I'm sorry these past few chapters have been incredibly late, that's because my internet was down quite frequently. This is one of those chapters where you just don't want to continue. I actually had writer's block, but then a stupendous idea came to me. What is it? Well, read on and find out good reader! A new chapter awaits after this long author's note. Also, a quick note, sometimes I'll be putting one or more song suggestions into these author's notes. When I do, you should open up a few tabs of and enter these songs. When you a see an italic +, it means start the song. When you see a -, that's the sign to take it off. With different songs, it'd be in bolds, italic and bold, etc. For the flashback, take my warning that it's very bloody.

Song: Invincible by Two Steps from Hell

Chapter 5: After the Fall

Maera was not prepared for what had come in the past few hours.

As a Captain, her status was only formality. She had no real command, but since she knew how to wield the sword, a Captain's weapon, she was given the status. She had rallied the troops, despite how utterly bewildered they were upon the Tyrant's coming. Apparently, the pact with the Lux people had failed miserably. The Tyrant's true name, said the Lux that took him from their grasp (Maera never trusted those winged beasts), was Xul. It made no sense at all to Maera, but still she rallied the troops and went to the walls of the castle.

The castle was made of black and blue rocks, scraping the ceiling of the cave that had become their home. How they were found again Maera did not want to know, but they were in a cluster of mountains. Mountains. Maera was astonished that this 'Xul' could track them this far. The soldiers, unarmed and steady, stood with blackish blue metal armor in lines towards the front of the castle. Maera stood behind them, at the gates. Her sword, a piece of metal so slick yet powerful and enchanted, was at her hip. It extended long, brushing the ground in a tail-like fashion. The blade's curves complimented Maera's armor, which fitted perfectly with the shape of the Captain's body. A shadow appeared next to her.

"Maera." The shadow was entirely black-skinned, with glowing frosty blue eyes. It had no mouth, and stood almost double Maera's height. Darkness radiated from it. Maera could recognize him anywhere, her (self)magically-augmented brother, Savos. He leaned one leg against the gate.

"I should've known you'd show." A smile played on her lips, hidden by the helmet all of the Insumnios people. Another reason she was jealous of her older brother. He had augmented himself beyond recognition, not needing a helmet. The only thing that any Insumnios could see of one another behind their helmets was their eyes. Maera's were shaped normally, and she could tell her irises were orange and purple. So majestic they were she got lost in herself some times.

"I'm not one to miss a battle," Savos sounded like he was going to an office, not about to fight in a war. He was far the superior spellcaster between them. He cocked his head slightly, frowning. Maera understood that his cloak of darkness that had become his skin was even worse than the helmet. One could only see his eyes. Maera's brother used to be built. But then, the discovery of magic came along. "Hear that?" He whispered.

Maera tried, and in fact heard it. It was a slight rumbling, like a slow-moving giant worm. Like the top off of a bottle, the castle's top spire popped off and out came the shrieking figure of the Allmother.

"Allmother?!" Maera yelled in bewilderment. The troops were shouting and pointing at the giant, who screeched and crawled her way onto the front lines. Very few soldiers were crushed, as most had the brains to move and let the Allmother land.

"I didn't know the top of the castle opened." Savos shouted, flicking his wrist. The pieces of the top began rearranging themselves and putting themselves back onto the top.

"I bring bad news, fellow Insumnios," The Allmother was being grim, not unlike usual. "Not only is the Winged Tyrant coming, but he has an army, an army that will rip their prey to shreds. This is why today, I fight alongside you," The Allmother was not only scaring them, but raising their spirits. Maera's jaw dropped. "I fight alongside you so that you may know that there is a war coming. A war that will affect every living creature on this planet. This place, today, is the birth of the World-Eating War. We will need to fight tooth and nail to be able to survive," The Allmother was doing something that was incredibly unlike her. What was she even talking about? World-Eating War? "Even though most of us will not. Those of us who do survive should head to the Archipelago, where the Queen will be waiting. We need to stop them here. Now, who will join me in battle?" At the last comment, she raised her arms in a shrug. It took a second, but the Insumnios' chorus of voices rose in a battle cry.

Which was drowned out by a guttural roar that shook the cavern. The cry stopped short as tall beings with whips for arms entered, roaring and indenting the stones without making any noise. Maera regretted that the Elswood Trees had been noticeably torn down. At the front of them stood a shadow, tendrils lashing out at the very world. Maera's heart dropped and Savos growled.

"Leave this place, O Antithesis," The Allmother growled. "Why come for those who have done no wrongs?" The Antithesis held up a finger.

"That's where you're wrong, Allmother," The thing known as Xul retorted. "You captured me. Took me alive. Tortured me. Had me beaten within an inch of my life," The voice was incredibly cold. "And now I'm here to return the favor, with passion." Xul raised a hand, forming a black spear.

"Charge!" The Allmother cried, Xul raising his wings. White swords and spears spawned out of them, like eggs that hatched immediately. Maera unsheathed her sword, the metallic ring staying in her helmet for a short while, just long enough that she didn't hear Savos begin levitating or pick up blades mentally. They were incredibly sharp, all conjured from seemingly nowhere. Savos pointed at Xul, and the blades of darkness flew, followed by more in a machine-like process.

The two armies met in the rock hall, which was nowhere near big enough to house them in.

Screaming men were dragged to their deaths and big whippy creatures were punched to death as the two forces collided. Savos and Xul dueled with conjured blades midair, The Allmother ravaging the whippy creatures. Maera stuck her blade in the forehead of one, only to turn around and stick it in another. To her, it felt like a game of tag. This body was it. Now this one. The count just piled up, however slowly. A boom rocked the cavern, shaking her vision of an Insumnios beating a whippy creature that had brutally torn apart a brother to death.

Xul was dragging Savos' body along the cavern wall. The body split apart, and the positions of the two reversed. This struggle went on for a small while before Savos blasted the Antithesis off of him, sending him crashing into the other side of the cavern. Savos' hands flickered blue, spells coming to literal light. Savos raised a palm to Xul, and a beam of blue light shot over the battlefield. It bounced off of Xul's shield and hit a whippy creature in the back of the head, focused light killing it instantly.

"You're good," Xul complimented before drawing a blade that Maera had not seen. "But I'm better!" Xul charged, allowing Savos to disappear in smoke and come up behind him. Xul whirled backwards and was shot with another beam of focused light, forcing him to fly upwards. The Allmother had taken on nearly sixty of the forces that made Xul's army.

"You sure about that?" Savos asked, rolling in mid-air. Maera recognized this as 'Sky-Swimming' as Savos called it. She watched the epic battle while around her, so many creatures were dying. Savos hammered on Xul's shield like a madman, glowing white with each consecutive hit. Xul plunged his blade through Savos' chest, causing the mage to drop to the ground.

"Yes." Xul growled, and followed Savos. The Insumnios smiled before separating in darkness, recollecting himself behind Xul and launching a kick at his exposed back, following with a beam of light. Xul went flying into the castle. Savos turned to Maera, and raised a hand. The Captain ducked, the beam of light soaring behind her and hitting one of the whippy creatures square in the chest. The light burnt it immediately.

"Go! Get out of here!" Savos roared, waving Maera away. Maera realized what her brother was going to do. "Go find Thnron. I'll catch up to you. Maera, go!" Savos raised a hand, and the ground beneath her was lifted. Maera watched with wide, crying eyes as her brother levitated the piece of rock and sent her out of the cave, soaring over the downed trees and the clearing of destruction that Xul had made.

Chrnshrn.

Maera watched with an emotion she never thought she would feel as the cavern collapsed for her brother.

Proud. He had always done the wrong things, trying the easy way out of anything he could find. He even changed his species practically to get his helmet off. She loved her brother, as headstrong as he was potent, but she was never proud of what he had become. He was a sigil of embarrassment for the family name, but now, looking at the destruction and realizing that he had in all likeliness sacrificed himself and the castle to take out one of the most dangerous beings to exist she felt like what Savos had become was worth something, not just an offspring that he and power had conceived. Maera would remember this day.

The Chronographer was not pleased with what the Insumnios known as Savos had done. Not pleased in the slightest. Now, thanks to that creature that had decidedly taken a castle down for no absolute reason, the futures that Xul would leave the Chronographer alone.

Though, as the Hylians said (or would say, the Chronographer got expressions confused quite frequently), there was no rest for the wicked. No rest for the interloper wedged in time.

The Chronographer checked his paths, and decided the best course of action was to eradicate the remaining Insumnios. He would do just that.

"I will direct this personally." The Chronographer growled, and, on his throne of clocks, switched his viewpoint from the Insumnios to a creature under the sea. If he had a mouth, one would see that the Chronographer smiled.

"We have to… scale that?" Ros asked, craning his head to look up the mountain. Clouds drifted lazily around the middle, uncaring of the great spire that commanded they part for the other half. Midna made a tsk sound.

"No," She started. "There's a pass somewhere in the mountain. We have to find it."

"Somewhere being the key word there." Ros muttered. That duo had scaled and fought so many things, how could he compare to two legends? He posed this question to himself with content as Midna and Link decided on a path.

"How about we just go under it?" Link asked Midna with a raised eyebrow. The Twili's mouth dropped in thought, before her eyes sparked.

"Link… Did you smarten up while I was gone?" Midna smiled playfully. Link shrugged with a smile.

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"You could take it as such, furball." Midna elbowed him. Link laughed.

"What about through it?" Ros asked, taking a hand off of his chin. The two of them looked at the Knight.

"How exactly do you propose this?" Link asked slowly, one eyebrow up. It was Ros' turn to smile.

"Midna," Ros began, scanning the mountain. "You can create bombs of a sort to carve out a tunnel. I can show you where the mountain is hollow," Looking down and seeing their confused faces, he added "I took a geomancy for dummies class long ago. It was for people with no magical talent whatsoever, learning some of the non-magical things that mages can do. I only stayed long enough to determine hollow and filled things in nature, however." Midna bit her lip.

"It could work, in theory," Midna turned to the mountain. "Or we could go over it." Ros sighed. Back to square one, once again.

"Fine, let's head up. It's not like we'll be killed while up there." Midna turned swiftly to Ros, eyes wide. I hope, he added to himself.

The threesome began the climb, gripping the gray-blue rocks with intent. As they climbed higher, Ros noticed that it was getting slightly harder to breath. They climbed with an eagerness that was rare to be found. The mountain had separated into two at one point, creating a diamond shaped indent. Within it was blackness.

"What the hell is this?" Link was the first to see it. "A cave?"

"Not natural, by the looks of it." Ros murmured. What could create such an oddly shaped den?

"Want to go in?" Midna asked. Ros' eyes shot wide and Link sighed.

"Still an imp, aren't you, Midna?" Link peered into the darkness, nodding. "We would need a light before we could possibly think about going in there. Way too dark." Taking the hint, Midna flicked her wrist and conjured a ball of light. It hung in the air, radiating against the stone cold of the mountain, which gave Ros a burning chill whenever he touched it.

"Shall we?" Link looked to Ros and Midna. Midna nodded, but Ros shook his head. At this, Link frowned.

"What's the matter, Ros? Scared of the dark?" Midna teased. Ros blushed at this, but Ros held his ground.

"And what if the thing that made this cave comes home for lunch and is lucky enough to find three trapped little people?" Ros asked. "A rule that I was taught the hard way: Have a watch." Ros growled the last words, glancing at his shoulder. How he got that scare was something he was not likely to forget, even in old age.

"Stay inside!" Ros' sibling yelled, drawing a blade. The blade's metallic ring was drowned out by the sounds of people screaming and their lifesblood being squished out onto the streets, as if they were mere toys. Ros drew the other sword hanging on the family walls, his brother turning to him with bewilderment. Ros' sibling's family had been invited over for a fine feast, but now Mother and Ros' brother's wife and the children lay cowering in a corner. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Alone you'll die, Ian," Ros growled. "I'm coming with you whether you like it or not, no hero shit allowed." Ian and Ros locked eyes for a crucial moment, older brother and world traveler locking eyes with the younger brother and stay-at-home guard in training.

"Don't get yourself killed." Ian growled, swinging open the door. Clouds of darkness coalesced in the street, flashes of red exploding like bombs. Ian and Ros charged randomly into the darkness, slicing whatever they could find that held a pinkish-red light in the center of a humanlike chest. Both of them bloodied their blades, slicing into darkness, not getting trampled for some reason. After twenty slices, Ros heard a sickening Bigurk! His head whirled around, and saw the crippled body of Ian. His limbs were bent in different directions, three fingers ripped off. A pool of blood formed from the claws of the beasts, which tore into his stomach. Ros dragged his brother off to the side, into an alley. The red covered his hands.

"Ian," Ros' voice cracked. He felt something wet coming down his face and realized that it was tears. The demented body looked at Ros slowly.

"Look who got themselves killed instead?" Ian asked with a small smile. Ros nuzzled his face into his brother's back, begging for him not to die. "It's ok, Ros. I… I think I see a Golden Goddess. I think it's Din… Or Farore," He whispered. "She says I can wait for you, in the…" Ian's chest went flat. Ros sobbed for a moment, ignoring the darkness that in turn ignored him.

He was rudely interrupted by a collective scream.

Ros turned the corner and saw the ends of one the dark beast enter his house.

"No." Ros whispered. He ran to the door, opening it, and his heart hardened at the sight. A dark creature was slurping up the children, Mother and Ian's wife already dead. Ros charged without thought, slicing into the creature's back. It swiveled on him, slicing his shoulder open. Hot liquid gushed down his arm, but he ignored the pain, and surged through it. He sliced at the monster's chest, staggering it slightly. He followed up with a point blank execution through the neck, blade causing it to gurgle and gasp for precious oxygen. But Ros was not finished, and smiled at the sign that it wasn't dead. He'd have his fun before he let up a relentless assault, and he wanted the thing to feel it in every waking moment.

He grabbed one arm, and placed a foot on it. With his sword arm, Ros sliced into the beast, which would've caused it to howl, but the blood began to clot in the thing's throat, slowly choking it. Hot black blood spilled like a dam and mingled with his own as one arm came off, which he flung to the side. Keeping it alive, he turned it on the side where all limbs were intact and pushed a blade into the reproductive organs betwixt the beast's legs. Ros grabbed the beast by the hair and groped the shield which hid the thing's face with mal intent. He was able to rip it off, and gripped tentacle like hair with one hand, flipping it over. The blood from the arm began to pour again. Ros flipped it so that a horrified, choking, wild face with burning red eyes stared up at him, snarling. Ros reached his hand into the thing's mouth, forcing it open.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" Ros chanted, stabbing it all over the face, leaving the brain for last. Blood began to spill from the face, and the shadow beast's expression changed from that of 'see you later, bitch' to a 'WHY?' As it neared death, Ros looked in the beast's eyes, glaring at the soft pools of red. Ros watched with a snarl as the shadow beast, choking and bleeding death, squirmed in front of his eyes. Ros' hand found a way to the flesh that made up a neck, and ripped. Ros lost himself in the joyous feel of the creature's blood that day.

He ignored it all as he walked towards his mother's corpse, now sobbing.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, and did the only logical thing. He fainted, blood from a gushing wound mixing with that of children and adults and the monster that had killed all but one of them. One that swore he would achieve vengeance in any means possible. Ros would be later found by the guards, and when seeing the sight, lifted him off to the castle immediately. It took weeks, but Ros eventually recovered from blood loss. He had also suffered from a broken, torn heart that he swore he would never fix, not until the sky was falling and his reckoning was upon him. But that would never happen. Ros had a plan.

"Are you alright, Ros?" Link asked. Ros snapped out of his trance by shaking his head a few times and refocused on the problem at hand.

"I'm completely alright, now can we get this over with?" Ros asked, leading the way and drawing his sword. Link and Midna exchanged a glance before following the Knight in.

The cave ceiling was high above them, like a building. Behind them was the open sky and view of glorious Hyrule. To either side was a hole that could be recognized as a hallway. Both sides descended into darkness.

"Hate to see the guy that made this thing." Link murmured, looking into the blackness.

"I'll be outside if you need me," Ros announced, and left the cave. He took a deep breath in, and turned his head around like the watch he was supposed to be. His head rested on a being that came charging at him from the right. "Oh, wow," Ros yelled, causing the others to turn to him. "We've got some ugly company!"

The creature had a long, windy body that somehow supported eight legs. The monster's chest was consistently being warped in and out of view because of the hammering legs, slamming into the ground like weapon strikes. Each arm ended in a stump, where sharp metallic fingers emerged. It's mouth was the shape of a turned canoe, a beak that let loose angry squaks in a pattern. It had a bulbous head, two inset eyes of gold glaring at Ros, crown of bones and feathers dipping into the thing's vision consistently, almost as if it moved with every breath and step. The creature was a slick shade of grey, moving like a shadow on the mountain.

"Sycori!" Ros bellowed. The Sycori screeched in response, mocking his cry. Midna and Link ran out, and when seeing the beast, froze. It was obvious they had never seen one before, but Link drew his sword nonetheless.

"How do we kill that thing?" Midna asked, outstretched hands flickering with electricity.

"Hit it, that's how!" Ros growled, and waited for the shrieking beast to approach. When it came bounding over the gap, Ros could see that thing was nearly twenty feet tall. It landed with a jump, snapping at Link until the Sycori's beak came a few inches from his face. Link froze.

The Sycori stood on all legs, a tower with a face. It gazed down at Ros, who was looking up to it, and let out an ear-piercing shriek. Ros lunged at the Sycori, which was simply defending a well-carved home, and the battle began.

The Sycori fell onto Ros' sword, disarming the Knight. The beast followed up with a punch to the gut, metal claws retracting and winding Ros terribly. The Knight felt like he couldn't breathe, and turned to see Link soar past him, shoving his blade into the palm that had decided to attack. Midna launched a bolt of black magic into the air, hitting the Sycori in the beak. It looked stunned for a moment, which allowed Ros to catch his breath and dive for his sword. The Sycori turned around and launched itself at Ros, who rolled out of the way. The Sycori slammed into the side of the mountain, turning with anger at Ros. The beast charged Ros, who danced to the side and opened one of eight legs. Midna saw this and another bolt of dark lightning flew from her hands, permeating the cut and causing the Sycori to fall. It quickly tried to get up again, but was halted by Link, who leaped onto it's back. The Sycori snapped at the Hero, who ducked around the sharp beak and drove his blade into the back of the Sycori's head. The beast howled in pain, flipping. Link barely got off in time as the Sycori writhed on its back, and Ros took this as his turn to get a hit in. Ros opened the cut he made further, severing the thing's limb and being drowned in the blood. One leg lashed out at Ros and cut below his knee, causing him to stagger back and fall off the mountain. Midna acted fast, grabbing him with her hair-hand and sending force through it, forcing him back up. When he reentered Midna's view, he had his sword raised. Midna made an upside down U with her hair-hand, allowing Ros to stick the blade in the center of the Sycori's chest.

However, the thing would not die.

The Sycori took the seven remaining legs it had and grabbed at Ros. Defenseless, Ros's hands were torn off his blade and he was beaten into the side of the mountain, face first. Link rushed the beast, sticking his blade in one eye. Midna sent a disc of darkness through the Sycori's legs, severing them. Ros fell three feet to the floor, a crack very easily audible. Midna yelled at Link to move, which in turn caused the Hero to run to Ros. Midna created a long blade of darkness, glowing pinkish-purple yet the innards being completely black. She sliced the creature down the middle, halving it, before sweeping her hand and causing the pieces to fall down the side of the cliff. Link and Midna panted.

"Yeah, fine I am thanks." Ros mumbled loudly. Midna went over to Ros, and flicked open one of his eyelids.

"Concussion, I think. We had a lot, believe me when I say a lot, of these after Zant's takeover." Midna whispered. She forcefully closed Ros' eyes, and closed hers at the same time. A white surge went through her fingers into Ros, causing him to heave with magic. He opened his eyes, white light illuminating the rocks they were standing on to a point where it hurt to look at them.

"What the hell did you do to my brain?" Ros asked, glaring at the Twili. She smiled sarcastically.

"You're welcome." She joyfully said loudly before going into the cave. Ros tried to get up, but the cut denied him that much and he toppled onto the ground again.

"Get-"

"I'll get her." Link sighed, running into the cave.

Deep under the sea that took the place between the Western Continent of Yusthar and the Eastern Continent of Garaniv there was a trench. That trench spanned hundreds of feet wide and deep, scraping the planet's core as far as it was possible to go. At the bottom of that trench lay a mechanical contraption.

"Wake, Abyssal." The Chronographer commanded. In the depths of darkness and water, burning green eyes in the shape of a V without the bottom segment permeated the darkness. The metal contraption got to its feet, odd feeling in this water. The Abyssal simply activated a pressure pulse, scattering the matter of water away. It created a bubble around the Abyssal. A frightened fish-person urinated in the water, and the Abyssal warped over to it. A waste brick hit the ground.

"Where are we?" The Abyssal asked, metal gadgets obviously scaring the actual excretion out of this fish. The Abyssal checked it's records and determined that this was a Deep Zora, a fish person that lived within the trench. "Where are we?" The Abyssal repeated.

"R-R-R-"The Deep Zora stammered. The Abyssal grew impatient, and grabbed the Zora's head with an arm. The Zora screamed, but was quickly silenced as the Abyssal changed the shape of it's right arm to that of a blade and stuck it in the base of the Zora's neck, which went limp and floated upwards. The Abyssal watched, bored.

"Ricaes Trench," The Chronographer whispered. "Go up." The Abyssal nodded, knowing it's master could see it, and changed its limbs to that of flippers and padded upwards. When the Abyssal passed the body, it saw an animal that could be described as incredibly shark like, feeding on the arm. The Abyssal morphed it's arms to that of pulsars and blasted the animal, whose ears popped with sound. The thing swam away, and allowed the Abyssal to salvage the body. With the flippers of the Deep Zora, the Abyssal successfully augmented his own swimming contraption, trading in the flippers for a pressure pack of sorts.

"This works, Master." The Abyssal said to the Chronographer, who seemed amused.

"It'll make you go faster. Now go. We've got a pest to rid of." The Chronographer uttered the word pest as if it was a curse. Taking the hint, the Abyssal surged upwards, leaving confused bubbles in it's wake.

The rotting thing walked with no purpose towards the Orden graveyard. He wore a full set of plate. If anybody had asked about his greenish-red armor, he would've killed them on the spot, contributing more to the green of the bile and to the red of the blood. The plate was originally once a shade of grey, but was now countlessly stained with the number of people the rotting thing had slain. On the thing's back hung a long staff, dark and twisted wood complimented by a green orb glowing with mal intent. On the rotting thing's hip hung a long sword, sheath the color of bloody gold. On the monster's head was a crown-helm, jagged and infuriating those who gazed at the mad shapes that made it up. The figure also had a small green and black cape that graced the ground.

When he reached the graveyard, he stopped. There were thirty graves arranged in six neat rows of five. He smelled two of them that had been recently buried, and snorted. The rotting creature raised his right hand above where a heart would be, and his hand began to glow with an eerie green light, as if he were clutching a fairy. The figure slung the ball, which soared over the graves. When it passed a row of graves, lightning the color of the orb shot out and struck the grave, kicking up dirt. When the ball reached the end of the graves, it dissipated. Grayish hands reached out of the tombs, the reanimated dead picking themselves up.

"Welcome, welcome," The rotting thing announced, arms spread open. "I am your Lichfiend, Qsthain. You may call me Q," As the last body rose up, Qsthain put his arms down. "Now, I'm unsure of what you know about fighting…" Qsthain said, walking to each zombie. "No matter. I will assist you in correcting that mistake. Come, we've a village to practice on." Qsthain beckoned to the small village of Orden at the bottom of the hill. A recently dead plump zombie and a girl that clung to him were the first there.

"The time has come, once again." Qsthain whispered, making a fist. How sweet it would be to… no, now was not the time for pleasure. Now was the time for work. He'd soon get his reward.

Maera's piece of rock landed in the middle of a field. It was endlessly green, full of flowers and life which burnt her eyes which were accustomed to darkness. She was on her knees, trying to comprehend where she was, for she had never left the cave. Her dark armor stuck out like a sore thumb against the beauty of life.

She got up, taking a deep breath in and examining the field. A long ways away there were a few hills, and she saw the spires of a structure of some kind. She began towards there, taking in the light and hating it. Why that Xul had to come, she had no clue. But she would find out, and on that day, vowed vengeance, vengeance that would cause the Winged Tyrant a painful death.

Little did she know what was watching her every breath, tracking its lunch.

In the Depths, where all creatures impure of heart traveled after death, something stirred. It sent out a pulse of energy that disintegrated everything in the vicinity, battering the very chains of the Depths.

Something was coming. It was trying to break through.

And it was angry. Furious. Ready to shatter the Depths, if such an action was required. It would be free, and it would become. Become. That word reverberated in the being's head. Become. What would it become? It decided on a shape, and sent out another pulse of energy. The being's prison in the Depths broke, black stone shattering into a trillion pieces, and one could see a dark creature chained. It roared.

Something was coming. It was trying to break through.

The creature ripped off the shackles that kept it, mind telekinetically tearing them apart. The creature didn't bother exerting itself, but roared again. This was pestering. Why should it, the strongest, most volatile creature in the Depths, be chained like an animal? It was time to break free. The wardens responded with weaponry, rushing the creature.

Become. The creature thought, sending another pulse. The life disintegrated, leaving only empty shells. The creature decided to stand up, and raised an arm. Even in the Overworld, one could hear the shattering of the Depths' foundation.

Something was coming. It was succeeding in breaking through.

The Chronographer felt this pulse, and froze. Sensing the tension, the Abyssal began to question its master's health. After assuring the Abyssal (though it didn't seem convinced) that he was perfectly alright, the Chronographer jumped back on his train of thought.

No… it couldn't be that, could it? No! The Chronographer had killed that thing himself. However… It couldn't hurt to check.

"Change of plans, Abyssal," The Chronographer said. The Abyssal nodded while still swimming, meaning that the machine's internal records were open for editing. "The pest will simply have to wait for later. We're going to explore a gate to the Depths," After the Chronographer finished, the Abyssal pointed down with a cock of its head. The Chronographer shook his. "Wrong depths. I'm programming the location to your map." The Abyssal nodded, and continued upwards.

It couldn't hurt to check… could it? Would the Abyssal be strong enough to take that beast down? The Chronographer hoped that it didn't come to that. He did not want his machine obliterated. This was the only one in existence.

After Midna had healed the cut which had severed Ros' hamstring, ("Wimp." She had called him afterwards, before gesturing to her scar.) The trio had begun to travel down the mountain. It was a steady drop, which they crossed in a few uneventful hours. When they reached the base of the mountain, however, they saw it.

Synfester. Three boats were docked, one was coming in and one was leaving. The buildings were made of an odd wood, gray and yellow in parts. They were so close to it, and all it required was a tiny walk.

They reached it by nightfall, and, after the fall of Hyrule, their adventure began as something watched from a boat.

Cliffhanger! To clarify the above, Synfester is the start of the adventure, they're not leaving quite yet. I didn't want to detail Synfester quite yet, leaving a slight aura of mystery about it. So, to anyone wondering, Synfester will be detailed in the next chapter. What do you think? Reviews are appreciated, for I tried a different structure this time.

Wish them luck. They'll need it.