swipe at the bokoblin's fat hip. But before the blade made contact with the brown skin, the bokoblin shot out his arm and caught Link in the side of the head. He flew backward and into the tree where two men with weird hairdos were always arguing. His vision got blurry and black, and little multicolored stars appeared in a circle around his vision. He shook his head hard and fought to stay conscious.
After a while his vision returned to normal, but he had a major headache and by then the bokoblin had cut the tree in half where his head was. He got up from his ducking position and reached for his sword. He dodged away from another blow from the sword and rolled under the bokoblin's legs. Obviously being an incredibly dumb creature, he scratched his head with a really stupid expression on his face.
Link then lashed out with his blade, catching the creature in the small of the back. He cried out loudly and fell to his knees, using his sword for support. The turquoise blood clashed horribly with its brown skin, but now wasn't the time to worry about color coordination. Link slashed again at his exposed skin, and he fell flat on his back, breathing heavily. Link then mercilessly brought the blade down on its fat neck and severed it from the bokoblin's shoulders.
Link quickly turned around to the sound of something metal stepping on cobble. It was another bokoblin, but before it could move, Link jabbed his blade into its exposed belly and pushed it over. He stepped over the body and slit another's throat from behind. Another came up to him, sword reared back, but Link ducked under the blow, blocked another, and then slammed his knee into the bokoblin's stomach. They didn't wear much armor, and so it was easy to find somewhere he could hit without hurting himself.
The bokoblin doubled over, the wind knocked out of it. Link then quickly punched its face, and slashed straight through its heart.
Link then saw his men fighting off the remainder of the troops before they ran off. They cheered victoriously, waving their weapons in the air.
But then Link realized the battle was far from over. He looked out past the drawbridge and saw a figure floating toward the city. Was that…? I No, it can't be/I Link thought.
But the closer it got, Link's heart sank lower. The figure had another, larger army behind it. This was not going to be pretty.
And then the figure reached the drawbridge and cackled evilly, but by then Link knew who it was. It was none other than the very man that Link thought he had destroyed twenty years ago. It was none other than the King of Evil, Ganondorf.