Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to The Legend of Zelda, nor do I think I own anything about it... except the work fan fiction that you are about to read. (If I did own it, Dark Link would have had a bigger role in the game) Yes, I wrote this, using my extensive knowledge of the world of 'The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time' that I gained from spending WAY too much time playing it since... well, longer than I care to admit, I did not copy it from any other fan author, this sprang forth from my own fangirl imagination, and it can indeed be found on Deviant Art, I know that, because that's where it was originally posted BY ME.
Author Notes: Yes, I know I changed the story here... but how the heck else am I supposed to write a chaptered story about Dark Link? Don't worry, everything else, I'll follow the story perfectly... just with the added fun of Dark Link hanging around and pestering Link... and some added trouble for Dark to get himself into.
Dark Link awoke to find he was laying in shallow water, and he slowly opened his eyes. To his surprise, he did not see the illusion of the room he'd been trapped in, but a ceiling, and walls in the dim light. He felt the cold metal of his sword in his hands, and he ran his thumb along the familiar grip on the hilt. Slowly he sat up, his chest still hurt from where he'd run himself through with Link's sword, although no trace of the wound was left, not even a slit in his tunic.
'Why in the world didn't I turn the sword on him, I had the perfect chance when he refused to kill me.' Dark asked himself, but he already knew the answer to that, he hated Gannondorf as much as Link did, and knew that Link was the one destined to kill the King of Evil. Also, he'd seen something in those blue eyes. He didn't know what, but it stopped him from even wanting to kill the young hero. Dark Link groaned as he stood up, he knew he had to report back to Gannondorf's castle now, to report what had happened, and he was dreading the conversation with that man. He picked up his shield, slung it over his back then left the temple by sinking into the shadows and disappearing.
Dark emerged out of the shadows on the desolate road that lead to the castle, which was more of a fortress, floating high above a gigantic pit of lava. A bridge created by dark magic appeared as he approached, and he cautiously crossed it, fearing that Gannondorf might try and dispose of him as he crossed. Nothing of the sort happened, either Morphia had killed Link and the evil King wanted someone to gloat in front of, or he wanted to personally punish Dark Link for failing, either way, it earned him safe passage across the gap. The bridge disappeared when he reached the other side, and he entered the foreboding castle. A gap in the barrier appeared and he was allowed into the tower. Instead of having to deal with all of the obnoxious monsters that would blindly attack anyone but Gannondorf himself, he sunk into the shadows, and ended up standing at the top of the tower, looking at the huge doors to Gannondorf's chamber, the deafening music of his pipe organ resounding down the stairwell. Dark took a deep breath, and swallowed hard before opening the door and facing his master.
The heavy door creaked closed behind him when he entered, and he strode confidently into the center of the room, to the place on the floor he knew was solid. It was wise not to stand in any spot where this man could spring anything like a collapsing floor on an unsuspecting individual. Dark just hoped that Link would realize this about the floor when he faced the King of Evil. For the longest time, Gannondorf did not even acknowledge Dark standing there, but continued to pound away at the enormous instrument. Finally, Gannondorf stopped, and Dark could hear the last note echoing down the tower, giving way to an uncomfortable silence.
"So, Boy, what news do you have for me?" The large man's voice was deep and powerful.
'Wait, news? Does he really not know yet?' Dark Link thought to himself, and a thought crossed his mind. It was very dangerous indeed, to let it out would most likely mean death if Gannondorf found out it was a lie.
"Well, what news do you have for me? Since you are out of that little room of yours that means you've faced that troublesome kid. So, did you kill him, or did he kill you?" Gannondorf demanded, without even turning to face him. Dark Link silenced his nerves, and spoke.
"He's defeated. I left him to die where we fought." The shadowy figure in the center of the room confidently announced, and regretted it immediately. 'Why in the world am I protecting him?' Dark thought to himself.
"You left him to die?" Gannondorf questioned, finally turning to face his indentured servant. "You imbecile! You left him to die?!" The large man stood. "So, is that why my creature guarding the Water Temple was destroyed? You didn't make sure he was dead?" Gannondorf said as he strode across the room towards Dark Link, stopping mere feet away from him, and looking down his incredibly large, ugly nose at Dark.
"Uh, I suppose?" Dark answered, loosing his confidence. In one quick movement Gannondorf wrapped one of his massive hands around Dark's neck, and picked him up, bringing him up to his own eye level. Dark used his own hands to try and release his neck from Gannondorf's grasp, but his grip was as iron as his hold on Hyrule. A look of terror filled Dark's eyes as the tyrant tightened his grip, cutting off his air and circulation, and Dark began to struggle, kicking wildly, trying to strike Gannondorf to make him let him go, but his feet couldn't find their target as he started to black out. The giant of a Gerudo tossed Dark to the side as if he was nothing, and he hit the wall hard, nearly shattering the stained glass, then he fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Coughing and gasping for air, Dark didn't dare rise at first, instead, he stayed down until he was sure Gannondorf was through.
"You're incompetent boy, but at least you came to tell me what happened, unlike the buffoon at the ranch. I'll give you one more shot, find this troublesome kid and kill him. Make sure he's good and dead this time." Gannondorf ordered the shadowy figure still laying battered and beaten on the floor as he went back to his pipe organ, and once again began to pound out notes that echoed down the tower. Dark slowly rose to his feet, coughing all the while, then left the room before sinking into the shadows.
The bridge of Dark Magic reappeared as he made his way out of the castle, and Dark ran across, fearing that Gannondorf had changed his mind about giving him another shot. Dark walked the path a little ways, kicking rocks in anger as he went, but then slipped back into the shadows to try and catch up with Link before he left Lake Hyla.
Author note: Sorry this chapter was short, I wrote it this way AGES ago, and this was really the best stopping place for what I wanted to do in the next chapter. Yeah. The chapters do get longer a little later in the story, so don't fret!