This was written three years ago when I was 12. :P I did no editing. So its dry and quick.
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He was ready to fall over from exhaustion. Not being able to feel his legs or able to breathe right anymore, he continued despite these setbacks. He could feel his body slowing with every step. He felt like he was going to puke he ran so hard, yet he ignored every problem that presented itself and focused on the trees, roots, and ditches in the ground that could cause him to fall hard.
His feet wove through the brush with exceptional precision, transferring the right amount of weight to each foot enabling him to almost fly over the rugged forest floor. His tunic stuck to his sweaty and weary figure as he continued down the now slanting forest floor, now trying not to slip on the muddy surface as well as not trip.
He neared a clearing where he could hear the roar of a river, overflowed with the past rains and storms. He knew he couldn't go any further, and he would have to stop and fight them, though every fiber in his being screamed not to. If he wanted to live, and see the light of day again, he would have to fight.
Upon entering the clearing, he pulled his sword out and almost dropped unconscious from the excruciating run. He heaved in and out, trying to refresh his lungs with air, but every breath hurt, and he just couldn't breathe right. He tried to look at the tree line in front of him, but his vision was blurry and he almost blacked out.
Just then he caught sight of his lurking predator.
"Finally decided to stop and let us take you?" The shadow mused, eyes and smile gleaming at the condition of the boy.
"Or perhaps he thinks he can fight us!" Another squealed as she came next to her companion.
"Listen, if you just come with us, everything will be fine. No more running, no more pain. Just sleep. And rest. No worries, no battles, no blood, no death." The shadow persuaded as about 7 others came into view with red eyes gleaming. The boy held his ground, deepened his stance, and raised his sword, showing the shadow lurkers that they weren't going to get him without a fight.
"Oh, but please Hero. You have pointlessly killed hundreds of us in your pathetic pursuit. Just come to us, and everything will be fine! No more killing us!" He tried one last time. The boy held his ground; still heaving and noxious, but glared so hard the shadow staggered in fear under the boy's eyes.
"Fine then," he whispered, "Attack. But we need him alive." The shadows showed themselves in the full light of the moon, all springing towards the boy at once except for the one that spoke. All the shadow heard was a loud yell from the human emanating into the clearing and woods, and the sound of slashing metal as swords clashed with utmost power and agility. He could also hear the yell of two shadows that were unlucky enough to be killed by the foolish being.
But the smile crept back into his face as he saw the boy make one false step that cost him the battle. He had now but six shadows surrounding him, he came at them with a spin attack, but his left foot went out too far at the end of the turn, and the shadow behind him took his chance. With fury, the shadow took the boy's leg out from under him and the he slipped to the side, falling onto his back, and knocking the air out of him. On his way down his defenses went completely lax and he managed to get cut across his abdomen.
The shadows immediately pinned him down, and he laid his head on the ground, and used his legs to kick his captors. He managed to kick one in the head sending him screaming and completely pissed off. The shadows pinned him down to the point where he could hardly move, and he turned his head to his left arm, where his hand had dropped his sword. His eyes fell slightly as he saw his weapon was out of reach. He tried to break free again and re-obtain his sword. But the shadows brought him to his knees and shoved his head down, scrunching his shoulder blades together and tying his wrists behind his back.
"Now. Was all that really necessary?" The main shadow asked as he walked over to the boy who still was breathing harder than hell. He lifted up the human's chin lowering his head level with the boy. The youth glared daggers at the red-eyed shadow, clenching his teeth.
"Tell me Hero, what made you think you could escape us? Hmm?!" The boy didn't respond and received a strong blow to the left side of his face, sending his head facing his right shoulder, blood coming out from where the nails scraped his cheek under the eye. Slowly, the hero returned his head to the front again, disregarding what just happened.
"Come. Let's present him to the master." The main shadow growled with a motion of his hand. Without mercy, the shadows practically dislocated the boys arms with a hard pull, making him yelp slightly. They then pushed his head down hard again, his hair flying like crazy.
The boy woke from being knocked unconsciousness, he found himself in a stone room, underground as it seemed, with no windows and the only light derived from a blistering fire behind an altar that had a very odd and ancient silver writing carved into its sides. The walls were a cold gray, and the floor and ceiling the same. Except for the door. The door was ornate and flowered with intricate designs carved into its cherry colored wood, and a large golden triforce and loftwing sat in the middle.
The shadows danced across the boy's face, showering his features with a deathly look. His blonde hair hung in his unbelievably bright cerulean eyes, which glared from the top of his eyes. His high cheekbones were adorned with the little light there was, and his teeth and jaw were clenched and tight. His soft yet masculine lips were set in a straight line, and his all-over disposition was not a good one. You could tell by the fiery spirit in his eyes he had an attitude, and he was a bit of a spitfire. He was definitely one you don't want to anger and get in his way, let alone fight.
A dark cloaked figure stood in front of the fire, gazing into its hellish flames, a slight malevolent smile spread across his face, eyes dancing in tune with the powerful fire, glistening in its light. His face was all-over amused, and Lord knows what was going on in his mind, I quite frankly wouldn't want to know!
"Master. We have brought you the boy!" The black shadow that hit the Hero spoke up, bowing deeply with an overly happy smile slapped upon his face.
"Ahhh, Aaron. You're loyalty is… unsuppressed. Not too many were killed I presume?" The cloaked figure hissed, amusement and calmness flowing out like water.
"Only two Master. Durmark and Alana. That makes 113. Master." Aaron spit out happily, proud that the whole troop wasn't killed unlike the other 37 unsuccessful attempts to capture the boy. The black character turned around, examining the boy who glared directly at him, almost making him jump. But he kept his calm composure and strode over to the boy, hands clasped behind his back.
"So. You little devil." he spat out, "Thought you could get away did you now? After that… fruitless, attempt to escape and just, kill off my attendants, we finally meet. And, you shall also meet your fate, and shame, as you will be locked down here for eternity this time, your spirit tortured in the blackness of the Dark Realm, the parallel of the Sacred Realm. The place where the hero is locked, but unable to be resurrected, unlike the Dark Lord. No one will be able to save you, and the reincarnation of the hero shall seize to exist, and poor Wisdom shall have no one to save her pathetic soul."
The boy tensed, knowing what was coming at him next, prepared to fight his way out. The cloaked man smiled, seeing the boy in front of him in such a weak form made him filled with glee and superiority. He was still somewhat disturbed by the boy's powerful eyes, but never the less kept his calm and amused look unfaltering.
"Kib, Elvar." The dark man said to two shadows standing to the side. They quickly moved about to the far end of the room, the boy unable to see what they were doing due to his back being to them.
"Laenaya. How nice of you to show." The man said with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Don't test me. I only merely wish to see that this act is carried out." A strong yet annoyed female voice ripped out through the room behind the boy.
"Laenaya, Laenaya. I know you wanted to see his face one last time. For eternity now he shall sleep." The figure spilled with glee, acting as if she felt sentimental to the boy. The sound of footsteps echoed though the room as Laenaya walked towards the remaining shadows, the figure, and the boy. She came in front of the boy, and knelt in front of him, her deep purple and black cloak flowing about her. She pulled her hood back, revealing deep purple eyes thinly lined with silver on its ridges, and ink black hair falling down to the small of her back. Her red lips smiled slightly as she looked at the boy, her pale skin perfectly even-toned, adding to her features.
She leaned towards the boy's pointed her, and whispered nothing the others could hear or make out, for she barely moved her lips. The only reaction was of the boy. His eyes opened wide, his jaw relaxed and he looked scared and surprised at the same time, confusion rippling through his veins. He looked at the beautiful woman in front of him his eyes hinting he understood. She smiled and cupped his face in her hand.
"Have fun in hell." Putting on an air of hate and disgust, pushing his head away as she got up and walked away, leaving the room and the boy behind, with confused shadows and a somewhat outraged master.
"WHAT in the name of Farore was that about?!" The figure squealed in fury after Laenaya vanished. The boy just resumed his previous expressions, but a hint of defiance and amusement displayed in their beautiful hues of blue.
"Aaron. Begin." The master said with a monotone voice. Aaron smiled and the other shadows holding the boy stood him up, and brought him over to the altar. The boy knew his only chance was to fight, so he did.
About five feet away he dug his heels into a cleft in the stone, and no matter what the shadows tried, tried, they couldn't make the boy move.
"Stubborn brat." Aaron uttered under his breath, pulling out his sword and walking toward the boy. But he had other intentions, and when he came within range, the boy kicked both legs off the ground at the same time knocking the sword out of Aaron's hand so hard the sword went sailing out of reach, breaking the shadow's index and middle finger. He swore under his breath as the Kib and Elvar came running with swords as the remaining three charged as well.
The boy broke out of the grip of the two shadows, spinning and ducking under a rash swing from Elvar. Kib came with a downward slash, attempting to cut the boy down the back of the left arm. The boy sensed this and quickly moved to the side, and instead of his arm being damaged, his bonds were broken and his hands were free. His eyes were hard and focused, a sight so terrifying it would make even the bravest of men crumple in the boy's presence.
A rush of swords came at the boy, but being agile and quick, he escaped each swing with a simple butterfly kick to the side, smacking a female shadow in the face, rendering her unconscious. But to his mistake, the altar was now directly to his right, and he was surrounded. He jumped backwards, back arched and arms above his head, hands landing on the altar, and pushed off, landing on his feet. The moment his hands made contact, he instantly felt sleep suppress him and exhaustion rip through him. He managed to stay awake, but was met by a heavy blow to the side of his head. He fell to the side, but shook off the pain and got back up. He dodged three stabs coming from the front, back and left, each at different angles by rolling sideways to the right. He punched Elvar in the face, breaking his nose, the shadow's black blood trickling down his face.
Once again the boy took a blow to the head, but not from a sword. A blast of magic had hit him coming from the cloaked figure, sending him hard into the floor unconscious. Kib picked him up, the boy's head hanging on his chest and his body limp. They dragged him towards the altar, blood flowing down his face and staining his blonde hair.
NOTE:
I was originally gonna make this a multi-chapter, but I didn't think it was good enough. I have other ideas based off this idea that is MUCH better. I will post one-shots with a description that explains everything. Comment which one is your fav. –Review please! I can't write when I get no feedback!
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