Me: Hey guys, here is another chapter for you. I don't own Naruto Zelda, or Assassin's Creed.
Hyrule Castle
The drone of the organ echoed through the king's chamber, it's deep notes dark and profound in the air. Illuminated by the light of the moon, Ganondorf sat before the grand instrument, his hands dancing along the keys with a professionalism born from years of practice. But this was not music written on sheets. No, this work of genius reflected himself, namely a rich and powerful composition worthy of the darkness he worshiped throughout his life. As the last chord hung in the air, a new noise alerted the King to another presence.
It was clapping, slow and deliberate, like the rhythmic ticking of a clock. Furious, Ganondorf whirled around to identify the vermin who dared to enter his sanctum, only to see Marik leaning casually against a stone pillar. In a flash, he was within a foot of Marik, his hand glowing with dark magic as his rage grew.
"What are you doing here?" the king whispered, " I told you to remain in the village until I gave the orders to move!"
Marik shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were no concern of his. "There were. . . . complications." he said, gesturing to his injured arm. Ganondorf noticed that the rest of these garments were stained crimson with blood. Taking a deep breath, the king started to pace about the room.
"What of this hooded man? The Assassin?" he asked, "I trust that he has been disposed of?"
Marik grinned evilly, "A little scratch and some shadow venom will do wonders your majesty."
The King nodded in satisfaction. One less thorn in his side. The King turned to his spy, "They will be quick for revenge, so we must be swift. Take the garrison of Darknuts and march on the villages."
Marik bowed deeply. "Yes your highness." As he turned to leave, Ganondorf gave him one last order.
"Wipe them out. All of them."
Back with Obito. . . . (btw, I would listen to the song "Assassin's Creed Theme" by Jesper Kyd and Loren Balfe from Assassin's Creed Revelations while reading this part. It fits the mood.)
Obito's eyes snapped open, sitting bolt upright with his body covered in a cold sweat. His breathing came in ragged gasps as he tried to calm his thundering heart. Looking around, though, only made his heart beat faster. There was nothing, except darkness: pure, black, indefinable shadow.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light and a woman appeared next to him. His eyes widened as he took in her appearance. She appeared human, but at the same time, she seemed to be not of this world. She was dressed in regal robes which flowed elegantly down her body, while her face seemed to glow like a hundred suns.
Hello Obito Uchiha, she said. Her sweet, melodic voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.
Do you know who I am? she asked him gently.
Obito nodded, overcome with awe, "You're Farore, Goddess of Courage."
The goddess smiled warmly, I have been watching you for a long time my child. You have shown true courage, Obito, and it is a trait that I value highly.
Obito frowned, "I'm not brave. You said that you have been watching me? Then you know that I'm not courageous."
Farore sighed, which resulted in a gentle wind sweeping over them. With a wave of her hand, a circular mirror appeared out of thin air. She beckoned him closer to the reflecting glass.
Look into the mirror, my child. What do you see? she asked. The ninja stared into the mirror, seeing only his reflection. Confused, he glanced back at the goddess.
"I see my reflection, nothing more." he stated bluntly.
She shook her head, Your eyes deceive you, don't trust them. Look again.
Obito shook his head, frustrated. Not trust his eyes? But then he shrugged. 'Makes as much sense as everything else right now.'
Again, he focused on the mirror. Slowly, his reflection shifted to when he was younger, clad in the white robes of an Assassin. The image shifted to show Obito running to the edge of a tall building. Not breaking his stride, he threw himself fearlessly of the edge. For a moment, he seemed to hang in midair, and then slowly, he began his descent. There was no terror on his face, only calm acceptance.
Again the image shifted, showing a beaten Obito lying at the feet of Kakashi Hatake.
"You're pathetic Uchiha! You're always late, you're a crybaby, and you haven't even got the skills to last in a simple sparring match! Not that it would help you anyway."
Disgusted, the silver haired ninja turned his back on the Uchiha.
"It's time to end this" he said coolly, and suddenly launched his fist at Obito. There was a flash of movement, and Obito's hand was curled around his opponent's fist. He glared at Kakashi, his eyes taking on a reddish tint.
"You're right. No holding back."
Farore looked at Obito, watching his expression as the images shifted once more. As more images and memories flashed by, Farore spoke to the astonished Uchiha.
You have more courage than a hundred knights or Assassins. But the battle ahead will be no simple task. Even now, my sisters and I play a dangerous game against the forces of darkness. You are the ace they never expected. You are destined to finish the fight.
The goddess' form flickered for a moment, and a frown covered her face.
My time to depart is at hand, she stated and gently laid her hand over his heart. Obito felt the warmth of a fire race through his body.
Never give up my child. Your courage and will, not your Sharingan, are your greatest weapons.
There was a bright flash of light, and Obito found himself back at the Village, pondering what had just transpired.
Me: review please!