Dear readers

I have reached a 13 thousand word mark! Woot.

Well yeah that like the only good news. I know you like the story Justin, yeah. I'm sorry this chapter took so long I kinda lost my inspiration. I've got like 8 reviews and at 13 thousand word, people have like 20 at like 2000…whats up with that. Maybe my writing skills are just not all that great. Maybe they just suck. Maybe I'm just pissed and ragging on you. But I Want Reviews… lol. I really do. But what can I do ? nothing. So…well I can stop….not sure yet. I'm so afraid that I'm not good at writing…where would I turn if I wasn't? ahhgh

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I felt time collapse on to me; I felt my muscles heavy and tired. I felt more tired than I had ever felt. I felt sick to the bone; I could feel my muscles like huge sacks of water that would not be moved anytime soon. Everything seems to exerting and such a use of power and energy. I could feel my lungs work-restlessly, having to fight for every breath that I took. Every breath came in harder and coarser. Every gulp of air was harder to swallow; every breath took another chunk of my energy, another huge mass of my power just to keep my lungs breathing, just to keep my lungs working so that they didn't fail. I felt weak and too tired, that nothing but numb waves of pain washed in me through the wounds. They seemed to have healed; yet some were still open. I couldn't even summon a charm, I just felt my heavy lagged body, lay in a heap of grass. The air was as still as rock, no breeze, no stir of leaves or anything. Everything was just still and restful. I could find nothing of the initiative that once accompanied me here to find the boy. Death was so close, yet too far to ever touch me. Nothing could ever touch me, so next to death now.

I had paid my, price. A sick wheezy laugh echoed across that glade, a laugh so dark yet so weak, I laughed again not recognizing my voice with out its deep rumble, but instead now with a weak rasp to replace it. I let myself lay there, letting everything wash and pile over me, letting go of reality. Too weak for anything. Nothing but a deep sore and ache echoed in me, pain had a faint tickle yet I was even too tired to feel. Another breath escaped my lungs blowing leaves around me into a great swirling pattern, only then to rest a few feet from my face. Pain and tiredness, there was not enough room in me for anything else, only pain and tiredness, only pain…and…tiredness. Another black curtain crept the world from my view. And once again I let everything go. Just to let everything go, everything just to wash away.

Red-bloodied leaves scattered around my eyes once more, I felt something of my strength returning, something, so small so minuscule that it could almost be nothing. I felt something, something building, yet nothing now, and nothing at the moment. My arms spread out before me upon the leaves that now picked up with a soft gentle breeze. Wet salty drops slid down my tanned cheek. Lightly splashing into the dirt, to be absorbed and taken. I felt nothing, yet I some how felt pain, I some how felt something out of the nothingness. I felt suspended between a world of life and death.

A wave of dread brought a pact over me, as to crushed by the pain. Yet the sense of dread poured into me again. A waterfall of endless dread of uselessness. A sick feeling when you know that nothing you do would change anything, yet you could not give up. I knew this feeling, I remembered the feeling. Tears of strain now plummeted into the soft dirt bellow, bringing on an endless stream of strange sore into my eyes.

Egh…

Twigs and the sort brushed out under my lips as a forced breath of agony came out. A sick hollow pit. Agh, god. How could you forget a feeling that you had held in a state for a 100 years. There just was no forgetting the foreign feeling of being something between the living world and the world where death awaited. A sick suspension of solitude, nowhere to go nothing to do, but be left to yourself.

100, bloody years!

Ache ran and sprinted into my arms, my chest seemed bound with iron. Then came a rooted soreness that jolted and teased my legs, my sword lay not to far off from me. I felt so weak, The wounds now became so vivid, so alive, where the arrows had pierced, tipped with something dark and strange. I felt everything twitch and sore. I felt the clouds begin to move again, the warmth and the cold of the forest. I felt the sun again, I felt the world returning, yet with all this came the more vivid pain, my knees that I had mysteriously brought up crumpled under the sudden slash of agony. Twigs crunched, splitting and sending shards of sharp wood, which scathed against the torn and frilled robes.

The pain came and went, then only after did the feeling return. Not the feeling of pain anymore, the feeling of him. Sensing him there returned, that seemed stronger than anything, stronger that ever. He pulsed in me, I could feel his heart beating its slow steady rhythm, beating something in tune with mine. I could feel him, I could feel the boy, I could feel his piece of the Triforce. I could feel power and just courage pulsing off him. Pounding beating, out into the air, into me. I was now so close to him just so close.

All I had to do was take him and he would be mine, I would be rid of him. The boy who had struck me down in my final hour, in my final conquest at my final stage of mastery and rule. This was the boy, scabbed in white stone not ten paces away. My body still felt weak and abused yet I pushed my self forward only to be stopped by an arsenal of pounding pains that rung in my skull with malice. Pain, and more pain, I felt my self once again fall to my knees, the robes offering nothing. The white stone seemed to glimmer and glare now, along with the smaller which was positioned to the right of it. I winced looking at the huge white stone. It blared and glowed with some strange white radiance. I crawled back. My sword lay to my left, just within my hand reach. Once again I felt the black blade find a way back into my hand, I felt the comfortable heavy haft that rested once again in my palm. Blackness swathed my arm, clawing up from the blade, a cool black aura. The pounding seemed to get stronger and the drowned as I held the blade close to me. I continued forward, toward the white stone. It shimmered brighter than ever now shining blinding white light as I crept forward keeping my hand to brace the fierce light that now poured relentlessly from the stone. The pounding, the pulse, began to beat in a rushed chaotic furry. I charged and began to move my heavy legs forward. Ache and pain coursed though me, the pounding increased to an unbearable rate. Drums, pain, furry, drums, pain, furry. It all turned into some chaotic swirl as I raised my sword above my head and brought it crashing down upon the stone. My eyes turned ablaze and all vision wiped from my eyes, I was totally blinded to everything around me, caught in the daze the whole world seemed to spin and twist. My vision way white, just a dazzling bright white, I could not feel the darkness envelope my anymore, I could not shield away from the blinding white light, I could not find my escape. White swallowed me whole. Eating all color in my environment. There was nothing other than the plainness. Just the pure plainness. I could feel my eyes burning, with pain and stinging, just overwhelming stinging ness. I shut my eyes and the white was still there. I could feel nothing, it seem to eat and distort all my senses. I felt my hands unclench, then I felt the world blur. Just seem to blur past me, into a twisted reality. My eyes continued to burn that was all I could feel, that killing burning sensation that just did not want ot was away.

Then as sickly sudden as it began it stopped.

It stopped and I let my self fall to the ground, leaves flew into the air making a huge cloud or plume around me. My old wound began to then throb, the would that the boy had so long ago cast into my bone and flesh, the wound that was caused by the sword of time. The sword that every hero wields in time when some stronger darker force would arise. I felt my strength flow back in, no longer did I feel so deprived and so weak. My deep rumbling laugh now filled the glade of the Deku tree, dark and thunderous it shook the ground and the branches of the Deku, so dark and so loud that even the heavens once again began to pour rain upon me. Heh. The heavens cry at my survival. The wound throbbed harder than ever now. I let the hysteria tickle me; it had been so long since I had laughed so hard. My throat went rasp and sore with dryness. Yet I could not stop laughing. How curious that my wound throb now. How curious!

I let the cruel giggle spill from my mouth as a green figure with white touches stepped forward. Blonde hair swaying in the wind and held damp by the rain. A clean silver blade found a point to my throat, resting in a soft brown gauntlet. The blade trembled under his grip, yet the bow steadied it. I let my eyes rise to meet his. They were his eyes all right. I could see the cold yet confident glitter in them. I could see much of me in him. It was a wonder a strange wonder that I saw myself in the boy who had struck me down. A glimmer then it was gone, a grim face replaced his look, bold upturned nose. I let out another dark deep rumble. The boy did not flinch, he winced. I crawled a little ways back and he followed with his damned sword of his at my neck. I could feel the cold blade sending shivers through my blood. Th clod blade freezing my heart to the core. It was shocking that I could feel ice circle in my blood that I could feel cold in me. The blade felt like frost from the strange lands, the lands that I had visited so long ago the lands where had gained my immortality. Where I had paid my pact where I had paid my price, where I had sacrifice something that I didn't know to have something that I wanted. Immortality, would protect me, the blade could not hurt me. I stopped shuffling back wards and the boy winced.

"Gannon" a sick sneer spat from his mouth. I smiled a deathly grin. I let the Triforce do its power, I let the thing do its work. I lifted up my hands and then I lashed out with the power. A slight glimmer shone though the air before it collided with him and sent him flying back wards into the Deku. I felt the strain on my body returning, I sprinted and rolled to grab my sword as an arrow arched above me and smashed into the ground spilling golden light over the forest floor. Fear found me once again. So long it had abandoned me. The boy had the arrows of light. Bloody hell. The arrows that had pelted me long ago like a pin cushion.

Those bloody arrows seemed to drain the life and energy out me like some sponge. I was not going to be hit again by one of those. I felt the fear give me inspiration. The black blade had its dark aura around it once more, that somewhat shone fiercely with raw power. I hefted it into my palm, feeling the leather shaft once again in my hand comfortably. The blade felt so good to be back in my hands, I too let it control my actions. Another dazzling arrow spun forward with dangerous accuracy and speed. The black blade spun round and sliced the head of the arrow off, while the sick black aura ate the light off the shaft; which just spiraled to the ground uselessly.

How curious that the weapon of darkness destroy the tool of the light. The boy, link, looked uneasy now. Ha. Having the tide turn was something wonderful, something sickly gracious. He did not look all high and mighty like the hero of time anymore. He looked pathetic. I now felt strong and dangerous. I continued forward to meet him with my sword, the black blade shinning with malice and darkness. He raised the master sword weakly to defend himself in a useless vain attempt. I brought my blade smashing down on the shinning bane of evil. He crumpled under my attack and fell to he knees. All hope seem to have escaped him, when the arrow had sliced off into nothing.

I laughed and enjoyed finally to see all feeling of hope drain from his pitiful blue eyes. Everything just went out of him, the flame had some how flashed out. How this would be such a glorious moment to take his life, to see him here in a pitiful mess, I let my blade come back down upon him. He once again raised the shinning blade to defend himself, which piled down upon him. Falling upon his back, I could feel the intimate moment of taking his life of taking everything from him.

I brought the sword up to my head again to strike down upon him, his eyes flickered and shone with nothing. Nothing at all, not even fear. I lowered my sword, this was not the way I wanted him to die.

I wanted him to feel the pain that he had cause me, I wanted him to feel it all, and I wanted him to wish upon death to come. He would feel this hate upon him. He was not going to die easy. The boy would wish that he never cast me down, he would wish that he had never left the forest all those years ago. He would pay for everything he did, everything.

He lay in a broken heap laying on grass and dead leaves, I climbed to kneel over him, and took off a blood stained gauntlet, long nails finally showing out, with a burnt blackened hand which held the little golden triangle of power, my little source. The boy had one too, which now was flickering. I would take it after I made him suffer. I wrapped my large hand around his thin bony neck easily clasping all the way around. I pressed my anger into the hand which now held his throat, how long I had waited to wish death upon him, how long I had waited to bring this hell to him. I began to feel my hand turning into a fist. He began to squirm lightly, a sickly pale color began to flood into his face. How this was so rewarding, YES! So bloody rewarding. His brown gloves went to his neck to try in vain to pry off my large hand that now held him on the verge of breaking. He began to claw franticly at his throat, panic obvious now in his eyes. Yes, very rewarding. He was afraid now I could see it in his eyes, the triangle began to burn into my hand which made me clench harder. Pain, How he would feel the Pain. Gasps of useless unfruitful breaths came out in patterns. His eyes were so pitiful so weak and so deserted, yet I saw a glimmer of something deep in them something stronger, then again it was gone. I could feel the thrill, the humor, and the ecstasy of being able to hold him now so merciless. Franticly grabbing at my hand did nothing to help, I just push him down to the ground. THE POWER. Yes, how I had wanted him for so long. I felt myself wanting him, I held harder and pressed my self upon him. He now began thrashing, throwing wild kicks and swiping fists. The triangle flared upon my hand giving off a hissing sound on the burning skin, I let out a rough laugh.

The boy began to slow down, yet his gauntlet began to smoke, and a 3 pointed figure burned a black mark through the glove. I clumped my hand now in to a deathly tight grip, his smoking hand stretched out franticly grasping at the grass, lashing out only to grab tuffs of earth. I pushed him down harder, my hand bracing down upon his chest. Why did the boy take so long to die? I extended out my arm to let my grip keep force on him. His burnt gauntlet slashed out and I suddenly fell off him and smashed into the granite walls that protected the giant tree.

A huge white scar slid across my cheek and the boy now lay hunched over breathing heavily, a hand to his throat and one that held a silver blade that perched into the ground. I let myself lose my pain, and got up brushing off slabs of rock. Nothing could hurt me now. Nothing, I was strong again. I began a fast stride clawing forward; he still lay there hunched over, apparently still very weak. He looked up with some strange still confidence; his sword still plunged into the earth. I lifted my foot and smashed it down upon his face, he crumpled. I picked up the heavy haft again, that held my blade. No more games, I kicked away the shinning wretched blade, his chest crumpled under the weight that I now pressed on it with my boot. Lifting the black blade once more, I swung it up and brought it crashing down upon the boy. Then I saw, what I really wanted to see for all this time, all I really wanted. His eyes held fear, such a strong tangy fear.

And from then, I knew it was the ending