Lance cried out as he kicked his horse's sides and snapped the reins, almost over the stone bridge that cross the Zora River. He then looked back, making sure nobody saw him entering the battlefield. He wasn't supposed to fight in battles since he was royalty. Usually he got away with it, like the battle in Hyrule Market, but this was different. That time, he had no choice. This time, however, he had all the choice in the world. But he had too many of his dad's genes in him, so he couldn't turn down the opportunity to look like a hero.
As soon as his horse came up to the stone steps that led to the village, he leaped off her back, snatching up his sword and shield from the saddle, strapped them to his back, and beat feet up the stairs.
What he saw was tragic. There were dead bodies of innocent citizens everywhere, and every spot that wasn't occupied by a dead body was occupied by a live, armor-clad one, wielding a sword and fighting an enemy. The battle was huge. There were soldiers on top of houses, fighting for their lives, throwing spears at the enemy below and shooting arrows. For every one of Ganondorf's soldier's that fell, at least three Hylians fell. Lance knew he had to stop it, or at least help.
He drew his sword and struck the nearest Gerudo down, followed quickly by a bokoblin. He was soon a blur of green and gray, knocking down and killing any enemy that stood in his path. None would survive that opposed him.
Limbs were flying this way and that, and Lance's tunic was slowly turning from dark green to an ugly shade of brown. He had a feeling that the battle would be won, thanks to his help, and maybe the courage that his power provided the other soldiers with.
Lance saw a commanding officer shriek and lunge forward at him. He dived out of the way, tackling a bokoblin in the process. He quickly drove his blade straight through its armor and heart in order to parry the attack from the impending Gerudo.
Her sword was massive. It was long, wide, and jagged. It stretched at least six feet out, and was about three feet wide. It was colored a dark brown, but not from rust. Whatever it was, it was deadly. One strike from it and he'd be toast.
Quickly he dodged an attack, barely parried another, and rolled around behind her. She spun around, ready to block, but it was too late. Lance's blade was already in her belly. Her face twisted with agony, and then she fell dead. Lance ripped the blade from her stomach and moved on to the next victim.
The battle went on for hours. Lance's sweat was mixing with his blood, giving him a terrible stinging sensation all over his body. The battle needed to end, and soon. His father's commander-in-chief, Joktan, was surrounded by Gerudo. But, due to his amazing skill with a blade, he was able to take them all out in one great swipe of his beastly axe.
Kakariko Village was already on fire, and many houses had great holes in the roofs and walls. There was rubble everywhere, and due to the catapults mounted on the hills around the city, especially behind the windmill, many pieces of rubble struck soldiers, sometimes friendly ones. And then other times the catapults aimed at the ranks of soldiers themselves, sending them sprawling through the air.
Lance had to get rid of those catapults. He made his way over there, killing any enemy on the way. Several times he had to dodge out of the way and then kill the enemy, but most of the time it was a straight path to the catapults.
Once Lance got clear of the ranks, he snuck around the cucco house and ran quickly up the stairs in front of the entrance to the graveyard. The sound of battle echoed over in the plaza of the village, and every so often Lance heard the deafening SLAM! of a boulder crashing through a building.
Lance entered the windmill to discover that it was completely on fire on the inside. The whole room was glowing and flickering orange. Apparently the music man inside had escaped, unless he was crushed beneath one of the beams of wood.
He shook that morbid thought out of his head and got to work on climbing one of the beams that was weakened, but only flaming on the bottom. For now….
Quickly he walked up the beam, but not so quickly as to fall off. He already had this planned; he was counting on the inside being on fire, that way he could light one of the bombs in his bag and blow a hole in the ceiling, therefore allowing him passage to the area where the catapults were.
Once he reached the top, he leaped across the gap that led to Dampé's grave. He reached into his bag and pulled out a round, blue, circular bomb and slowly eased the wick into a nearby flame. As soon as it began to sparkle, he hastily moved it on top of a nearby beam and got as far away as possible without falling off the platform he was on.
After a few seconds, a loud BOOM! sounded, and the ceiling now had a large hole. Without thinking, he leaped up and clung to the edge of the hole, pulling himself up and out as quickly as possible. Once out of the windmill, he saw bokoblins operating each catapult. They didn't seem to notice him. So he sheathed his sword and drew his dagger. He slowly eased up behind one of the bokoblins until he could feel the hair on the back of its neck.
In one swift movement he clapped a hand over its mouth, slitting its throat from behind and tossing it off the hill. Unfortunately, the next bokoblin was close enough that the blood from the other one's neck sprayed on him, alerting his attention in Lance's direction. He snarled and drew a large axe, screeching as it charged toward him. Lance quickly drew his sword, dagger still out. He dodged the first hack, which planted the axe's blade in the ground. The bokoblin heaved with all its might, but he couldn't get the axe out of the ground. Lance then thrust the dagger deep into its belly, causing it to cough blood all over the ground. He then pushed the body over just in time to parry a bokoblin's sword. Unlucky enough for it, Lance happened to have two weapons. So Lance held the sword overhead with his own as he planted his dagger in this bokoblin's chest.
After taking out these three bokoblins, he yanked the other one's axe out of the ground with ease. Sheathing his other weapons, he chopped one of the wooden beams that made that catapult's foundation. It crumbled in a useless heap in one swipe.
Lance then moved on to the next one. But by that time, the armies below had noticed that the catapults had stopped firing. He could already see a black-and-brown mass moving in his direction, already hurling spears and shooting arrows at him to stop him from destroying the remaining catapults. But they were all terrible shots, so Lance managed to destroy the next one without being touched.
But when he got to the next one, he was about to swing when something knocked him completely off his feet, knocking the wind out of him. When he tried to turn around on the ground, someone pressed his face into the grass. He was pinned.
"I don't think so, young one," a female voice said. She was a Gerudo. "It's a shame to ruin such a cute face, but one who stands in the way of Ganondorf must be punished!"
Lance gathered all the strength he could muster and threw her off him. He heard her gasp with surprise as he turned around to watch her land hard on the ground. She sprang to her feet and unleashed a barrage of slashes and swings of her scimitar in his direction, but he parried and dodged all of them with the large axe.
Then the Gerudo did a fake swing for his legs, and he fell for it. He leaped over nothing, and the blade made contact with the axe in front of him. Unprepared, it sailed off the hill, and he didn't have time to draw his sword.
He ducked under one swing and bent backwards under another. While in this uncomfortable position, he swept his leg under hers. Her legs went out from under her and she fell on the ground hard again. Without giving her time to react, he snatched the scimitar from her hand and pointed it at her neck. She looked a little frightened, but she had that nervous chuckle that brave people seemed to have before their deaths.
"Go ahead and finish it, Prince," she spat. Lance didn't have the heart for such a thing, so he tossed the large blade over the hill, pushing her off with his foot at the same time. He made sure the fall wouldn't injure her too bad.
He then went to work on the last catapult. With both the scimitar and the axe, ideal weapons to dismantle the contraption, out of reach, he would have to use his sword.
Lance drew his sword and instantly began hacking away. Chop after chop after chop, he slowly worked through the wood, splinters flying this way and that. It took at least ten minutes, but with one more hack, the wood beam separated in two, causing the entire thing to collapse.
He was just in time, for not a minute after all three catapults were gone, Lance heard a cheer of triumph. He looked up to see the Hylian soldiers raising their arms and waving their weapons as Ganondorf's soldiers quickly hastened out of the village. The battle was won.
But the real, final battle was very soon to come. Lance's feeling of victory was shortly replaced by anger, for he knew exactly where Marin was. And if there was anything in his power that could be done to save her, he would do it. As soon as his father led the attack on Gerudo Fortress, Lance was out of Hyrule Market and in the ranks of the Hylian soldiers. Speaking of his father….
"Lance!" a voice bellowed. He looked down and saw a blonde-haired man, clad in silver armor and blue underclothing, with his hands on his hips and the unmistakable Master Sword strapped to his back.
Lance gulped. There wouldn't be a pleasant family reunion waiting for him when he returned home.