I would really appreciate any form of feedback. I currently don't know if I'm writing well or poorly.

EDIT: Working on tidying up the chapters. The plot is the same if you've already read it.

Prologue - The last day of old Hyrule

Many centuries ago, the people of Hyrule waited for the hero of time to return. With the return of the evil Gerudo king, they felt that their only hope was for the man of green to save them. They poured all of their faith into his return. They waited patiently as monsters roamed and destryoed their homes. They cried out for the hero as maidens were killed and innocent children slaughtered.

But return he never did. Had the hero abandoned Hyrule? The people wept in fear, their faith in the legend of time lost. When all was bleak, their lands dark and full of war, they turned to the Goddesses.

The rains came down hard and furious. The monsters quailed as the citizens made their way to the peeks of mountains. They loaded horses and carts, carried baskets and boxes, fetched food and clothes. There was precious little time to seek the heights of the mountains. The godesses planned to flood Hyrule and destroy the Gerudo king along with it.

Ganondorf had foreseen what the Goddesses planned to do. He had one final trick up his sleeve.

While the villagers scampered about in desperation, two withered and tired souls made their way through the gates of Kakariko. Their robes were tattered and their expressions were weary. A slender woman with silver hair kept her head high. The man limped close to her, his golden locks spiked in scattered locations on his scalp.

"Will the rain ever seize?" the man asked, staring up at heaven's dark blanket. The rain continued to crash down. The grass beneath their feet was waterlogged as they slowly walked through it. The woman shook her head, not muttering a word as she pulled her long silver hair to one side, trying to take out the water within her strands.

"But it can't be true. They can't truly mean to drown Hyrule," he wept.

"We failed brother. It must be this way," she whispered to him. A bolt of lightning thundered to the ground, sending a flash of light.

"I didn't mean for this to happen," he cried, clutching onto her robe. She brushed him off, not once looking in his direction as they carried on their journey.

"We were destined to fail in this life, this is what I believe," she told him casually.

"I refuse to believe that," he spoke coolly, turning his attention to the last few villagers. Children were picked up by mothers and carried as fathers checked their homes one last time.

"They'll never learn of the truth if Hyrule is flooded," she stated, "That's how it should be." Villagers were grabbing as many possessions as they could carry on their backs, making their way towards Death Mountain.

"I understand that if the wrong people found out, then the world would be in peril," he stammered, clutching his sides, "but surely not at the cost of people's homes."

"There is nothing left of Hyrule," she shouted at him, "he took all that was worthy of this land and turned it to nothing." They entered the graveyard, both trembling from the furious storm.

"Do you have the parchments?" She asked him. He nodded, taking delicate scrolls out of his robe and presenting them to her. She smiled weakly as they walked further into the graveyard, past the many fresh graves that lay before them.

"Let's finish our final task of this life," she told him. He nodded as the two opened a grave.

"May our rebirth be the true path of serenity," he added to her speech as they made their way down the hole, closing the gap after them.

Chapter One

Many hundred years had passed. The ocean's ran for thousands of miles in all directions, upon which were scattered islands. It was rumoured that the islands were merely the peeks of ancient mountains. Some believed this. Others merely dismissed it as a legend.

No matter where the belief lay there were seas that were unforgiving at the far edges. Across the vast waves of the heartless ocean were demons and monsters so fierce, it was rare for humans to approach or indeed survive. To those few that managed to survive the ferious waves, they would set eyes upon a tall and forbidding castle.

From within its walls, a booming voice was heard. The ancient castle walls trembled with fear as anger invested its bricks. The cry was that of frustration and hatred.

A servant, in tattered robes, stopped her work scrubbing in the stables. She, as had the other slaves, heard the outcry of evil. The slaves hid amongst their work, pretending they had not heard their master's outrage. She did not. She left her bucket and scrubs, edging towards the room where no inferior was allowed in. She rested her cheek to the side of the door. She listened into the conversation.

"Master, I am sorry, but…" a voice came from within the room. The man was silenced mid sentence when a huge blow was heard.

"I told you to find me the scrolls and to give to me, and what do you come back with?" The master of the castle demanded.

"I was tricked," the other replied. The girl leant on her tiptoes, her ear pressed against the large door.

"What did you come back with?" the booming voice yelled as a crack was heard, followed shortly after a scream of pain. The servant who was listening in cringed at the sound of snapping bones.

"A… map… to… new… Hyrule…" the trembling voice of a young adult gasped.

The doors swung open. Red blood eyes stared out toward the corridor, looking left and right. His entire physique was as black as the night, baring his crimson eyes. His master slammed the doors behind his servant. He gritted his teeth in frustration as he made his way down the corridor. He kept his hand out of view, his bones broken under the force of his master's rage.

As he made his way down the corridor, slaves stepped out of his way in fear. He gave them no notice, knowing that the mere presence of the heroes' shadow was enough to keep them at bay. Dark Link had earned his power of authority amongst the demons. He commanded them on the King's behalf, staying hidden amongst the shadows as he did so.

He walked past the stables before stopping. The servant girl was almost completely hidden behind the large black steed. He gazed in and met her eyes. She appeared to be out of breath. He raised his eyebrow in suspicion. She quickly turned her head away from his gaze, pulling the brush through the stallion's tail.

"You need to be more careful," he told her sternly as he stepped into the stable. She shook her head, her attention seemingly on the horse. No slave would defy him or his advice. Any that did so would immediately quiver and beg for forgiveness. The two simply stared at each other.

The demon heard footsteps approaching. He stood where he was as the servant made its way down the corridor. The two met each other's gaze quickly before the minion edged back and made haste.

She hid behind the black stallion that she was tending. She watched the shadows carefully, her dark hair covering her eyes. Her pointed ears listened carefully as other slaves walked past the stable.

"Listening in on the King's conversation?" he asked her. She nodded, turning to face him. She took a few steps towards him, the brush back on the horse. They were incredibly close. He gulped, not fully understanding the feelings that tingled down his spine whenever they were so close.

He shook his head angrily. He was one of the most feared demons in this castle. Only his master was above him in legends. He couldn't allow these new sensations to interfere with his thoughts.

"Others would not be so casual," he snarled at her. She stopped brushing the horse for a moment, her eyes gazing at the floor. Before he was aware of it, her hand was in his tunic pocket, pulling out a rolled scroll. He felt he should have stopped her but he didn't as she unrolled the parchment. She began to read the ancient language he had glanced at but hadn't understood the words. If any other servant had even attempted to touch him he would have drove his blade deep into their hearts. He couldn't do that to this girl though, wether he wanted to or not.

Keeping the scrolls from his Master and allowing a servant to read them Dangerous. The action itself was full of betrayal. He had defied his master and handed them to a girl he had only truly known for a few months.

"Was it the right one?" he whispered as he listened out carefully for anyone nearby. She nodded and quickly hid it underneath her robes.

"Wait for me tonight, do you understand?" he asked quietly. She glanced up at him for some time. He saw her anxiety in her eyes. Was she playing dumb?

She gazed down at his broken hand. Was she pitying him? He felt sick at the thought. Being pitied for a small bruise. He felt his broken hand being touched. He cringed, both from the pain and the unwelcomed gesture of her running her fingers over his hand. Angrily, he snatched his hand back and hid it behind his back. He grabbed her by her collar, pinning her against the wall.

"If you have lied, it'll be your life that shall pay!" he growled at her, trying to regain some of his power. She nodded once, taking in what seemed to be a heavy breath yet no sound left her gazed up at him, giving a soft smile. He hated how she reacted to his threats as he dropped her to the floor. He turned on his heels and left her behind as quickly as possible.

Tonight he would do the unthinkable.