Hi everyone. This is my first story. Before you read it, I just want to say that this story has been in my head for God knows how long. I only just now decided to write it, just to get it out of my way. I hope u like it. It is going to be a very long story filled with a lot of adventures, battles, death and…. well, I don't want to give too much away now do I? The rating may change as the story progresses, though I don't think it will. I will only continue writing this if I get replies however, and I would love to have any opinion on it. I will NOT change the story I thought of in regards to character development, the story itself, rating, material or appearance/death of a character based on someone's suggestion, but any ideas to improve how I present it will be welcomed. Well, that's all I have to say. Enjoy and please send me your opinions. Thanks. Oh yeah, I don't own Zelda or any characters from any game and usage of them is for the sole purpose of entertainment only. I only own characters I come up with on my own and any likeness of them to other characters from other authors is completely coincidental.
Book one, Chapter one: before the terrible battles; the prophecy
The world was in darkness. No matter where he looked he saw nothing save pitch black all around him. His ears took in the sound of a battle being fought. He heard steel hitting steel, weapons bleeding, shields splintered. Men cried in pain and anger, some of their cries being drowned out by the blood they were choking to death on. Just by listening Link could tell those that were fighting were no longer concerned with all the political reasoning behind it, if any; they fought now for their own reasons, just hoping to get out of the battle with their lives still with them. The smell coming from the location of the battle hit him like an arrow. The smell was strong and terrible, that of rotting flesh and blood. The sound and smell was that of death.
Light, though not much appeared before him. He took in what he saw around him, hoping to make sense out of what he was hearing. He could not see the battle for it was beyond a ridge. He saw next to him a girl bearing a shield and sword, her face a mixture of rage and fear. Her green hair was covered by a helm and her body was within the confines of armor. Her sword dripped a black liquid which was that of blood and her shield was cracked somewhat, bound to break if put once again in battle. Around her were several bodies that held on to what weapons they brought with them. Their faces showed their last expression they put on before Saria or himself delivered the blow that separated their souls from them, placing them into whatever Heaven or Hell they would be bound to from then on.
Another person was there. He was unknown to Link but he adorned no real armor at all. His tunic and all other of his coverings were similar to Link's though no hat was atop his short brown hair. His two swords dripped blood as well and his tunic was ripped in several places, revealing cuts he received in the battle. Unlike Saria his face was somewhat calm and understanding, yet Link could easily see the look of determination and anger that he felt.
Link grabbed the hilt of his blade and took the mirror shield he adorned on his back. His weapon was bathed in blood as well and the mirror shield had some drips of blood sprayed on it. He ran to the top of the ridge, hoping to see what battle he was hearing all this time.
The wings and claws were the first things Link took notice of. The halos surrounding the angel's heads acted as a helm, protecting the head of the bearer. They chose to fight with sword yet no shield did they have. The blood coated claws of the evil looking beings, large and black and terrifying, came down upon the angels and cut through them like nothing, spilling blood all around them. The demons fell to the angels who could get through the attacks and cut them down with their swords. No longer was the battle on the ground but on the bodies of the angels and demons that fell dead.
Saria and the unknown one ran up to him, looking at the strange battle. Link looked at each of them, noticing that neither of them looked confused at all, but looked like they were ready to join in the battle as well. It was when looking at the unknown one that it struck Link that he was no longer carrying two swords but carrying one sword, and yet he had no scabbard for it. Though all the battle was happening right before them the fact that he had a new sword and no scabbard for it was what caught him the most, especially since there was no blood on it.
It was then that Link heard something like an explosion, but the sound came from above him rather then from the battle. He looked up and saw what he thought was the weirdest sight of all. Though they were high up in the air Link could tell they were four women, one looking slightly darker yet similar to the other three, and they were fighting in the skies above. It was not swords that they fought with but energy, powerful energy that Link hasn't seen since the last battle with Ganondorf. The darker one looked like the other three, yes, but Link felt the presence of pure evil coming from her, a being made up of nothing except the vile and wicked feelings and thoughts she had. It chilled him to the bone.
Suddenly the evil one of the four fighting in the air looked at him and his two comrades. She looked at each of them and took particular interest in the one that Link didn't know. When she finished looking at them she said only one word. That word was "Purgatory." She held up her hand, palm facing them, and shot a powerful ball of energy. The last thing Link registered before he was overtaken by a power more frightful then Hell itself was that of the unknown one, holding his sword up at the blast, and slicing at the shot that came at them.
Link opened his eyes and shot out of his bed, a heavy sweat cascading on his body and drenching his tunic. His breathing was quick and deep, like the first breath he ever took in his life. His body was stiff and his mind was on fire.
He took in all his eyes could let him: he was in his tree-house in Kokiri Forest. The table in the middle of his house was still littered with the dirty wooden dishes that he had eaten off of before going to bed, the holes in the walls of the hollow tree, which he used as a make-shift window, were letting the late-night wind come and go as it pleased, the gilded sword and mirror shield were right under his bed, with several other weapons as well. Everything was just as he left it; he didn't go to a battle where he would have to fight for a cause he didn't know of, at least not yet.
He had the dream, or nightmare, again. He's been having them for the past month now and recently he's been having them every time he went to sleep. It's been at least a week now since he hasn't woken up scared he was about to die. What did the dream mean? Was it a prophecy? Why was Saria in it and apparently fighting in it? Who was that person next to them? Who were the four fighters in the sky? These and many other questions raced in his mind in less then a second. He knew he would be on another adventure soon. The nightmares were enough for him to know that much, but there was so much he didn't know. He would have to ask Zelda for information. Maybe she could explain what was going on. Right now though he was going to go back to sleep and just hope he didn't have another nightmare.
He closed his eyes and went back to sleep; when morning came he woke with the image of him and his two friends dying. The words he heard just before he died stuck in his mind as it was the last think he heard in the nightmare. 'When the keys unlock and balance breaks, purgatory will be unleashed and the final battle will be behind demonic gates.'