Well, I am back again to please everyone with another chapter of my Big Larry! Yeah… uhh… nothing to say here! Except maybe… PANTS! Cough Scuse me. Any who, disclaimer time.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Legend Of Zelda. But I do own this plot line and whatnot. Oh, and I claim ownership over 'whatnot' because I feel like it.
"The night shift again John?" A Hylian guard asked another guard, who was punching in. "Yup, 5th time this week, I don't think ill last another double shift Jeremy…" And John the guard nodded. "Anything to pay the bills, right?" And Jeremy nodded. Unbeknownst to them, a Sheikah was directly above the two, wall running the hallway. He had chin length white hair, and a pair of crimson eyes, and wore a robe that was stopped a little short of his knees. He had a blood red scarf on, pulled up to cover the whole bottom half of his mouth, and wore the traditional patchwork shirt of the sheikah, crying eye emblazoned on his chest, and wore a pair of baggy black pants, tucked into his boots.
Hmm… how to take these goons out… He thought, the cleats on his boots and gloves keeping him fastened to the wall. He involuntarily shuddered, an ice-cold feeling running down his spine, but he dismissed the feeling. Well, I could always jump down, and boot one in the face, then come around and knock out the other- But his thoughts were interrupted by his feet slipping, and he tumbled down, and landed in front of the two guards. "DARRETH! It's the prince's guards who conspired to kidnap him! Get him-" But Darreth held up his hand, gesturing to silence him. " Hey, hey hey! Who said I was gonna kidnap him? I see you have a deck of cards there, lets play a game of blackjack, I lose, and you take me in. I win, and I'll leave, this never happened." And John stroked his chin. "Hey Jeremy, you were always good with card games, you play him." And he grinned as if the two were sharing a private joke.
He pulled out a deck of cards, and set up for blackjack. " Hit?" And Darreth looked at the cards. " These are marked." He said, and the guard looked taken aback. "Crap! He noticed!" And Darreth grinned. "Let me teach you a card trick my friend…" And he swung the card at him blindingly fast, slitting his throat with it. "EXTREME paper cut!" Darreth laughed, as he unsheathing a dagger, and the guard swung at him with his spear, and Darreth merely side stepped the thrust, and drove the dagger's handle deep into his neck, knocking him out. He looked at the dead corpse with a frown. "I shouldn't have killed him…" And then he smiled. "Oh well!" And he pulled out a scroll, and he began to make elaborate hand motions, and then thrust a palm at the corpse. "Combust." And the corpse began to burn up, leaving nothing but a pile of ashes, and the scroll shriveled and turned to dust.
"Tyrus' room is down the hall, third door to the left." Darreth said to himself, as he began to wall run again. He made it to the hallway where the prince was located. There were three royal guards, and Darreth winced at this. I can't damage these guys, and I used the last scroll I had… Oh well, this one will have to be left up to gravity…He said, dropping down on the guards head, and landing on his shoulders, stunning him, and he quickly twisted his neck, and just as the other two had turned around, he had jumped back onto the wall above them. "What the hell was that! He's DEAD!" One of the guards exclaimed. The other shook his head. "I don't know… just be on alert…" He said, looking at his fellow guards limp dead body. Then Darreth dropped behind the other, and with a quick twist, he took out the second one. " Erickson? " And he turned around to see what that strange noise was. And his companion was also dead, on the ground.
"Peek-a-boo." The last survivor heard from behind him, and that was the last thing he heard, for his neck too was snapped. Darreth shook his head. "Yeah, I'm definitely going to be charged with kidnapping, murder, breaking and entering… This better be worth it Tyrus…" He said, walking towards his door. " Di haku toyotomi, Tyrus." He said, in fluent Sheikah tongue. The door slowly crept open, and a Hylian boy, 4 years younger than Darreth, who was 18, poked his head out. He had short dirty blonde hair, and green eyes, and wore a white tunic with gold embroidery on it, with light blue pants on, and had a great sword slung over his back. "Hey there Darreth." And Darreth looked annoyed. "I had to kill 4 guards to get here." And Tyrus chuckled. "Very un-sheikah like. What ever happened to stealth?" And Darreth kicked a royal guard. " Shuddap. And anyway, this better be good, cause last time you wanted to tell me this, you wanted to speak in private, and apparently taking you out of Hyrule grounds is grounds for expulsion from my duty, which had shamed my family name as a sheik, also got me charged with treason against the Royal family, and attempted kidnapping. They surely think I kidnapped you this time." And Tyrus shook his head. "No they wont, I wrote a note, explaining everything."
Darreth walked to the window, and opened it, and lead Tyrus to it. "They will think I'm kidnapping you even if you said you were taking your leave from the Royal Family." He said bluntly, and Tyrus shrugged. "Well, trust me, it doesn't matter, there's something messed up going on with the Royal Family, and this info should get you back in the good graces with your clan." And Darreth sighed. "I hope. Get on my back." He said, as Tyrus piggy-backed, and Darreth hopped out the window, and landed lightly on his feet, despite the 10 floor drop, and then shot off into the horizon, running fast. Eventually, when they were out of riding distance of the Castle, Darreth let Tyrus down. "So, what was it that you have to tell me?" And he sat down on the ground, exhausted from the long run.
" Well, my father has been possessed by a dark shadow, and the whole Royal family is slowly being infected with this strange spirit." He said, and Darreth shuddered. "So that's what I felt while I was in the Castle. I could feel the presence of something … unnatural in there." He said, and Tyrus nodded. "My father has been doing unholy things, and as the evil shadow in him gathers the spirit of everyone else, he just might succeed in what he's been trying to do. He also has been much less… tolerant of all the other races. We're supposed to be the binding race, the enforcers that keep everything together, but as this spirit grows, the tolerance has been growing shorter and shorter. He's been talking about WAR, Darreth, war. The races are already on the brink of war, kept from slaughtering each other by my father's guidance, but if the shadow takes full hold, and begins to spread to other races… the seven races just might destroy each other." Darreth looked shocked, but not surprised at the same time.
" Yeah, this is something we should report to the elders of my clan." He said, and he stood up, and looked at the sun beginning to rise from horizon, quenching the darkness of night, and staining the morning clouds crimson.
" C'mon, let's go…" He said, and Tyrus hopped on his back again. "You're really going to have to go get a horse from a ranch or something, cause I'm not going to carry you all the time." And Tyrus chuckled. "Whatever." And the two began to run deep into the forest. Meanwhile, at the castle…
The King knocked on his son Tyrus' door, and it gently opened as he knocked. The King didn't look as vibrant as most would've guessed, dark bags under his dark eyes, a grim look on his pale face. He had deviated from the usual King's garments, the usual bright red robes of a King, but was replaced by black robes, that you'd more likely find a necromancer would wear. But no one in the castle questioned this, or the fact that he had been acting very different, for he'd send a summons to the person who had questioned him, and they'd come back … different. He walked over to his son's bed, to find the it empty. He was surprised, and then he looked to the end table besides his bed, and there was a note there.
Dearest Father,
I know that there is something wrong with you. You know I know there's something wrong with you. That's why when I tried to speak with my friend Darreth, the only one who'd believe me about this, you exiled him from Hyrule on charges of kidnapping. But now, I take my leave from the Royal Family, the family that had once shed light on the land, the family that now has been consumed by darkness, and I refuse to be part of the sinister plot you are conceiving. I have left on my own free will with Darreth, and your scheme will not prevail.
-Once your son, Tyrus.
The King looked furious. He called out to the head of his personal guard. "HARRISON!" And guard ran to the door, with a quick salute. "Y-y-yes, S-sir?" He said, stuttering. "Send a battalion of Royal Guards to search the forests for the Sheikah settlement! And when they find it, kill all of them on charges of consorting with an enemy of the Royal Family!" He roared, and the Guard nodded, despite having obvious objections to this. "And post a bulletin all over the world, post Darreth as a wanted man, with a hundred thousand rupee bounty on his head!" And the guard nodded feebly, and walked away, to report this to the head of Hyrule's Army. " The King's lost it, I swear…" He sighed when he was out of earshot.
Next Chapter: Earth or Water?
The Goron's and The Zora's resentment has finally reached an all-time high, as the Zora begin an assault on the Goron City, a large settlement teeming with Gorons, built into the top of the Zaranua mountain. Beneath them, the Zoras are plotting to attack from their domain in the same mountain, a vast lake of trapped rainwater. As the two races clash, a wandering Zora gets caught up in the battle, and a Goron by the name of Dirth is forced to make a choice: Kill the female Zora, or save the innocent girl.