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Dear Justin

Thanks for the splendid reviews, I think your like my only reader.lol. Well I am very glad you like it, your actually my motivation to keep writing even though I don't even know you. Lol. Thank you soo much for pointing things out. I need your help still to help me catch errors in my writing and find out where I mess up, and I fall outta place.

Black shadow covered the skies as it had back at desert, where the storm had flooded the sand. Where now it would flood the hearts of the people. A small breeze ruffled my cloak and shook it over me. The black purple robes flowing behind, trailing a dark speech to the wind, the grass turning a sickly dark and pale green. I could see the castle far in the distance behind its high walls and great towers. I could see the castle in some parts still was being rebuilt. As of where I had taken it apart, the blue encrusted roofs reaching high. A place that I would conquer in time, a place that I would hold again, a palace for me. My boots shuffled across the grass. I had forgotten what it was like to walk on soil or sharp rock. My feet seemed to stumble and I took too high steps as if to stop from sinking. My leather soles quickly wore into them selves. The castle of Hyrule would eventually be mine and so the rest of the world also yet first came the boy. But the sages would come first, they always had too, they were always before everything else. Ha

The sages were fools, they always were. A small chuckle slipped from my lips. The sages were the easiest. To lock them away in their own little temples was much to easy. To do it again would not be hard. They were as predictable as rain to a storm. The sages would not be hard to find again. They would be where they always were, playing in their the, silly temples praying to the elements, I just had to make sure they stayed in them. The boy, the boy, I needed to boy, the boy was close; I could sense him, pulsing along with me and against me. It was an awkward feeling to find I could sense where the boy was; yet even so I would have known where to find him. The pulses grew stronger as I grew closer to my destination, could feel his soul or spirit in a way pulsing near me. It was unsettling to find that I had a Link with, the boy…link. What unsettled me more was that I had no explanation to this strange bond, no understanding of it. It put unease into me, I did not like no understanding how things were, even the details of them. He pulsed in me like a second heart pulsing and beating off rhythm yet with the same coordination. It dug into me, and unwound me more. It must be a side effect to having the Triforce that bond between them was strong enough. I let the worry drift from my mind, I now stood in front of two large trees, that had let age tangle their roots together, yet each tree fought for its own, even so the could not survive with out each other, their roots to entwined to be brought apart. A curious sight that also disturbed me as much as it puzzled me, just ahead lay a huge great hollowed tree on its side, with the surface encrusted with flaking bark. The inside of the tree was perfectly smooth as if it had years of polishing and use. I continued to go forward and stopped dead with the piecing cry of an owl at my back. I let out a weak laugh, and continued forward only to again hear the owl's cry, this one strong with warning, sharp and crisp. I turned to find nothing behind me, then to hear the cry from above now. A giant owl that sat perched between the two entwined the trees. Its eyes deep dark pools of a somewhat significant intelligence, cocking its head at me it cried once more and took off in a flurry of wings. In its flight feathers spilt across the sky to be taken and robbed by the wind. I had a short lapse of something; I had remembered the owl from something or somewhere. I could feel that pang of annoyance, disappointment and the tickle of impatience, as parts of my memory were foggy. I continued back to the large great log. The log was large but not large enough, I hunched my shoulders and took the black blade of my back to have its heavy haft in my hand. The haft felt comfortable as it always did, never feeling out of place its felt like it belonged in the grip in my hand. The black blade scrapped against the bottom of the tree, leaving a smoldering, burning trail of leaves and a deep imprinted line into the wood.

I could feel my hunched shoulders scraping against the top, my robes catching on splinters and tearing out threads. The smooth purplish black silk ripping and leaving frills in various places, where the wind caught it. Black waving capes blew behind me, blowing out a blanket of darkness that swept over the entrance of the forest, leaves flew out at me grasping. A small wooden bridge stretched out in front of me, waving, looking frail and weak. Darkness swept over the forest and covered everything again, bringing pure darkness, black as coal darker than that of night. Dew clung to every blade of grass that stood from the ground, hung from every leave that touched a branch. I continued forward, boots slogging into the ground. I found the clasp that held my sword and replaced the blade upon my back feeling the urge to have it in my hand. The small frail bridge rippled again as a small damp breeze blew in. I stepped warily unto it and continued forward. I could feel it creak and begin to twist and strain, it swayed a little more convulsively a little more dangerously. I could feel the blood run though me, I took another wary step, the bridge creak another warning and I stopped, swaying ever so slightly with it. The rope twitched one last time, and unfurled its self. The bridge fell forward and the ropes withered about like wind, I felt my cloak flight up a flock or birds, flaring about, whipping me with clothe and silk. I felt myself, slow down, the black cloak flaring about, creating a dark cloudy form that wavered in, though the forest. Leaves Scattered around me on what could be the wind, the bridge broken and twisting out in front of me, writhing about. I could feel air shuffle by my ears, time seemed slower than ever, slower than anything that was ever. I could see the ground, patches of brown traced and lapped with greenish dying leaves and decaying branches. Then time just stopped and like that it rushed forward again, the ground reached out and roughly clasped me into the earth with a heavy thud. Another object fell to the ground with a scrunch of broken wood, and the soft whisper like thud of rope. I could feel a wet sticky liquid run a little river down the side of my jaw. My gauntlet automatically went to scrape away the dark warm fluid and brush away the leaves. A cut swelled into my lip, and began to slowly trickle the blood, it ebbed with a stingy numbness. I felt me body sore and weak, the blade had fallen of and landed a few feet not to far off just hovering above the ground as it always does. Leaves that were once green ebbed into black and converted quickly to death around the black blade. My robes littered with broken twigs, leaves and large gashes the cut across the back with the all hems frilling. I forced the ache away and walked over to the blade that stood on its tip just barley not touching the ground. The presence of the boy grew stronger and stronger, I walked toward the next tree trunk and let myself scrape through, Blood caked my gauntlet along with bits of dirt and crumpled leaf stained crimson. I stepped out into a large forest with, ray of shine breaking the top. I turned backwards and flowed back the way I came. An open glade shone out in front of me, with a singular tree that stood out with a ring of stones surrounding it. I stepped backward back into the tree tunnel thing that I just had come from. I felt that uncertainty building inside of me again. I felt my heel hit something hard and sharp, feeling the world being dragged out from under me, I once again crashed into the ground, sending leaves and dirt clouds spewing out and over. I turned to get up and face around to only be encountered with nothing but a small knobby hill that looked over a scanty little village of crudely made tree houses and bridges that connected tree to tree. I saw small figures walk bellow near a river that stretched out like a snake up to another cave.

Numbness washed over me again, the boy was so close, I could feel him in the air, in the ground, in the sky, in the trees, in everything. He presence was like a second skin, I could sense him, just being there, his form, his sickly courage and his raw self. I could feel it all pour into me unfiltered, it was sickening. I felt the tingle in my fingers and I found that the blade had managed to find a way into my grip. I saw that the storm had not touched the village. That it was unlikely too, that the village that Link stayed in would even have effects to it. I let my feet carry myself down, the hill. My fist clenched harder onto the blade, leather glove creaking with strain. Hundreds of people moved about, not people but children.

Each in a thick green tunic, exactly the one that the boy wore. His fashion had passed into these people, I guess and it would stop here too, I felt the dark thought run through. I walked forward more and let my self off the hill, child like faces saw, my black figure. All cowering away. At the bottom of the hill, all had disappeared; they all had run to hide in their huts and shabby houses. The all to familiar feel to control fear flooded back into me. I felt a sickly grim grin spread over my face, only to have it wiped off. As if rehearsed the hundred of them stepped out into the village, all wielding something of a weapon, most were carrying poorly made bows and weak steel swords. I took another step forward and the children flinched, each painted with a dark pale fear. I laughed a deep echoing laugh that shattered the eerie silence in the forest.

I saw the small faces glance at the blade and look at me, meeting my cold eyes with fear that tinted theirs.

"I am GANON, and I am here to kill your HERO" I whispered loudly to the forest and the children. They did not reply, other than shrink and flinch, yet strangely courage and hope shone in some. I let myself continue.

" I have no Deal with you, Nor with that Withering fool of a tree, I am only here for your HERO, But if you insist…" I saw that each of them did, though some looked uncertain and questioning. They moved and shuffled and formed a rough circle around me. I laughed again, another deep rumble, but mixed with a dark eerie hint of joy. Without warning I shot toward the child directly in front of me, my blade moving in a perfect upward arch, then letting my blade come directly down upon the next. Blood spilt and flushed out of the bodies as they fell limply to the ground, their bows clasping into the earth. I felt grace run in my veins, I swept from the fallen body, to another that was painted with shock and a fighting courage as he nocked an arrow which I defected with the large black blade that brought heavy down on his skull. Crimson eddies and swirls printed the ground. I let the dance of death consume me, becoming that with the blade, it had been so long since I had felt comfortable using it. There was only me and the blade. It moved forward and I moved along with, it letting it slide over another tunic untouched with red, letting it smooth its self over another throat. They were all the same in battle, just something else to destroy, something to eliminate. I felt the blade swiftly slash across the mid-rift of a young girl and let it slip along the neck of a even younger boy. Chaos consumed the grass and field. Warm, liquid sank into my leather boots, as I swiveled on my heel in a deep pool of blood. Arrows poured from above and sent out to seek me, missing and slicing holes into the robe, making it even more haunted and tatery. I continued to move from body to body, letting the black blade flow over them and letting it take them. Left, right, twist, slash, twist, right, slash. I could feel a rhythm flow into me, a small little passion being unburried.

I gracefully skidded from one to the other, falling to easily to my blade. I let each of them fall in time. Few remained and the soil had turned to mud, from the blood. A deep sweet stench or blood filled my senses, I moved forward once more and let another body fall to my feet, letting them spill into the earth. From there I moved on again felt the pure joy. A few of the children were left. Stashed away on the top of trees while escaping others far from reach of blade. Countless bodies laid the ground, green tunics stained with crimson, earth soggy and wet with the blood. 4 of the children remained, older, wiser and faster than their younger that now lay at their feet, at my feet. I saw the cold, raw fury and pain that now burned into their eyes that stung with tears and pain. Three in front noched their arrows and let the bow strings do the rest, I felt the black blade react to that smoothly swinging up and deflecting them down into the dead bellow, only then to hear a fourth that I could not see, I turned to fight it off then to feel the sharpness sting, as an arrow head stuck out between my shoulder blade. Another Sharply drilled itself into my back, the three that had their bows notched earlier now stood staring in shock and awe, only to realize that I was not what the considered safe, dead. I threw out my hand, letting the triforce blaze and throb with pure raw power that lashed out and struck the three with a golden wave so fine, that bodies fell to be accompanied later by thuds of heads. Another arrow again planted itself into my back. I could feel the piercing heads dive in. I could feel pain trying to find a way in my mind. I crumpled onto my knees and folded as another arrow landed in my calf, through the black robe and out of my shin. I turned around and lashed out with the triforce again, seeing my archer. She wore a green tunic like the rest, except embroidered with gold. My thoughts bluntly pointed out that a sage had tried to kill me. And the very sage that I had locked away in to the forest temple, another arrow let loose and she fell to the ground in a torn heap, slowly bleeding. I heard her last whisper as she let death take her.

"For you my lin…"

The last arrow that sped toward me, I reached out for and caught. Then to collapse into the pool of blood that I knelt in, five heavy headed broad shafts stuck out of my back. I set myself to ignore the pain, I got back unto my knees and pulled each out, Each head that I pulled out sent a sharp run up my spine. My robes were torn and soaked down with their blood and mine that ran now freely from the wounds in my back. I felt the head of the arrow in my shoulder and broke it off and slid that out, suffering to my unsteady hand. Breaking the haft in my calf, I yanked the head out of the bone and muttered a small mending charm that only seemed to work on bone. Imortality had its price, pain with no bearings. I pushed my self on to my feet and fell back into the pool. I struggled again, finally balancing my self. I took another look around and hundreds of bodies stained the dirt. I limped to pick up my which, was covered red from handle to tip. I shumbled along, sending stinging jolts up my let, my sword laid steady for a walking staff. The cave lay not to far off. Struggling there I stumbled in to find vines cover my retreat. I continued to walk in, limping, leaving a dark red trail across the green leaves. I stood there in front of it, the Great Deku that I had so long ago poisoned. Age had taken a beating on the tree. I limped forward and once again collapsed into a heap bellow in. Just forward of the deku tree lay a Big White stone larger than any hut or house with an identical white stone next to it. The throbbing in my head continued, and the thought struck me right there. I had ignored it while fighting. I now felt him pulse stronger than ever. I could sense everything of him there, him pounding there. His heart beating in rhythm.

In the stone was link, I had found him and I let go.