Link, the Dark Soul Within

by The Twilight Wolf

Link is a guard at Hyrule Castle. He wakes up one day, and finds his dream became a reality. What caused this? Why is Link losing his memory? What is this darkness he now feels? Please R&R. T for violence. Chapter 6 Updated.

2. The Beginning

Chapter 2: The Beginning

The rain was pouring down from the night sky on the village. Its inhabitants were in their houses, sleeping soundly to the melody of the pitter-pattering of the rain. One man roamed the village, with a thirst for blood that needed quenching. The village's ignorance to the plan that would soon unfold made the man smile. He leisurely strutted between the houses. Arbitrarily, he stopped in front of the most luxurious house in the village; it was one of the few two level houses there. He walked the perimeter of it, so as to judge the best means of an entry. Finding nothing, he resided himself to the fact that use of the door was necessary. He approached the back door and turned the knob. He smirked as the door was not locked and allowed him access to the innards of the domicile.

The man looked around the interior, searching for the staircase. After a minute or so, he located it and promptly climbed it. At the landing, he three doors surrounded him. He stood there, contemplating which door to take, as if he were a connoisseur choosing between three types of delectable wines. Choosing the left door, he opened it slightly, and peered into the room. What he saw brought a smirk of delight to his mouth and a glint of evil to his eyes.

There was a little girl, sleeping soundly on beddings. The man tiptoed in, careful not to wake this child or her family. Upon reaching the girl, he unsheathed his dagger. He ran its cold blade against the face of the sleeping girl, getting a feeling of ecstasy from each moment the steel was in contact with her flesh. Unable to wait any longer, he turned the blade against her neck. He put one hand over her mouth, and then applied pressure to the blade, moving it across the neck of the girl. He sheathed his dagger, now stained with the blood of its first victim. The man, containing his glee, left the room. He closed the door behind him and descended the stairs, wishing he would be able to see reactions of her parents. He left the house and then the village, leaving no signs of his presence except for one victim. His thirst quenched for now, he returned to his abode where he laid down to sleep for the rest of the night.