Wow, its been awhile if your still reading this then I give you props.

Sorry about how long it took. You would not beleive the crazy randomness of the chain of events that kept me away, from computer reboots and loss of the story all together to essays for ap lit and all the other randomness of life, but excuses, excuses right?

I'll be trying to update a little faster. When school lets out things may get better.

Also though so far it seems like this story is just bizzaro Zelda, things change. So don't be running off because you think you have heard it all before, My story is hardly even started, so bare with me. You will be pleasantly surprised I'm sure.

Once again I thank the lovely DemonDarkchild for beta-ing my story, o what a mess I would be without her. Also, you may want to check into the fanfic she is wrighting its very compelling. She is after all extremely intelligent, though I may be slightly biased. I don't believe she has posted them yet but she has two chapters written, as of this moment.

I also thank all who have reviewed, please continue to do so. For you who have not, it is a lot easier to write something if you think people are interested.

So i ask you, Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your reviews.

Finally Here is the 4th chapter in my story, enjoy.

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The child's smile was quickly wiped away as he entered the room. For inside lay, quite possibly the most horribly mangled mass of flesh that any creature's eyes had ever had the displeasure of viewing. The boy's stomach churned and the beat of his heart hastened for few could imagine the sight before his eyes. The flesh of this creature scarcely covered its mangled frame. This frame though was nauseatingly familiar, although wildly contorted it was the frame of what could have once passed as a Karako, made all the more wretched by its small near childlike appearance. For in its smallness it appeared as ancient as time itself, making even Mido seem as a young babe. It seemed to be in a perpetual state of decay, confirmed by the nauseating odor of death that hung in the air. What made this creature so disturbing was not the fact it had worms and maggots crawling through its decaying flesh, nor the fact that in many places there was either bone and no flesh or muscle with no skin, which was more a slimy film than skin, nor the fact that its organs hung loosely outside of its body with worms and insects crawling through them, nor the fact that its ears and what was left of its shattered skull was either perforated by worm holes or revoltingly revealing rotted brain matter, nor that despite all this it was wheezing and moving subtly. No, none of this would even phase a man compared to its other ghastly features.

For the worm's and insect's perforations where laughable when compared to the reason this creature was so wretchedly contorted. For this creature was more root and vine than beast. Roots thicker than branches had tunneled their way through…or perhaps out of this beast. Where legs should have been there was a think trunk of root and vine which rather than normal grey or brown where the darkest hue of crimson. Blood red roots and vines where wrapped around it and tunneled through every limb and orifice. At the stump of an arm these blood red roots where stretched through reaching for ground, and through the socket of an eye these vines wrapped though the head and brain in a very unpleasant manor. Most horrifying of all was the thick blood red root which pierced its chest where the heart should be and held the corpse like body in a near standing position. Then to make all matters worse, it spoke.

"Yous fithly dark crittas," it rasped, staring at the child with a pale green glow from the socket vines did not pervade. "Yous wants its… NO! Yous cants haves it. Da poweer ist mine, it is curse is mine, filthy critta leave!" Though wrenched between fear and disgust the child put his shield and sword in front of him. This show of defiance enraged the creature and it shouted " dis God's power ist mine, hes curse ist mine, I isa god. I is immortal. Yous cants killz de gods. Yous cants killz I." With that the ground before the creature shot forth with vines and roots bent on impaling the child.

Jaw agape the child quickly rolled to the side before he was torn to bits by the airborne roots. If there where ever a time that he was sure of his death, it would be now. How could he get close to, let alone kill such a creature? All he could do was run, roll, dodge, and search vainly for some glimmer of weakness he could exploit, but nothing only more vines and roots rushing towards him and he was slowly being worn down by the onslaught. The creature was all the while laughing at his hapless victim. "Yous a slave of mine crittas, mys brodars, believes you cans killz mes they's god? Pathetic critta. Yous cants killz de gods." All the while the child was running and rolling for his life and growing angrier by the minute. He hated to be laughed at, to be called pathetic, its all he had ever known. He had to try something but what? Swiftly he sliced an incoming vine and blood, not sap or water or other tree like fluids, poured from the wound. This was to no avail though; it only made the creature more enraged. Seeing this the child thought of the creature's possible weaknesses and the only thing he could come up with was its protruding brain, and though he doubted it would have any effect, he pulled out the slingshot and, while running, took aim and fired on the brain. He missed many times as it was difficult to aim, run, and dodge all at once but eventually made impact with the brain. To his pleasant surprise this caused the creature to thrash wildly and severely disoriented it. He made a dead sprint for the corpse-body and made there just in time to take a swing at it, unfortunately at this moment the creature regained control and with a sweeping movement of a large root threw him into the far wall. Winded and gasping for breath, the child was just barely able to dodge a root which grazed his left arm, leaving a large painful gash. He quickly shot off a peel of bullets at the creature's brain, again causing the creature to writhe and thrash and, while continuing to shoot at the creature's brain, ran as swiftly as possible to it and slashed at it again and again, over and over, blood flying everywhere and covering him. But the creature only laughed at his attempt, until the boy struck the root that ran through the creature's heart. Which sprayed blood in torrents, and so he continued to strike this root, the creature all the while screaming, until it was severed from its body and he was covered in blood.

As this root supported the creature it slumped over onto its back. The creature began to crack and turn to dust outward from where the root had been. And wheezing its final breaths the creature said "Thank yous, chil'.. the power… the curse… is yous…" and with a sickening groan stopped breathing and turned entirely to dust. In this moment, a blackness flashed and it was as though nothing in the world existed, only darkness, and then pain. Torment unlike any he could have possibly imagined was the child's reward. It felt as though torrents of hellfire swept through his veins and his right hand writhed as though it had been branded by the irons of hell itself. The pain, so brilliant that he felt he could not possibly endure it longer, compounded and each moment was filled with more torment then the last. But in a moment where death or madness was the only possibility he felt something else. He felt a power unlike anything he could have dreamed of and a undeniable sense of rightness and then nothing…