Chapter 1

Evil is reborn

"Kraaken"!

Her voice, her high sweet sounding voice with the ring of death, rang through the halls of the old castle. Claire the queen of this deserted world stood before the throne. Her light blue piercing eyes stared into the very soul of the desecrated humans before her. The long dark dress flowing flowing vibrantly around her body, it showed every aspect of her slim waist and her medium chest. her dirty blonde hair hung below her waist. It was as if she were the incarnation of the darkness that swallowed this world herself.

She watched the wretched lowly humans shake in her presence. There was a soft thud as a shadow approached from the distance.

"You're late Kraaken" Claire announced. The people in the chamber shuddered at the sound of her voice. A silver reptilian creature approached into the light his red eyes glaring over the pathetic humans. His eyes seemed to move about the room, watching and suspecting anything to move. Three long smooth blades hung from his waist unsheathed, making a slicing sound with every step he took. His forked tongue represented that of a snake. His long silver tail turned scorching black as it neared the bladed tip. His crouched body covered in a mock tunic that fell to just above his knees. A pair of leathery pants flowed down beneath his tunic covering his legs. His back was flourished with spikes of death. Dried blood stained those spikes. He crawled on the ground on all fours till he was still a few meters away from the queen. He then stood as his red glaring eyes continued to peer into the vast crowd of humans.

"Yes, my mistressss," Came his sly smooth voice, "I have done what you declared."

The queen glanced at the reptile and smirked, "Then all is in place for now." She glanced at the undead warriors that stood by her side. The soldiers were completely made out of bones forming giant stalfos.

"Go my undead soldiers, form the army in the courtyard, for tomorrow we attack the Kakariko village, he menacing smile tore the hope away from all of the humans in the chamber room. The undead soldiers bowed momentarily as she gave the orders. They seemed well coordinated for piles of bones. Their footsteps could be heard as they marched down the great hall of the throne room. Claire walked forward, her steps seemed to blacken the area around her feet, and even the walls of the castle seemed to tremble before her. Kraaken bowed as she slowly closed the distance between them. Her skin looked pale white as she stepped in and out of the light.

"Kraaken now is the time," She called in her strong ghostly voice, as she stopped before the creature. "You have a new misssssion for me, misstressss?" He answered in a questionable tone. "Yes, I need you to rid me of the resistance that's heading for Death Mountain to retrieve the goron's hammer. They must not be allowed to succeed. DO you understand?" She told him as she laid her icy palm upon his silver scales. Kraaken shuddered, the icy touch of the queen cool the green blood inside of his veins.

Kraaken stood. "Yes misstresss, I do," he answered her. He turned, his tail swung around his legs. The queen smiled. Her red rose lips now a faded blood red curled into a wicked smile as she watched her faithful servant trot out of the room. She turned slowly on the spot looking to the hopeless people in front of her.

"What should I do with them? Hmm what of execution…No too easy..," She called aloud so that the entire lot could here them. She smiled as she walked past a young boy not even above the age of seven. She bent close to him. The sounds of his frightened whimper brought her the uttermost delight. "What if... I were to allow all of you to be granted a special place in my army?" She asked him. The boy looked up face to face with the monstrous queen. He could not tear his eyes away from hers. Fear ran down his back. He could feel his soul, being snuffed by the darkness of hers. He shuddered suddenly. A yelp flew from his mouth and he landed on the floor. Everyone in the room watched. Her power was unbelievable.

The boy now dead began to stand again this time as one of the queen's undead servant. "I think I found a fitting solution to the rest of you," she called, as she raised one of her arms toward the deathly-frightened crowd. She smirked and darkness filled the room.

Kraaken swiftly climbed the banisters of the hyrule castle. He looked over yonder into the market town. Death was all he could see. His eyes watching everything. His body moving to his every whim. He made sure nothing was out of place. Nothing. He smirked. It was great to do the queen's bidding even if only to kill. He enjoyed the thrill of killing. It was in his nature. His very existance in life was to snuff out the miserable souls of the people that persecuted him. Because he was different. Because they labled him a monster. He didn't have a right to be in this world. It angered him how these pitiful humans looked down and despised his culture, his way of life his own uniquness.

Bah! but what did these arrogant fools know. He looked to the top of the caslte . There she was. the symbol of all hope and life to those humans. A stained glass window depicted of the very princess from the past, "Zelda." The word rolled of his tongue as he spoke it. His eyes gazing up at the monumental tower. He cocked his head to the side. It would always confuse him of how and what that picture actually ment to the humans. he shook his head and decided it was time. He had to get ready for his new mission. He had to pick some warriors that would be able to do his bidding. That would be able to kill all those that stood in their way. Without a second thought, a second glance, or a disrespect for his orders. It was time.