Link's eyes were wider than saucers at the sight before him. A great, roaring boar was crashing through the forest, taking out its rage on nature. Enormous trees, trees older than his grandfather, shook and swayed to the mini earthquake it caused. The hog's colossal size dwarfed the white figure clinging to its back, long hair flying chaotically from side to side. Link crept around the edges of the area, careful to avoid the monstrous beast's attention.

That thing isn't natural.

Wild boars didn't grow that big. They didn't have glowing red eyes or those dark lines of black blood engraved on their flank. This must be a product of corrupted magic.

Link's hands instinctively moved to wield his sword, only to grab empty air. Dammit…Ghira told me not to bring weapons….I bet he planned this all along. Opposite Link in the clearing was a group of young children huddled into a cluster of terrified squeaks and frozen fear.

The air had the stink of sorcery –like burnt smoke and persimmons dried in the dying light of winter– and Link decided then that he would do all he could to stop Ghira from causing more damage. He had nothing but his bare hands and a will to fight, but that would have to do. The demon seemed to be on the brink of losing control over the creature; straining fingers barely clinging to its back through the violent thrashing.

Serves him right! Scheming, deceitful demon. Link thought hatefully. One of Ghira's daggers had slid to the ground. He could see the gleaming black glass in a pile of decaying leaves. Link dove down for it instantaneously, grinning victoriously when he reached it. His knife throwing skills weren't top of the class, but it was close enough that the master was confident Link could kill a target with a single throwing knife alone.

Now…who to aim? He had one knife, and two foes. The demon….or the pig..? Both were flailing around so aggressively that they were a blur to the eyes. He swore –and a crazy idea suddenly occurred to him. Gripping the dagger between his teeth – he hoped Ghira cleaned it after gutting those animals, the thought of consuming raw blood was quite revolting –Link scaled the large tree quickly, utilizing all of his ninja skills.

The view from above was very different from the one below. For one, Link could see much farther and more detailed than before. Blood was dripping off the side of Ghira's head, darker than crimson. Link could see, now, that Ghira really wasn't trying to hold on at all. Instead, he seemed to be struggling to reach the boar's forehead, where a smoking rune was imprinted. The source of its power perhaps?

Was the demon trying to exterminate his failed creation?

The monster was almost directly under Link, and he prepared himself to jump. Mother Farore bless your son.

He leaped.

Ghira cried out at the hard impact of Link's body against his own, and soon found himself unable to breathe as the assassin locked his elbows around his throat.

"Stop. The. boar." Link's voice was icy steel. My assassin voice. The demon shook his head and scrapped his nails against Link's arm, trying to dislodge himself.

Link only tightened his grip. "Ghira." Ghira pointed feverishly at the boar's glowing forehead rune, eyes rolling back from lack of air. So I was right. Link thought grimly.

The demon's eyelids slowly lowered as his lips turned blue and his thoughts turned slow. Link was as chill about it as ever; killing people was part of his job. The pig worried him more than the demon.

They really made quite a sight: A young teenager choking the life out of a long haired albino demon on top of a raging giant pig in the middle of the woods. Link almost laughed at the thought. Down below, the terrified children were trapped as the boar demolished everything in sight. It was only a matter of time until someone was killed –if there wasn't someone dead already.

Link brandished his weapon, preparing to slit the demon's throat and end this madness. Ghira's eyes were exhausted and unfocused. As his knife came down, the boar suddenly stumbled and the two jerked sideways, blade drawing a harmless thin line of blood rather than a ragged fatal wound. As Link grunted in frustration and attempted to stab the demon to death instead, the hog crash landed on the ground and Ghira flew from his grasp.

It is as if the goddesses will not let him die, Link thought, abandoning the idea of murder and instead deciding to dispatch the beast first.

Leaving the demon on the ground, Link scaled the hog's back as it snorted and recovered from its fall. Sensing an intruder crawling on its head, the beast started swinging from side to side, nearly dislodging Link as his fingers slipped.

It's heading for the town, Link realized. With every breath, the monstrous hog edged closer and closer to the path Link and Ghira had taken. The result of such a beast laying havoc to the townspeople was…unthinkable.

With the knife again between his teeth, Link redoubled his efforts to reach the forehead, fueled by thoughts of blood and destruction. If ever there was a time he needed to succeed, it was now!

Drawing the blade from his lips, Link plunged it deep within its forehead, right between its delirious eyes. The rune glowed and pulsed, and the creature seemed to die instantly. It collapsed into a heap of flesh, and disintegrated into a million shards of black magic.

Then Link, as if guided by instinct from a past life, raised his weapon skywards and watched as the blade drew and absorbed the dark shards into its being like a magnet. He dropped the dagger to the ground with a tinge of shocked disgust.

Turning around, Link went to find the children. He sincerely hoped they were okay; his job may be murdering bad people, but inside he always fancied himself a savior of good people.

In his rush to get to the kids, he didn't notice a certain demon crawling away.

"Link!" A blonde child, looking to be no more than eight, jumped at the sight of the assassin. All the others looked at him with hope in their eyes. Was their nightmare finally over?

"Colin?" Link rushed to hold him, worry spilling over his lips. "Are you okay? What were you doing in the forest? Where's your mother? Does she know you're here?" There were tear tracks on the youngster's face, but his eyes burned bright as ever.

"Of course I'm fine. I'm strong, like you, Link. I'm a big boy now." Collin said as he moved aside for Link to see to his other friends. They needed his help more than Collin did. After attending to some minor injuries, Link helped the kids pack and get ready to send them home.

"Alright children, no more sneaking out and playing this deep in the forest, understand? It is very dangerous here, and I'm going to tell your mother." He was also going to give her his chicken soup recipe: there was no traumatizing experience that a good warm soup can't fix –except for one, but he didn't want to think about that.

The entire group set off for home, leaving behind the devastated forest clearing and the bad memories. Well, except for Link, he also left behind his demon and the weapon he used to absorb those weird magicky things. But it wasn't important, he was sure the authorities will take care of it.

"Sheik." The slim, uniformed figure was unresponsive. "Chief Officer Sheik!" A hand shook his shoulder gently. Sheik opened his eyes slowly and gave a subtle yawn. The sight of his easily agaited underling hovering over his couch (where he napped between watches) was a common view, nothing to worry about. The poor boy looked more scared than usual, though.

Sheik wondered what happened. Probably another cockroach, he thought with a snicker. The stupid kid often found embarrassingly stupid issues to present to his superior. This normally prompted a plethora of eye rolling and tolerant sighs. "What is it now, Fledge?"

"U-uh, we just got a report, sir." The timid boy stammered, curling in on himself and staring at the ground.

"And?" Sheik prompted for more information.

"There's been dark magic detected in the Ordon district-" Sheik bolted upright. "What?" He looked at the boy for confirmation of what he just heard. The boy nodded.

Sheik was off the couch in an instant, ideas and thoughts and concerns flying through his mind. Dark magic and just magic in general hasn't been witnessed for centuries. Why now? Why Why WHY does everything have to wrong on his watch every damn time? Sheik raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?! Are you a retard? DO YOU KNOW WHAT DARK MAGIC IS?" The hairpulling intensified. His employ was idiotic, the soldiers are idiotic, and Sheik could swear the only person with any sense around here was him.

" W-we just received the-"Shut up. Pack the bags! I have to oversee this myself."

Sheik grabbed his weapons in a flurry, buckling down and wrapping up himself in the traditional sheikah bandages. As he worked, he called out to the boy. "Fledge, who is it that I am arresting tonight?"

Fledge paused in his packing to recall the name.

"Um. Link Wanderlust."

A/N: OOOOOOH YEA this chapter just practically wrote itself! I'm not amazing at writing action but damn I love the suspense ;)))) And now that we have a new character: SHEIK ma darling I've been so eager to write from his POV. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW IT GIVES ME ENERGY TO WRITE :) highschool just started and reading reviews make me happy enough to attend class