Dear all sorry for the wait on the update. Was kinda busy with life, gw and well other free writing. Take care and well enjoy
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thornblack
The rain poured and poured. Each little pellet smashing into ground where is body lay, where blood so freely poured from his wound. The earth and ground were wet with thick crimson water. Thick with dark ooze that sank slowly into the ground. The air was heavy with the stench of blood, heavy with the stench of him. The sword of time had lost its light in the final moments that my sword had come upon him. I could feel exhaustion little beyond my grasp, waiting for a chance to intrude. So many tires, in my body, so much pain was in my bones. So much wary, just so much of everything, that I could not take anymore. Just too much of everything. I wanted it all to go away, wanted the pain to go. The boy was not dead, I could feel his last moments of rhythmic breath, so mechanical. So fearful of this boy I was, so fearful, so frightened that he would strike me down and take me from this world and now he lay in a pile under broken twigs and leaves. I let the exhaustion leave and let my victory and wonder shine. How long I had waited for this very moment, how long I had waited for this very day that I would destroy the hero that had destroyed me. Such a sick dark joy filled me. I wonder what finally had given me this luck, what dark god would let the hero fail while the dark knight would sweep death on his door. Rough gasping interrupted my thoughts, gasping, continually gasping for breath, gasping for something. I felt him throb in me again, I felt him inside of me again. I felt him pounding, breathing, living, inside of me yet not me. I could feel two hearts beating, feel two of our breaths spilling out into the damp forest. I say what a pitiful states he was in, a pitiful state remained within life and death. Black and white, is where he stood. Eyes glazed and lost in some void. He was lost away in some void of nothing. Death should take him. I glanced away. The rain was pounding heavier than ever. Sharp little pellets slicing through my robe, stinging my face. The ground went mush, mud sucked in leaves and dead branches. The throbbing was still there pounding away, a hammer smashing away, his heavy heart smashing away at me. Him just being there. I began to leave the grotto; I could not take the heavy burden of him beating into me, I could not take him. I stepped out of the sanctuary that had protected the Deku, out into the sanctuary that should of protected the kikoriki. The winds blew strong and carried the stench of blood and the dead, the stench of fear and plague. The glorious stench that had hailed my departure from everything and what had truly inspired fear. The forest which I had come from, now looked sad and tainted and weak, as if some invisible blow had struck it and brought on. Plague had washed the forest. Well The home of the hero. The home of boy, was dead, his family was dead. The boy was dead now, with all life draining from him. Everything leaving him, his breath began slowing, I could feel it, his heart began slowing down to a stop of nothing. He began slowing down, his heart becoming weak, death was taking him, at least a pleasant death. Nothing could cheat the old lord death, no one….but me. Rain now flooded the sadly beautiful forest, which withered with pain.
The Boy was going to DIE. I wanted him to die, but I could not bear to look into the glazed eyes while he succumbed to passing away. I could not stand the beating of his heart of his soul so strong in my head. I would let time and death take him.
Why did he take so long? Why was lord death so unwilling to take him? Why was life so desperately clinging to him? I trudged heavily through the muddy ground, sucking to my boots. The ground was tempted to hold, to let the mud just suck me under with each step that I take. With each step I get closer to leaving the ruined home of the boy. My powers were already growing. I felt as strong as ever, my body felt weary, but I felt strength break though the barrier. I could feel the raw power. My body was tiring. The rain made the slick silk feel heavy. A huge heavy cloak of black, torn and ragged. I felt such calm. I stripped off the huge black robe. The rain sprinkled against my back, sending tiny little stinging sensations through me. I felt the burden break off and wind drag the robe across the mud to be swallowed by the water and earth. I felt, as if the world had been lifted from my shoulders, as if everything broke away and off. Strength had limits, the wind stung and froze my skin, the forest had lost its soft breeze and warm comfort. Cold sharp wind now blew in, while the forest no longer held comfort. Everything held torment and anger with cold bitter fury, the furry that had stung and clenched to my heart. The cold bitterness that reflected into the forest, the forest of the boy. He was now dead and done. I saw the wind pick my cloak away and carry it off to the grotto sprinkling rain every where. I walked to the Entrance of the haven. Huge bark walls encircling the exit. I turned around once more to gaze at the destroyed little sanctuary of a foolish hero. Tree branches snapped and broke under the weight of the relentless rain. Pounding burying everything down. Soggy leaves and bits of bark and twig, made the ground near the reserved little tree houses a death trap. Yet there was nothing here left or destroy or thank that had not already been ravished. A hollow dark laugh once again filled the air along with the crackle of thunder and the smiting of the rain pellets. As I turned I saw a huge white bolt slice through the sky and cut down one of the pathetic little homes. That was then that I walked through the bark maw.
The heavy sharp needle of water stopped pounding against my skin, then began again its sharp little painful agony. The ground was marsh, bits of decayed wood and chippings mixed in, to make a lethal mud. I strode forward, my boots grasping to the ground and the ground grasping to my boots. More dazzling powerful streaks of white shuddered across the sky and shook the land. Another clap of thunder and of anger echoed the forest. The land and the air wept for this place. I let myself weep, weep my tears of triumph. Why would I need to target the sages now? They had lost the boy what more could they do. That was their end, the only end. With out him they were truly useless, they turned back in the pathetic mortals they once were. My hair began to mat and cling to my scalp. Small little knifes digging into my skin and my face. My bare body exposed to the world, exposed to the elements. As if they could hurt me now. I had Paid the price I had paid the due.
The water began to rise. To rise to my ankles, the boy would be buried under the water along, with his home, and his family and with everything he loved. I hope he stayed down under the water. Down in its dark swallowing depths. The bark door way crumbled as I exited it. Bits began to flake, then as if some thing had swallowed it, I just crushed it self behind me. The forest died, and so did the boy.
I stepped out on to the bare now unrecognizable field of Hyrule. Dirt and grass swirled above as sharp drops of rain cut at the earth. Dark black tornado circled above ripping ground and hurling it about. Chaos consumed everything. Chaos had eaten away at Hyrule its self. Grass and dirt threw its self at my chest and face. Clinging to my bare body. I continued to walk forward, through the barren deathly waste now to be known as Hyrule. Cold waves of wind rushed over me. Victory, I felt the thrill of it pound into my blood. The beating of his heart had now stopped; the pounding had ended, just as I had taken my next step. All the heavy slow beat of a deep drum stopped. It ended, for know I knew he was dead and that the lady had finally taken him from here, the lady death. This world was now mine with out resistance. I had the mistake so long ago to let him live. Now the mistake was taken care of, the boy was gone. Corpses of those long ago buried in the fields began to wake as I continued my stride to Hyrule. The capital of these blasted lands. The home of that wretched little wench that had ruined my conquering, so long ago. Yes, there was still one more that opposed me, one more threat. Her, his lover, his savior, his princess, She was to die with him to, this dark fateful night. I saw the bridge come into view, bared and taken up, so that none could enter. The pathetic mote that circled the town, the mote that held the most precious tool of the light, the ocarina of time. That little precious trinket, the trinket the girl had most treasured, for good reason too. That was a day of consequence, one that I had also dearly paid for. Everything I had paid dearly for. The damn girl had given me enough trouble to be ignored, if not to hunt her for her threat, it would be for revenge. On everything she had Done. Done to halt his bringing She would pay, for him, so would her father and everyone that allied or stood for her. Any of those who opposed him. Any of those who dared do anything else. All would pay, twice and those who cause me trouble would pay thrice. The Dark rich wood had not changed in the hundred years that I had been gone. It was still the same dark wood that I had crossed across with the little wench on my back.
My hands began to twirl, I began to twirl the gauntlets. Lost arcane words spilled from my mouth in some dark sharp gibberish. I could feel the power, I could feel the magic in me sprout, grow with a sick passion a sick furry. My body began to grow warm with a faint heat that spread across my chest and body. Rain hissed as my hand continued crafting, arcan lore spilling from my lips. I felt my self wash into a soft trance. A Deathly trance of which I continued to keep crafting around me. Then I stopped and let my hands open out. A small little flame lay in my palm, a bright little orange flame that fluttered as droplets drove into it. I clenched the hand and opened it; the flame swallowed into the glove. Rain stopped hissing into my hand, then as quickly as the little orange flame disappeared, a dark light, one crafted of darkness and hate, shone. Then the light burst into a huge ball of purple and black flame that consumed the rain, that consumed the light, that consumed the air, it consumed everything, and then I released it out. I let my arm fling out ward in a cold dead calm wave. The purple ball of shadow like fire slashed forward and cut through the air and broke apart the old dark wood of the gate. Splinters the size of staffs shot in ward into the town. Sharp points that stuck up from the ground, strait into the sky if to forsake a barrier. Sharp splinters spilt into the clean crystal moat. I could feel the power ranging in me, a power that had been long lost. Now that the damned boy was dead I could feel the rawness of the triforce clawing into me. Digging and tearing me apart, I wanted to let the power flow through me and just let myself fall into it. To let myself fall into the darkness, let my self be swallowed by the great torrent. I began my slight jog, and let my legs pound against the ground and made a leap outwards. I felt my self soar over the moat, then to come crashing down into the ground of cobbled stone, stone that shuddered and cracked against my force. My blood began to pound with excitement, with a deep sickly joy. I felt the cold rain on my body again. The deep chilling rain ran over my back. My lower robe was now soaked, cold and uncomfortable. A panic had arisen as the gate had been blown, voices called out in panic and urgency. Curiosity had filled the town along with the terror of the unknown. I let my hands work another ball of fire, letting it stay small and orange, its small warmth making slight comfort. It rolled off my fingers and flew into the village. Fire erupted from the small pathetic stone houses, flames licked up into the sky. A Shuffle of metal, and more clanging filled the air. Arid curses, panicked screams filled the small city. Hyrule had sprouted and grown in the 100 years that peace had been granted. Either way, Hyrule would be mine, the rest of the world would. Everything would be mine, nothing was going to escape, nothing at all. Rain had filled the streets; water gushed from rooftops and slid along the cobblestones creating a thick slop. I let my fingers make the weave once more, moving in their orderly little fashion of arcane lore. Fire once again sprouted from my palm and fingers, which then formed an awkward clump, which I let, soar from my hand with ease. A burning chunk flew through a window, breaking glass and smashing apart the stonewall. Smoke gushed from rooftops, flickering light filled the sky, the fire crawled higher grasping at the clouds. A thick smoke spread through the town. Silver gleamed at the other end of town, and then began to move toward me. Several guards, walked forward with their swords drawn toward me. Flashing their long blades all to dangerously. Bright mail shone on them, as water slid of their wet clothes and the heavy leather. Their clearly polished helmets that barely gave cover to their faces, which now held a sober grim. The grim of a man when he knew that he was walking to accept death all to easily. All had the same grim painted over their faces, they continued to shuffle forward, with their blades held out at an angle. Shuffling and spreading out they formed a weak circle to enclose me. A strategy taught by no other than my own people, when we were hunters. Rain still continued to pour into the streets. Never had there ever been so much rain. I had never experienced so much of it in one place. It rain down my body, I t ran into my eyes. It ran over my bare back, it ran into the eyes of the guards. I felt the heavy haft once again find way into my hands the heavy haft once again, found in between my fingers. The soggy leather grip, the dark sounding blade. I never noticed when I picked it up until it was working and I was one with it. The men now hefted their swords into an aggressive stance. Each held theirs above their heads, as if to cast me down from there. I could see it in all their eyes. They knew they were going to die, they knew that had no chance against the lord of the dark. They would not last, yet I also say that little glimmer that would never leave, the little twinkle that shone just beyond the iris. The faint tickle of hope. So faint, that is seemed to be able to be crushed by the blinking of and eye. And so then it began. Each brought down their swords to ward me. 8 fine silvery blades cut through the air. Slicing down, I raised my sword and spun them off me, each of their pathetic weapons flinging off the dark metal. Each bounding off to throw the caster off balance. I struck forward, letting my self slide to the floor, my leg tripped a man, while my blade met his neck. I could feel the full rush of it again. The excitement of being there, having the power to take his life. Letting myself become one with the blade, I loved it all. The blood spilled from him like a fountain, that mixed in with the rain to become some red swirl that flowed into the streets. So freely it flowed into the streets. Everything moved in and out so quickly. I swung the heavy sword round again to, catching another off the side, smashing his face in as he crumpled and then smoothly letting the blade slide across the leg of the next. Each one fell after the other. I meant TO CONQOUR AND I WOULD.
Scarlet water washed down the cobblestones, several bodies of the guards lay about me. Others fled and ran back toward the castle, limping and clutching to the wounds that they had gained, which had turned dark purple. The frenzy had stopped the, rush had faded, my blood began to settle and rest now that I was calm. My black blade dripping with dark crimson blood that poured into the streets. Gaunt fearful faces covered the streets huddling away from me, from the coming storm. I could see them cower. I raised my voice and called over the square and then they began to trembled. Children clung to their mothers dresses, while more of the men looked ready to defend their homes. I let another dark low laugh, they though that would have a chance against me, they thought that they could dare to fight me, the dark lord Ganon. I hefted the black blade back into my blood soaked hands, fear once again skittered along the crowed. Then I moved forward and they moved away. I continued to pace forward, out of the town, that now had turned into some sort of city, continuing along the stone path, I came to the gates. Two guards sat there, minding nothing but the storm that now pounded around them. Giving awkward glances at me, they noticed the blood that stained my pants, the blood that spilled across my chest. Slowly the began to pick up their swords and back up to pick up their long spears that lay against the gate. I felt, my body dart forward with sickly deadly grace, before they could even pick up their spears, my black sword spilt out from their backs. Groaning they spilt over the blade, then fell backward to the ground. Huge gashes ripped across the amour, blood spilt from them, I slashed out ward with the heavy black blade, the huge gate smashed apart, black burnt splinters spilled across the damp flooded fields. Black soil polluted the grounds, splinters stuck out again from dead earth. The green pastures that once covered the castle grounds were destroyed. I paced across the dead ground to ward the castle. So close now, so close.