A/N: I own nothing except a copy of this great game. Second note: A single singer is demarked in italics "like this", while a crowd singing is demarked "like this."

His horse made a frustrated and antsy noise beneath him. He ignored it, knowing that it would get its wish momentarily. The winds from this strange place whipped through the air, blowing his cape behind him with some force. There was no garden of thorns here like the ones that surrounded that temple. He was left to bear the brunt of the elements.

He felt another presence ride up beside him. He flitted his eyes over once. It was a being encased in pitch-black and jagged armor, the helmet completely obscuring whatever race it was that the creature belonged to. The creature was silent, as if waiting orders.

"Take your men straight through the courtyard. Neither side can contain us, and they are not allied to begin with. They will all fall." Ganondorf turned to face the black-armored creature. "I have no interest in prisoners."

"Neither do I…" the armored creature replied in a horribly raspy voice. It drew its sword, a jagged and ugly-looking broadsword.

Almost as if on cue, hordes of dark forces began to amass behind the two of them. Stalchildren, Stalmasters, and countless other horrible creatures summoned from the dark abyss. They greatly outnumbered the forces of light and what remained of Cia's forces. It would be easy to cut through.

"The Triforce is near…" Ganondorf murmured to himself. He drew one of his mighty Dark Swords, the horrible serrated blade a void of black metal. "FORWARD!"

A horrible shriek went throughout their ranks, and the army began to charge.

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"Oh Goddesses…" Zelda said to herself. She felt a horrible tensing in her chest, and recognized that she was having a sort of panic attack. She tried not to look at the advancing curtain of dark forces, the mass looking horrifically close to her nightmares, and she turned towards the courtyard. Below her, the forces of Cia and the forces of Light had stopped battling, and were hesitantly setting up defensive positions against the oncoming storm. "No…no, no, no." Zelda muttered. Her forces would be slaughtered. She looked down towards the battlefield, and saw the newly-proclaimed Lord Gawain. As if by the grace of the Goddesses, he looked up at her and made eye contact. They were far away, but something passed between them. She saw him reach for his hip, and draw forth a battle horn. He blew into it harshly, and it emitted a crystal-clear and baritone noise.

"FALL BACK!" Sir Gawain bellowed. "FALL BACK TO THE GARDENS!"

Almost immediately, the forces of light began to draw away from the battlefield, and began racing for the portal that Dorias and his branch of the Ravagers were guarding, deep within the garden. Cia's army didn't pursue them, their prideful brains misconstruing this retreat as unabashed cowardice. They chose to set their pikes and shields down, and meet this usurper that dared to defy their orders from Cia.

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Impa had placed a hand on Ishaka's shoulder tentatively, and they had been standing there quietly when they first heard Gawain's horn. Instinctively, they both went rigid.

"The retreat?" Impa managed to sputter. "But why?"

"No time to explain!" Zelda shouted, rushing out of the throne room. Behind her, Itami and a very bandaged-up Link came stumbling out afterwards. She turned to face Impa, and stared at her. "Impa, the darkness of my nightmares? It is coming. Every last one of our troops must retreat, and retreat from this plane of existence now." There was nothing but urgency in her voice. Impa nodded.

"Understood." She turned to the rest. "I will get out to the courtyard and help redirect our forces out of the battle."

"I'll search the back gardens for any posted troops." Itami said.

"I'll look through the upper hallways for any of our soldiers." Zelda said.

"We be lookin' fer any'un in th' firs' floor." Ishaka said, gesturing to himself and Link.

"Good. Now MOVE!" Zelda barked.

They scattered.

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He noticed the forces of light beginning to melt away, retreating back into the garden of thorns. He frowned: he had been hoping they were made of stouter material than that. Still, the armies of that demented sorceress were holding strong. They would serve as a nice warm-up. It had truly been too long since he'd been able to swing a weapon.

There was a terrible cacophony as Ganondorf's forces met with the remnants of Cia's army, as shields were splintered and bones and bodies broken. Ganondorf leapt from his horse, and landed in front of five Moblin captains. He drew his two Dark Swords, reveling in the terrified look on the beasts' faces as they saw the blades were almost wide enough to cut them in half.

And they were.

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Zelda raced through the upper hallways of the temple, shouting for anyone that could hear her to retreat. To drop their weapons and begin running as fast as possible for the garden of thorns. She managed to get the attention of a few straggler Bokoblins, and with a frenzied annoyance she cut them down. She stumbled upon an advance guard of Seegs, and ordered them to retreat. Their first instinct was to object, but then they realized that they would be questioning their regent if they did so. So they fled. Zelda tried not to look at the many paintings of Link, and statues of Link, and scrolls that told tales of Link, as she raced through the hallways. The thought of what Cia's obsession amounted to, coupled with the horrible roar outside as Ganondorf's armies entered the battlefield, was simply too much to think about.

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"Ooh, be careful Meathook!" Agitha wailed as her Goron friend stomped the head in of a fallen Stalchild. Some of Ganondorf's forces had split from the major battle, and had begun engaging the forces of light. So, while the majority of the coalition continued their retreat, several brave souls offered a sort of rear guard.

"Where did these freaks come from?" Midna snarled, snapping her hair forward and crushing a few Stalchildren. "And why won't they stay dead?"

"I detect with 100% certainty that they are already dead, as they are-"

"SHUT UP, FI!"

Lana pirouetted past a few Stalmaster sword slashes, and conjured up a wall of light and runes. The wall went skidding across the ground, and crashed into a group of Bokoblins that were ganging up on Ruto and Darunia. The Goron King laughed uproariously, as this opening allow him to cave in the head of a Lizalfos with his hammer.

"Hah ha!" He bellowed, as the creature fell limp to the ground. "I can take all of these stupid creatures! Keep it coming!" His Honor Guard was equally enthused, bellowing and roaring with each blocked attack and every thrust of their swords. Ruto was trying not to let this insanity terrify her, as she slashed at any straggler that came close to her with her Zora scales. She promised herself that, if she made it out of this alive, the first thing she was doing was going back to the Ravager camp and drinking and dancing until the sun came up.

Curfews and mandatory meetings be damned.

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"Go! Go! C'mon, git!" Ishaka snapped, waving his arms frantically and ushering Ravagers and Hyrulian alike out of the lower levels of the castle. Beside him, Link was similarly signaling soldiers to retreat.

"There's so many people in here!" Proxi wailed, flying around Link's head. "Who knows if we'll be able to get everyone out in time?"

"Don't think that, Proxi." Link assured her quietly. "Nobody is getting left behind."

They made their way into the cellar of the temple, where they found one squad of Ravagers that had been there simply for the sake of being thorough. Link shouted for them to get out, and then turned around and was about to head back up the stone steps when he saw Ishaka staring at something.

"Ishaka, let's move!" He shouted. The Ravager captain ignored him, instead racing for a group of jugs in the corner. He used his knife to pry open one of them, and then gestured over to Link. Ishaka also whistled sharply, and the small group of Ravagers had stopped their retreat and were now surrounding him. "Ishaka, we have to go!" Link shouted.

"Not yet!" Ishaka barked. He gestured to the jugs. "Give it a smell! Whatcha thin' it be?"

Link needed maybe half a second before he got a whiff of something sharp.

"What is it?" Link asked.

"Torch oil." One of the Ravagers said. "Stuff to light lamps and lanterns and such. Oil drums for the stuff. Very flammable."

"So?" Proxi shouted. Ishaka whistled, and the Ravagers each grabbed a drum apiece.

"If'n tha' darkness want this place so bad…" Ishaka said, before hoisting up a barrel on his shoulders. "Then let 'im have it. Jus' th' way we leave it. I gots an idea…"

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"That's everyone I can count!" Dorias shouted, as the coalition forces raced into the secret grove of the garden far away from the battlefield. A perimeter of troops was formed as a sort of defense, but at that moment the darkness had not found them yet. Considering the way that things were going for Cia's army, it would only be a matter of time before Ganondorf's army began looking for them.

"Where is the princess?" Impa barked, getting more and more frantic as she scanned the faces in front of her. "Link? Ishaka? Are they back yet?"

"I haven't seen them!" Darunia shouted. "Want me to go back and find them?"

"Yes!" Impa shouted. "I'll come with you." She drew her Biggoron Knife. "Everyone else, hold position! Be ready to flee through the portal at a moment's notice!" She turned to the Goron king, nodded, and then the two of them raced back towards the Temple as fast as they could.

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She raced through the hallways, shouting for anyone and everyone that could hear to retreat. She doubled back through some of the hallways and rooms, scanning for any sign of movement with a near-frantic zeal. She checked once. She checked twice. She checked until she had to stop herself from going crazy with worry. Then, confident that there was no one left in the upper levels of the temple, she ran back towards the main lobby.

She came running through the hallway, and stood at the top of the stairwell. Below and in front of her was the front door to the temple. It was her gateway out of this nightmarish place, this tribute to a warped and lustful passion for Link that had led to the deaths of so many. The door was there. It was waiting.

And so was he.

He stood there in the center of the room, looking up at her. His arms were crossed across his chest, a smirk on the corner of his lips. There was no sign of damage or battle fatigue on his person, except for the dripping blood from the corners of his swords. He stared at her, his expression like that of a predator having finally cornered his prey.

Her heart was an animal in her chest, threatening to burst out of her rib cage with every beat. Yet on the surface, she remained calm.

"You are afraid." Ganondorf said quietly, looking up at her. He cocked his head slightly to the side, as if examining a curio. Zelda steled her gaze.

"You flatter yourself." She said. "For you see what is there when there is nothing."

"I do not need to see your fear to know that it is there, princess." Ganondorf retorted. His smirk deepened. "I can smell it all the same."

There was an icy silence between the two of them. He broke it.

"You know why I am here." He said.

"I do." She replied.

"Then how this goes is entirely up to you." Ganondorf said. "You know who I am, and you know what I am capable of. And, most of all, you know what I want. The only question is…" He drew one of his jagged Dark Swords. "Will you capitulate?"

Zelda stared at him with an icy glare. She walked down the steps, until she was at the foot of the stairs. Then, she drew her glittering rapier. She pointed it towards Ganondorf's neck. The Demon King smirked.

"I expected nothing less." He said.

With a feral roar, he lunged.

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The first of the Stalchildren fell in a manner of moments. Darunia and Impa had held the element of surprise over those fell beasts, and within moments the forces of darkness surrounded the two of them.

"Come and get it, beasts!" Darunia roared. He swung his hammer around like a discus, smashing into anything that dared to come close. Those that tried to avoid his bombastic approach were swiftly cut down by the far more precise and surgical assault of the Sheikah warrior Impa. All sounds were fading away from her mind, as she sliced and hacked through anything that came near. They fell by the score.

She felt a prick of pain on her shoulder, and saw that a thrown spear had grazed it. She was bleeding. In a moment, she figured it was nothing more than a glancing blow. Painful, but not incapacitating. She kept fighting. There was a roar. Darunia's honor guard could no longer sit still and watch their leader fight by himself against the hordes of enemies before them. Spears and sword and rock-hard arms slammed against the Bokoblins and Moblins and Lizalfos and Stalchildren that threatened to overrun them. There was the sound of a horn being blown. The Royal Guard of Hyrule raced into the fray, reinforcing Impa. It was a paltry number of soldiers, buying desperate time for the rest of their army to wait for their regent to make it out of the hellish temple that seemed to be collapsing in front of their very eyes.

They held the line.

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She ducked, and just missed getting her head cut off by one of the massive swords he carried. She was not nearly strong enough to completely block his strikes, instead redirecting a slash and thrust here and there. She had been grazed several times by the serrated edges to his swords, and could feel the cuts mounting. She was bleeding in several spots along her arms and her sides. Her armor and dress was starting to tear. She knew that she was overmatched by this nightmarish being before her, the physical incarnation of the evil that she had sworn to defend the Triforce of Wisdom from.

She fought anyway.

They locked blades again, her rapier trapped in between his two Dark Swords. He smirked.

"You know this is a pointless battle, Princess." He said. "Just give in now. It will be painless."

"I would rather die." She managed to hiss. He laughed.

"Don't be so boring." He replied. "Everyone who says that does."

He made a scissors motion with his blades, and Zelda only barely managed to duck her head underneath. Still, she felt a yanking on the end of her sword, and saw that the rapier's blade had been completely shorn off by the Dark Swords. She was practically defenseless.

She rolled out of the way. She backed away from the dark lord, her eyes flitting to either side for a means of escape. Ganondorf smirked.

"This is the end of the line, Princess." He said. "Give me the Triforce, or die."

She took that moment to spit in his face.

He wiped it off of his cheek dismissively, and shrugged.

"Have it your way."

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One moment he was there, and then the next he was gone. Zelda's brain almost couldn't register what she had just seen, until she blinked and was able to see the ball of violence that was before her. Link had hopped on the back of Ganondorf's shoulders, pounding the back of his head with palm strikes and hammer fists. Ishaka had straight up tackled the Demon King head-on, and the resulting force caused the three of them to crash to the ground. At that moment, Zelda felt someone grab her hand.

"Let's go, yeah?" One of the Ravagers said to her. She looked at him, and then back at the trio of warriors fighting and scrapping in front of her. She knew what she had to do, and she hated herself for it.

She followed the squad of Ravagers out the door.

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There was a roar, and Ganondorf leapt up to his feet, throwing Link and Ishaka off of him like annoying flies. The Hero and the Ravager landed hard, but rolled out of their fall and back up onto their feet. Ganondorf snorted.

"You would stand in my way?" He asked. Link drew the Master Sword, and Ishaka twirled his two knives in opposing directions. Ganondorf briefly took a moment to roll his eyes.

"Admirable, I suppose." He said. He drew his two Dark Swords. "But stupid."

The three of them lunged.

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As Zelda was ushered out the doorstep of the castle, she saw in front of her a massive wave of enemies. A sea of darkness. But in the middle of it she saw a small-yet-growing number of familiar faces fighting with a frantic zeal to get to her and clear the way.

"Let's go, yeah!" The Ravager who'd grabbed her shouted. He threw a small dagger, and it embedded itself in the neck of a Moblin captain. As the beast fell gurgling to the ground, the Ravager squad threw themselves into the fray. Swords clashed and screams echoed through the air, as the men and women under Ishaka's banner fought through the darkness like rabid dogs.

"Princess, catch!" One of them shouted. The Ravager tossed her the scimitar of a fallen Stalmaster. It was clunky and felt dirty in her hands, but a weapon was better than no weapon. She felt a little bit safer with it. With a cry of her own, she joined these brave and crazy souls on their suicidal run to get her to safety.

As they reached the line, Zelda could see that the Hyrulian forces had formed a shield wall. In the center, Lord Gawain was barking orders and frantically waving for her to make it. They were a hundred feet away. Fifty.

There was a cry. One of the Ravagers next to Zelda had taken an arrow to the head, and lifelessly crumpled to the ground. Zelda tried to ignore the fact that his blood had gotten on her face, and she ran as hard as her legs could move. They were almost there. A few more of the Ravagers fell getting the Princess to safety. They were so close.

A small opening in the shield wall appeared, for the princess and her defenders alone. A few more Ravagers fell. Zelda felt that she was alone. She felt a blinding pain to her side, and hit the dirt hard. She'd been shoulder-blocked to the ground. She looked up to see the dark-armored creature that had slammed into her. It was a Darknut,* and the armored beast roared as it raised its broadsword. Zelda had no time to move.

A horrible roar filled her ears, and she watched as a burly and dark-skinned Ravager blocked the downward stabbing motion of the Darknut's sword with his own. Then, while the creature was stunned, the Ravager pivoted around so that he was standing behind the creature. With a feral roar, the Ravager grabbed the Darknut by the head and twisted as hard as he could. There was an audible popping noise as the Darknut's neck snapped, and the armored being fell lifelessly to the ground. The Ravager then leapt over its lifeless body, hoisted the princess into his arms bridal-style, and then leapt through the opening of the shield wall. It closed safely behind him.

All this in a manner of seconds.

"Zelda, are you alright?" Impa's voice seemed muffled, as if the princess'ears were stuffed with cotton. She looked up, and blankly nodded. "Who is left?" Impa yelled.

"Link and Ishaka…" Zelda managed to mutter. Then the realization of what she said hit her. "LINK!" She cried. She sprang up to her feet, and if it wasn't for the swift reflexes of her savior Ravager she would have leapt over the shield wall and back into the fray. "LINK! I can't let him die because of me! Let go of me! LET GO OF ME!"

"Zelda, get a grip!" Impa snapped. "I won't let you go back through there! We're barely holding this shield wall as it is! We have to start retreating! Just…" She struggled for the words. "Have faith that Ishaka and Link will be alright! They are the Hero of this era and the commander of the Ravagers. They are capable!"

Zelda howled in rage and frustration, but acquiesced to her lieutenant's demands. Sullenly, she was helped off of the battlefield.

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Proxi was helpless. She floated high above the battle raging below her, and fretted her little heart to its limit. For below was a sword battle of terrible might and power.

Link and Ishaka combined were throwing everything that they had into this great and mighty monster before them, and even then the little fairy knew that it was barely enough to hold him back. She stared into the fell man's eyes, and could see that there was a sadistic gleam of enjoyment there.

There was no witty banter. There was only animalistic furor. Ishaka swung and connected with each of his strikes while howling like a wolf. Link was bellowing a kiai with every strike. Ganondorf himself was getting into it, letting out a terrible grunt with every block and attack. There was no doubt what was on the minds of these men: the utter extinction of their enemy.

The Demon King swung his blades in an X-scissor motion, catching Ishaka's black knives. He snarled, and prepared to slice inwards and decapitate the Ravager leader. At that moment, Link raced underneath and leapt forward, launching himself forward in an aerial dropkick to take out the Demon King's knees. The move was not enough to topple the massive man, but it was enough to jar him. Ishaka took this moment to throw his hands upward, launching both his and Ganondorf's weapons into the air. With a roar, the two of them began throwing punches and kicks that rattled Proxi's very being with every strike. Ganondorf thrust his fist forward, catching Ishaka hard in the nose. The Ravager snarled as his nose began shooting out blood, but something deep within him allowed him to shake it off.

He ducked another haymaker, and connected with a hard right to Ganondorf's eye socket. The Demon King staggered backwards, clutching at his face. Link had leapt back up, and with a yell dropkicked Ganondorf in the small of the knee again. The Demon King went to the floor, growling in pain.

"Link…run!" Ishaka managed to snarl. The Hero stood his ground.

"I'm…not leaving you!" He managed to gasp. Every inch of his body was sore and hurting and throbbing, as the accumulated damage from his fight against Cia's shadow Links and now against Ganondorf began to add up. He was barely able to stand, but he refused to abandon his friend's side.

"Tha's fine an' all but DO IT!" Ishaka roared. "I be righ' b'hind yeh!" He turned to Link, and suddenly shoved him towards the door. Link stumbled forward, managing to grasp the Master Sword in his hand as he picked it up off of the ground. Proxi flew towards him, safly taking refuge within him.

Ganondorf had gotten to his feet. His eye was darkening. A trickle of blood was leaking out of his nose. He smirked.

"I have not bled in eons…boy." He said. "You and that boy can carry that, at least." He drew into a ready stance. "And I must thank you. It has been far too long since I've felt one perish at the end of my fists and boots." His grin was terrible to behold. Ishaka snarled.

"Go t'hell." He managed to rasp.

"I already have." Ganondorf replied. "Vastly overrated." He lunged forward, throwing brutal crosses and jabs. Ishaka managed to dodge most of them, but one of them caught him in the cheek. He went down to the ground hard. Ganondorf knelt forward and picked him up by the scruff of his neck. The Ravager captain was limp in his arm, feet barely on the ground. Ganondorf snorted with disdain.

"You have no idea what I am, boy." Ganondorf said. "You are but a man. I am incarnate. And while you put up a brave façade…I can feel your bones beginning to crack. Your resolve fading. And I can sense the panic growing within you. I can sense-" He stopped. His grin faded, and a look of puzzlement was now on his face. "Hm. Now that's interesting."

He never got to finish the thought, as Ishaka's eyes suddenly snapped open. The Ravager captain spit a massive globule of blood and spit right into the unsuspecting Gerudo's eyes. Grunting in pain and in annoyance, Ganondorf dropped Ishaka to the ground and staggered backwards, trying to wipe the gunk out of his eyes. Shakily, Ishaka staggered back to his feet. He'd managed to recollect his black knives, but he was in no condition to use them. He began to dig into his pocket.

Ganondorf managed to clear his vision enough to stare blearily at Ishaka.

"Was that supposed to hurt, boy?" He asked. He blinked again as his vision was restored, and he was treated to a curious sight.

Ishaka was standing in the doorway of the Temple of Souls. His black knives were sheathed in their hip holsters, and Ishaka wasn't even looking at the Gerudo King. Instead, he was staring very intently at the pipe in his mouth. A cloud of smoke was wafting around the man's head. He breathed in the sweet-smelling snuff, and then looked up and stared in Ganondorf's eyes.

"Naw. But this might."

Quick as a flash, he tossed his pipe into the air. Ganondorf watched it arch through the air, before it landed at his feet harmlessly. He looked at Ishaka, who had already started running out the door. Ganondorf looked at him, and then down at the pipe. The embers were still burning bright.

That was when Ganondorf felt the wetness on the floor, and the acrid smell filled his nose. He smiled.

"Not bad."

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Ishaka was barely into the courtyard before the backdraft hit. The fire raced through the Temple, engulfing the main atrium in moments and then arching down the hallways with terrifying speed. The trails of oil that the Ravagers had laid were doing their jobs, and it was mere moments before the flames reached the basement of the temple…where the countless reserves of oil lay. Oil…and volatile magical elements.

The fire and explosions nearly knocked him off of his feet. Ishaka kept running, his breathing ragged and his muscles aching. His nose was a faucet, gushing blood down his lips and chin and onto his coat. His broken nose throbbed, and one of his eyes was swelling up. The explosion was enough to cause the armies of darkness to stagger backwards, momentarily stunned. He ran right past them, avoiding any and all contact. Most of them didn't even see him. They were enraptured by the sight of the temple going up in flames.

The forces of light had completely retreated from the battlefield. He kept running, through the maze-like pathways of the garden of thorns. He had no idea if he was going the right way or not. He only trusted his feet. He kept running. And running. He staggered and stumbled against some of the thorny plants, ignoring the burning as they cut into his arms and legs. He got right back up, pulling the barbs out of his palms as he ran. He was running on fumes now. He wasn't sure how much he had left. He turned the corner.

There it was. The portal, fluctuating in the air as whatever it was on the other side began to loosen their control over it. The entirety of the coalition had already made their retreat. There was no one left there.

No one but her.

Her eyes widened as she saw him approaching, as if scant believing the sight of him before her. He made a low howling noise from deep within in his throat, as if he was trying to say something to let her know that he was indeed real. She blinked, shook her head, and then started running towards him. She met him right as one of his exhausted and quivering legs gave out. She hooked her arm around his shoulders, grabbing tightly to his coat. She was shouting something in his ear. Something about stepping to the left, and then to the right. He was far gone from rational thought. All that remained was the need for survival. He was fading fast. They were so close.

Right as his legs gave out, he felt her give a titanic roar, and throw the two of them into the air.

The portal closed right after them.

And they were gone.

HYRULIAN CODEX

Darknuts – Little is known about the Darknut people, for there exists no known record of a Darknut willing telling their story to historians. In fact, one has to wonder if the Darknut people have taken a collective oath of silence towards those outside of their race, with no attempts at breaking the détente. What little is known about the Darknut people comes from second-hand sources.

Primarily, it is known that the Darknuts are a fiercely warrior-like culture. They come to battle in armor that is pitch-black, with helmets that obscure their facial features. Some say that their helmet is welded to their armor, so that no outsider can ever see what a Darknut looks like on the inside. They have a militaristic and very organized hierarchy, as evinced by their mannerisms in battle: they fight in teams of up to four, and are frequently given command of any military force that they are assigned to.

The most notable feature of the Darknut race, other than their legendary reticence, is that to this date there exists no evidence of Darknuts that do not fight for the darkness. Hyrule throughout the ages has never had a Darknut fight for her side, and many of them have died trying to burn her to the ground.

Multiple theories abound to this. Sadly, as they are little more than theory, most eventually devolve into hearsay and rumor. A rather popular tale is that they were once contemporaries of the Sheikah people, until a moment came where both tribes had to pick a side. While the Sheikah, with their mystical ways and mannerisms, chose the light…the Darknuts, with their rigidly structured hierarchy and militarism, chose the dark. Some even believe that while most worship the Golden Goddesses as their deities, the Darknuts worship the Evil Incarnate as their "god" of existence. In fact, it is highly possible the name "Darknut" is an ages-old corruption of a descriptor for what they were: "Dark knights."

Whatever the truth is, what remains as fact today is that Darknuts are fanatically loyal to the darkness…yet will only serve those that they deem truly worthy to carry the torch of their dark and evil master. They are the pinnacle of the threat against Hyrule and her allies, and they are the most dangerous of soldiers in the demon army.

Killing one is almost impossible, and is the mark of a true and brave soul.