Disclaimer: Legend of Zelda belongs to Nintendo
Author's Note:
Hmm...remember when I said chronological order? Welp. I lied. So much for being a true Zelda geek. XD
Let me spell this out for you guys: creative license. I am well aware of how many hard-core OoT fans there are, and that's cool, just please don't enlighten me on the many details of the FINAL BATTLE (spoiler warning), K?
Great.
Let's roll.
So, it was the boy.
The king glared down at the young man before him, wondering how and more importantly why.
He felt his rigid body and tried to relax. Something told him that a battle was coming (more like slaughter) and some old, buried alive instinct instructed him to loosen up.
The boy looked tense as well, but mostly angry. Those deep water-blue eyes flashed at him as if he was the bane of the world.
What had he done? Why did these people hate him so that they would murder him? What did he do!?
His voice had long since left him, so it's not like he could defend himself. He could only wait, in this prison of his body, as the onslaught came. Eventually the darkness would take him back and hurdle him to some other torture. So he could die. Again, and again, and again. He shifted nervously and glanced about his peripherals, where he knew the darkness lurked in wait.
Maybe he could win this time. He could see, and he could easily overpower a mere boy. Of course.
The king stood a little taller and let that hope settle. He would win this, and since this boy was so ill-bent on his destruction, he would return the favor. He looked about the chamber appraisingly. Tall windows, a nice roaring fire, even a large organ sitting in the corner. Strangely though, above the organ, a large, pink crystal floated in midair. A curious thing... Nevertheless, he could stay here. This place he would fight for.
That instinct returned and he obliged easily. His hand came up, palm faced out toward the boy, and quick as lighting a bright ball of sizzling light burst from his hand. The king startled a little at the sheer force and speed of the magic, and watched it hurdle at the boy like a missile. The little warrior's eyes widened, but only a little as if he'd seen the same trick before, and like a little monkey the green-clad boy leapt out of the magic's wrath. It just grazed his shoulder, and the boy grimaced at the sting making a small hiss through his teeth that the following collision of magic and stone completely drowned out. Louder than a crack of thunder and setting the air on fire, the incredible sound must have reached the ears of anyone within five miles of this place. The king raised his eyebrows and wobbled slightly as the entire building shook from the impact. The sound still rang in his ears, and he could only glance between the newly formed, smoking crater and his very destructive hands.
Well...that' was unexpected.
...He could work with it.
The king grinned for what felt like the first time in eons. He actually had the advantage... he could hardly believe it. He chuckled, pleased with the warm, happy, non-pain induced sound that came out.
Well, if that little cretin wanted to fight, so be it!
He raised both his hands outspread and directed them at the boy, attempting to mask his pain and trying to hold his sword steadily. He looked mad, but the king couldn't help but notice that a lot of the boy's ire seemed directed inward. He crinkled his nose slightly at the smell of blood and burnt flesh and paused, suddenly questioning the point of all this. He had no qualms with this boy. Could he really just obliterate this youth without a second thought?
The elder furrowed his brow. Would he pay for mercy? He knew the consequences... he couldn't live through this hell forever, and it's not like he'd attacked anyone without obligation. How could he expect — how could anyone expect him to just sit there and let this demented child skewer him over and over? No. Not again.
Still...it just...
He narrowed his eyes scrutinizingly at the boy. He saw only hatred and vengeance in those eyes, of the same hatred he saw in Hylia's, only not so... unadulterated. He mentally shivered.
So be it then...
He hardened his resolve and called forth the power. This time he actually felt the energy in his palms, crackling excitedly underneath the skin. He fired.
He watched as if in slow motion as the boy dodged the first, but had involuntarily dove right into the second. The elder thought that look of mortal fear would be the last thing he would see of the boy, but the child pulled something unexpected and remarkably stupid. He shielded himself with his long sword, obviously an instinctual response more than anything, and braced himself in the split-second of time he had. The giant, crackling mass of electricity hit the sword head on, the chords of light branching up the steel like wild snakes, but only the metal. The force of it knocked the young man's broad frame with a loud smack into the wall, but other than this his opponent appeared quite, impossibly, unharmed.
Time played normally again and the king could only gape as the first ball of magic cratered the wall about a yard's length from where the boy stood.
He could not believe it.
The metal should have made it worse' of all things. It should not have conducted it like that... It went against the very laws of physics...unless... He narrowed his eyes at the sword. It definitely had an unusual look about it, and...it looked so familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it though... The amethyst hilt wrapped in teal bandages, the winged guard, and an uncannily familiar symbol of three triangles imprinted into the bottom of the blade. He felt a little sick looking at the weapon for some reason and fought the urge to look away from it entirely. It must have magic properties, but if that were true...
The boy pushed himself off the wall roughly and gripped the still crackling sword. Those blue eyes steeled themselves and he pulled the sword back, almost like a batter might, and swung with all the force his young shoulders could muster.
The energy flew from the blade like water of a slick, and condensed back into a ball-shaped, crackling wad of chaos.
The king gasped and tried to leap out of the way, but his body lacked the agility. The magic hit him flat in the chest.
All went white in a sea of pain, and his body jerked and convulsed rapidly, his heart pounding to escape his chest. He heard more distant screams...
To his surprise, he regained consciousness.
He opened his eyes and was immediately greeted with a searing migraine, but still; he lived. The king groaned and rolled himself over onto his stomach. A few random spasms racked through his body and he was left with a nauseous, sore feeling of having been cooked inside out. He got onto his elbows and pushed up shakily to his feet, looking somewhat frantically about, half expecting the darkness to come and consume him, or the boy to leap out and skewer him with that accursed sword.
No such thing happened.
The king sighed, partly in relief, and partly in an attempt to calm his staggering heart.
That just happened.
He looked around again, just to make sure, and stumbled to his feet. He shook his head and tried to reorient himself, snorting through his snout.
He swore an oath. (inwardly, of course)
Closing his eyes the king took a deep breath — that sounded distinctly hog-like— and looked down.
He almost screamed, but managed with a startled curse.
His hands...his feet... everything looked twisted and gnarled like old bark — not to mention so 'hairy. He had become a giant, walking sack of leather. And this time he could see it.
He shook his mane and grumbled thunderously in irritation and distress.
Why a pig of all things? Some sort of joke Hylia concocted? Some message from a past life? He didn't know, and frankly did not care. He did care to stay here though, since that little pest had left. He began thinking somewhat deliriously that he could live out his life as a giant pig in this castle. People would likely leave him alone ...a monster.
— A sudden tremble from the ground interrupted his train of thought.
He looked down at the shaking ground, his ears laid back warily until a small crack of stone made one flicker alertedly. He jerked back away from the sound and stared at the newly formed fissures darting along the tiled floor in a rapidly increasing session. Soon a whole cacophony of diminishing stone rang out, and large, intricate spider web patterns branched out along the floor and ceiling.
He thought a profanity just as the entire building gave way, and the floor crumpled beneath him, sending him falling ten stories down and burying him in rubble.
He landed with a harsh grunt and startled as debris began to crash on top of him. He grimaced with each stone that landed, adding to the tons already mount on him, until finally all fell still. He tasted blood in his mouth, and warmth ran down his eyes from a stinging, deep cut on his forehead. He wouldn't even address the rest of his ailments. He just wanted to lie there, and never move again.
His ears caught the sound of voices, one which he recognized all too well. A shiver of acrimony raced down his spine and a fury swept over his vision, sweeping it with blood red. He snarled at the boy's voice that taunted his hell. He would have no more!
With a beastly, howling roar that shattered the air, the king broke free of the rubble, detritus flying out like an explosion, and leaving a cloud of white sediment as thick as smoke. The great king, now a dark, looming shadow in the smog, took low, heaving pants, and with a shaky sigh carefully shook as much debris off as possible without irritating his wounds. He trembled so terribly that he could hardly see straight; whether of anger, fear, or exhaustion, he had no idea, but he knew one thing.
His eyes locked onto the object of his torment, and with a ripping, feral howl of rage, he charged head on like a great, stampeding bull.
The boy, still squinting his eyes from all the dust, let out a short gasp at the alarmingly fast growing form, and grabbing a girl beside him, he hurtled them both out of harm's way. The young woman let out a terrified shriek as they crashed into the ground beside them.
As the dust settled on the ruins of the once magnificent structure, and the pale moon peered its way through the smog, the king, having run into the center of a small opening in the debris, snorted and huffed heaving breaths with his new, giant pair of lungs. His monstrous form, even bent over with numerous wounds and taking in rattling breaths, was a terrifying sight to behold. The beast found the boy and the girl standing near a large slab of stone that had likely once been an arched ceiling, and he bared his pointed teeth in a snarl.
The boy's own lip curled in a mixture of hate and disgust, but a trickle of fear had leaked into those sapphire eyes that had not gone unnoticed by the king.
He glared down murderously at the small boy, now nothing more than a tiny green speck with a toothpick for a sword far below. Both of the couple had to crane their necks up to meet his two, dark, crimson eyes, and he could practically feel the silent dread 'dripping off them.
He threw his head back and another roar ripped from his throat, only for the sake of releasing all the emotions and feelings churning inside, and he was surprised by vehemency behind it. The woman clasped her hands to her ears in attempt to cover up the terrible sound, grimacing, and the boy took an unconscious step back and turned away.
The king relaxed his stance and haunched his shoulders loosely like a great cat ready to prowl. The boy looked fearfully between the girl and the beast, and seeming to find something in the girl's face, he gritted his teeth and straightened. The boy unsheathed his sword, an unnatural, ringing sound following, and widened his stance.
Those blue eyes stared up into the king's fiercely, all traces of the previous fear gone.
The king pulled out two, long, curled knifes the size of castle turrets and slammed down without hesitation. The boy practically soured out of the way, but the king would not let up there. He sliced mercilessly at the ground with deadly efficiency, the massive daggers becoming nothing but blurs of steel. It became a long, dangerous dance. The boy ran up to his heels and sliced above the hooves until a dagger or a giant hoof twice the sized of a draft horse stomped down. The elder found himself frustrated with the whole ordeal in general. The boy was like a little ant, scurrying about his heels and biting whenever the chance offered itself. The king had to act quickly if he wanted to continue using his legs.
He waited for the right moment and just when the boy thought he had it in the run, the beast brought one colossal blade down right in front of the pest, stopping the boy in his tracks with a great wall of steel. He heard the startled cry that ensued, and before the boy could react, the great beast slammed the other blade into the earth, trapping his prey in a barricade of curved metal. The boy stumbled back from the force of the second collision, and tripped with a sharp cry of horror.
The king smiled triumphantly as the boy - too late - tried to scramble to his feet. The giant raised one moonlit fist high into the air, and without another thought, slammed down.
Whew, hope that made up for the last short.
Oh no! What's this? A cliffhanger?
Makes you wonder what turn I'll take huh? In the "Hyrule Historia" there were three ways this could go... Mwahahaha!
I'll have part 2 up in a while, don't worry.
And I have a question: Am I sucking right now? I honestly don't know what you guys are thinking, and if I'm not doing so good I can just keep it to myself or something rather than bother you guys... idk, I guess I'm stuck in that moment where your teacher has yet to bring back that report you thought you did so well on, and then... wammo! Look at that stellar C-! I can't wait to show that to ma!
Man, I hate that, who's with me?