Past and Present: Book One: Past Chapter 2: Attempt Invasion, a legend of zelda fanfic

Past and Present

PART 1

I was helped over to a small bed a few feet away from the machine, and thrown into it. I was surprised by how quickly I managed to fall asleep in my state.

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The Next Day

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"Wake up, Link. We have much work to do. You've slept long enough." I awoke to hear a the man say.

"Ugh, no... I don't wanna go back in..." I complained.

"Get up, now!" he demanded in a loud voice.

I was startled, and immedietly flew out of my bed.

He smiled smugly at me," That's better. Now please get onto the machine, we haven't much time." he instructed me.

I cautiously laid down on the glowing metal bed-like device and stared up at the ceiling, like yesterday. A screen folded back over my face, and words appeared, reading:

WELCOME, G_D

ACCESS CODE:

I watched as the man typed the code into a computer.

ACCESS ALLOWED

"Now, remember, nothing is actually happening, no matter how real it seems. You must just watch as it happens, like reliving a memory, and not fighting back like you usually do." he instructed.

"What?! No! I will not go back in that! What the heck is this, anyways?" I demanded to know.

"If you must know, this is a machine made to look into lost memories. You must let it work, or else we'll keep at this forever, and I warn you, I am willing to keep you here that long, testing on you over and over." he answered darkly.

"Alright..." I mumbled.

"Good." he then continued to work with the computer.

ACESS MEM FILES:

--+3

OTHER OPTIONS

I grew nervous watching the screen.

ACCESSED

"Be still." he told me.

SCANNING BRAIN...

"This will take a minute. Try not to think too much." he told me.

"Ugh." I groaned in annoyance.

ACCESSED.

The image of a brain reappeared, and he moved the mouse over one spot and clicked. He clicked one of the squares, and the brain reappeared with different writing around it, like information. I managed to read a piece:

"SOME TIME IN ANCIENT HISTORY, ROUGHLY-"

Then I started to feel numb. My heart started to beat faster.

"Just relax." he told me.

"Relax..."

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I watched as a young boy stood before a man. Instantly, something clicked in my head. I knew it was his father. He was a fairly happy man that wanted his son to grow up strong, so he trained him often in the art of sword fighting, dagger throwing, and other useful war things of their time. The son was young, but very athletic and skilled. His dad was going to send him into the army.

I was surprised I knew all of this. I continued to watch.

The son drew a long wooden sword and charged. I could feel him running, the golden hair of his blowing in the wind, everything, like I was him. I could even feel his excitment.

He lunged at his dad, who stepped to the side and flicked him surprisingly hard on the back with his wooden sword. I felt it, and it hurt a lot. I tried to move, but couldn't. Suddenly I was seeing out of the boy's eyes. I could see the dad swinging again. He parried and tried a counter attack, but was hit again by his dad.

It hurt so bad, and I tried to run away. I awoke with the brain image in fornt of me. The pain was all gone.

"Excellent progress!" the man congradulated." But you must remember, the pain is not actually there! But that was good!"

He moved the mouse over a green button, and started to type certain information down.

AGE: PRE-TEEN POSSIBLY

HEIGHT: 4'9

NAME: LINK

DESC: ATHLETIC. SWIFT. SKILLED. MAYBE EASILY EXCITED; POSSIBLY SUBJECT TO CHANGE, THOUGH.

"None of that's true about me!" I said as the brain image reappeared.

"Not about you, about that boy you saw." he said.

"What does that boy have to do with anything?!" I snapped.

"He's your ancestor." the man replied flatly.

I blinked, surprised," What do you want with my ancestor? He's already dead." I asked curiously.

"Well, I can't tell you at the moment. Continue making progress and I will let you in on some things." he offered.

"Okay." I said. My body returned to numbness, and my vision blurred. In a matter of seconds, I was staring down at the boy and his dad again, right where they had left off.

I felt the pain again, and tried to yell. Static appeared, and my vision started to blur. A second later, it readjusted. The boy whimpered, and I felt it.

"Ignore the pain, son. You must show no pain in combat. Though much better, remember when you used to scream when hit? Then cry a lot? You have improved. Take some water, and we shall continue." he instructed the child.

I felt him move over to a canteen of water and drink a large gulp. I felt the water as it ran refreshingly down his throat. It felt good. He rubbed his back a little. That made the pain ease some.

Suddenly, bells started to ring far off, and I was startled. The father looked worried.

"Link, gather your things. Let us go to the cliff to inspect this." he told Link. I felt more like one person with Link as things progressed.

"Yes sir." Link responded.

He grabbed his things and ran after his father. I wonder what's happening? He thought to himself as he ran.

They raced down a path in the woods, Link's age allowing him to sprint easily for a distance, and his father's training multiplied that. They arrived at a large cliff, overlooking what looked like a small and peaceful town. It was Link's home of New Ordon. It was built after the great flood, near the original site of old Ordon.

Good Nayru, was I really so far into his ancestor I could feel, think, and know like him? This machine was insane!

Link looked over at the town gates, and gasped. The wooden towers set up on the walls were on fire, and New Ordon's soldiers were charging towards the front gates, preparing for a fight while archers kept the invaders at bay. Mere seconds later the massive wooden door shattered, and Gerudos poored into the city.

Gerudos used to be all women, with the occasional male who was their king, born every one hundred years. Now males were born often, and it was both male and females. They were a powerful desert kingdom, once merely a band of thieves. Each citizen in their home country was trained to be a deadly murdurer. That's why their army was so good, because each soldier was individually trained, armed to the teeth. They could overrun any opposing force unless it was large enough to stop them. And overruning the other force was exactly what they were doing. Link and I both felt frightened, seeing the many soldiers charging into the village.

Suddenly, Link felt concerned for his father. His father was a village guard.

He gave him a long, sad look," Link, my boy, I have trained you well, and you will do many great things. I can tell. We haven't much time, but still, take this sword, and report to your mother. I will go and help fend off the Gerudos. And remember your training." With that, he handed his son a small sword with a well-crafted wooden handle.

"Daddy, come with me!" Link begged.

"I'm sorry, you must flee with your mother. I will return soon. It is my duty as a guard to fight. I'm sorry." he apologized sincerely.

"Dad..." Link said, slowly taking a few steps back. I felt sad, too; just like my ancestor was. I tried to convince the man to stay, but couldn't talk. Static appeared, but I still kept trying to run after the man. I tried with all my will, but nothing would work. More static passed my vision, and things started to fade as I continued to try and struggle against the machine.

I awoke in the machine." No! Come back! Dad, come back!" I yelled desperately.

"Calm down!" the man said. His clothes looked alien to me, and I could barely recognise him. I tried to squirm, but was locked onto the machine.

"What have you done with my father?!" I yelled.

"Listen, you have to calm down! You're letting his emotions become yours! You're a different person than your ancestor!" he ordered.

"No, my father can't... can't... Oh Din, my head hurts." I moaned. I was so mixed up in what the ancestor had felt, I had lost control.

"It's okay, take some time to rest." he offered, removing the screen. I sat up and stretched my back. I sat down on the bed, and minutes later, fell into an uneasy sleep, full of nightmares.

A/N: I hope you're kinda following along now, if you haven't. Basically, if you haven't noticed, anything the present Link says or does in first person. Anyone else, including the ancestor, is third person.

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-Sam