You may be upset with how short the first few updates have been. I'll reiterate that these first three parts are just prologues, and therefore, extremely short. This one itself is about 800 words only. The first chapter, which is next weeks update, will be over 5,000 words. So just bare with me one more chapter, I'm trying to pace myself so I can keep up with the updates. So next chapter, the real story begins! Look forward to it! -Smiles-
Disclaimer: Legend of Zelda: Majoras Mask, does not belong to me. I'm making no profit from this. The extras and original concepts belong to me, though.
Warnings: Implied Yaoi.
A Wandering Soul Proceeds All Darkness
Prologue- Part Three
Clop, clop, clop, hooves on solid, matted grass, pattering ever onwards towards an unknown point and location. Looming trees on both sides, from willows to cedars to cypress, and ferns. Reaching out with clawed and warped fingertips, snagging and catching at anything in its path. A sweltering hot sun high overhead, but invisible to them, the riders, due to a limitless canopy and the dismal darkness hanging all around them like a cloud.
Them being the two Heroes of Time.
Link, whose prowess and power over evil had conquered the Dark Lord and returned peace to the land of Hyrule. He who was a man of bravery and immeasurable courage, whose headstrong way of fighting always ended in victory. He was not one to be underestimated, looked down upon, or cast aside. Complete with the soul of the purest materials; light and honey and stardust. Link was a true Hero, and a great one at that. The shining side of a two-sided mirror.
Because everyone has a dark side, like it or not.
And that is where Dark Link comes in.
Dark Link, whose isolated past and raw strength aided Link in an adventure one could never undertake all by their lonesome. He was a man of cocky, windswept attitude, whose sarcastic, overconfident ways had gotten him into trouble many a time. His appearance, depicting a creature of hell and death with his ruby red eyes and midnight black tunic, made him a man that was never underestimated, simply because most feared him. And with good reason, for whoever happened to look at him in a way he found belittling soon found themselves with a very sharp, very cold blade pressed against their neck. Dark was the cruel, eclipsed side of the mirror, of the coin that made up the two warriors.
And that's just it. He was. They were.
Their exploits, the adventures they had ventured upon, all the people they had met and saved and all the scars they had received… All of that had never happened.
You see, seven years ago, in a Hyrule that did not remember them- Or did it? The two had never quite figured it out- a great war had been waged. Both sides had fought tooth and nail for more than seventeen years. Ganon, the villain, had sent wave after wave of hell spawn monsters to overthrow the Hylian forces, the Guards of the Royal Family, and the Sheikah people. The forces of good, however, could never have been enough. It was not their destiny to defeat the evil King after all. Dark and Link had fought him together, Link dealing the final blow. And when the fight had reached its completion and the beastly villain had met his supposed end, the Princess, Zelda, sent the two warriors back to relive the time they had lost. Because, in order for Link to truly fulfill his destiny, he had to leave his childhood behind and mature into a man. But, for fear of losing him in some fatal accident or mishap, the sages had put him to sleep and sealed him within the Temple of Time, a place they knew his body could lay and age in safety.
And such pains it had cost him…
Yet that was also a thing of the past, and now nothing more than a figment of his imagination. Link had gotten his seven years back, and lived them to the very fullest. But he was an adult now, and ready to begin a new saga in his life. One with Dark Link at his side.
So they'd left, just as the newest prophecy had foretold. Left the home they had crafted for themselves and ventured to this corner of the land, hoping that by breaking through they could find something new, something uncharted. There, at the border of Hyrule, they had found a forest whose air hung with the taste of mystery and secrets. With little hesitation, and even less fear, they had breached the thickets and taken their first steps into the newest chapter of their lives.
And even though they had little clue as to where it would lead them, or what is was that awaited them on the other side, they were ready for it.
Because they would be facing it together.
-Sneak Peak of Chapter One-
'What in the name of Din?'
It was wearing a mask, whatever it was. Although, Dark pondered, if the creature was wearing a mask to cover up an ugly face, it wasn't really doing much to help itself.
Staring back at him were the widest eyes he'd ever seen. The mask was painted a range of colors from the deepest purple to the lightest yellow. The pupils within were a startling emerald green. Atop its face protruded two horns, and on either side, like a set of whiskers, four more arranged in a neat line. And even though some part of him was thinking it should have been comical, he felt nothing but fear as he returned the creature's gaze.
"Alright now, just step away slowly and I won't have to hurt you." Blunt, of course, but that was his style. Undaunted, the creature twitched a bit to the side, its flimsy hat producing a paper-like sound. It was the rustling he'd heard before, Dark realized. Ever so slowly, the tiny thing reached back down, its hands searching and insistant. A heartbeat or two later, it straightened up, feet shifting. And, before Dark could act, the critter was darting away with the Ocarina of Time firmly in hand.
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