The Legend of Zelda: The Missing Link

Chapter 11: Tragedy Strikes and Villains Fall (Or Ganon Battle Part 1)

Warning- I will be "momentarily" MOMENTARILY killing off a main character. Also, I'm beginning to write romance….and….I think I like it….? Starts towards the beginning of the Ganon fight. Tell me if I overdid it or if it needs improving….Read on!

Also-any Gallic words- I WILL TRANSLATE THEM IN THE AUTHOR'S NOTE.

Ganon's Tower (Ocarina of Time)

12:00 A.M.

"...Well...we finally made it up here."

As the last few Heroes made their way up the winding staircase, they made their way over to the others, who were standing in front of two barred red wooden doors. An elaborate organ piece droned from the other side.

"...You'd think he'd stop by now...he's got to be tired..."

Sam reflected on Lauren's statement. "...True...But you have to admit he's good at it."

The Witch took a step towards the barred doors and looked back.

"Ready?"

Most of the Heroes nodded.

"Good. Some of you help me get this door open."

The King of Evil had been playing for...he had lost track of the time.

Thankfully, he was able to stop playing when he heard the doors crash open behind him.

Ganondorf then heard someone call out to him.

"Give it up, Ganondorf! Your charades end here!"

The man turned his head to the left a bit, so his face was hidden in shadow.

"...Do they? Do they really?" His voice was low, and even Derek couldn't help but feel a bit of uncertainty.

Ganondorf turned to face the object in front of him. "...Do you know how long I've waited for you to show up, Samuel? Seven years. Seven. Long. Years. And now..."

The man pushed his bench back and stood, then turned around, not quite facing the group before him.

"...Now...you have come at last."

Ganondorf made his way down the stairs and towards the group; several Heroes drew their swords.

"There's no need for those. Yet. I simply wish to speak with you."

Several Heroes' gazes met and then went back to the man advancing towards them.

Derek stepped forwards.

"Name your price, Dragmire."

Ganondorf nodded. "Very well. Cornelius...has...how shall I say this...gone off the deep end. He punishes those who fail to kill all of you...Derek, Connor has taught me quite a few things...and...I must say that the man is...a genius. If you live, send him my regards. And to the rest of you..."

The Warlock reached to his sides and drew two deadly looking swords.

"...I am afraid that you must die, now. Engarde!"

Dragmire leapt forwards towards the group and the fight began in earnest.

"Dragmire! Hold it!"

Ganondorf quickly moved his arms and shot the wall instead of the person heading towards him. He was carrying a stick in his hand.

"...What is that?"

"A wand-I wish to duel you."

At this, every Hero in the room turned to face Derek, who was currently standing about five feet from the Warlock, his wand pointing to the floor.

"...Hmmmm…..How good are you?"

Ganondorf and Derek began to circle each other, Derek brought his wand up to the proper dueling position.

"Well enough."

The Warlock nodded in agreement, then raised his arms.

"You don't have a wand?"

"I do not need one. My art is Hand-Magic."

"Right then…."

Dragmire flicked his arms and shot a spell towards Derek.

He had only a few seconds to act, so he flicked his wand forwards.

"Deflecto!"

The spell hit Ganondorf's and caused a bright flash in the air.

….Right. You should've of never accepted my request.

Derek brought his wand to bear again and tensely watched the Warlock to see what he would send his way next.

"My wand is one of the most powerful that you can own. Did you know that?"

Dragmire shook his head furiously.

"Will you stop talking and simply duel me?! And no, I did not know of your wand's power. May I ask what it is made of?"

"Dragon Heartstring. Ebony. 12.25 inches. Wands are based off of height, by the way-Nate doesn't know it yet, but this wand actually belongs to him. He doesn't seem to have gotten it yet, but he will. Now, shall we continue?"

Ganondorf quietly thought that this incarnation of the Hero was possibly the most annoying one….

He was wrong. Very wrong.

Several minutes of dueling later

Dragmire was tiring. He had never fought someone as good as the Hero in front of him, who ducked to avoid a spell then cast one back towards the Warlock.

Oh dear….this will not end well…. The King of Evil could only watch as the red-colored spell headed towards him-it was one that Derek had attempted to hit him with many times in the last few minutes. He could have dodged it, but he was simply too tired.

BANG.

At the resounding explosion, several Heroes shielded themselves with their shields. After a few seconds, those that had used their shields lowered them cautiously.

"Well... That…. ends that….. How'd I…..do?"

Derek was standing before a fallen Ganondorf, covered in soot and completely exhausted, but otherwise perfectly fine. That is, until he found himself being congratulated by everyone in the room-companions included.

"I say, that was some fine good dueling! In my days, I was known as dueling master….but I assume that you've passed me now..."

"Thanks, Elzo."

"Not at all! See, all of you could learn magic if you tried to...it isn't that difficult…."

Then Fiend made his way to the front. "Uh, Elzo? Some of us are Squibs. Meaning, we are magic-people, but we can't perform magic."

"Hmm? Are you saying that some of these folk in this room can't use magic at all? The shame!"

The talking cap turned to Derek and Lauren. "You two. If we ever find the time, could you...teach the others Magic? Even a simple levitation spell would work."

"...Uh….We could…..But we're really not the best people you should ask…."

"Hold it."

Midna floated over to the Witch and Wizard and put her furry paws on her hips. "So, you're telling me that the guy who just beat up Dragmire, can't teach others magic?"

Derek spoke up then, despite how tired he felt at the moment. "...We...could….it's just….that we don't...have enough...experience to….nor degrees…."

Then, before he or anyone could say another word, they heard someone speak behind them.

"...To answer your question, Twilight Princess, you need a degree in the art of Magicology, second, a validated license, third, you have to be over the age of seventeen long enough to be the age of joining the Ministry, which, if I recall, is at least twenty-three years of age."

Sam's voice was full of shock and surprise and it caused everyone one to turn around.

"Dragmire! …..How….How do you still live?!"

The cloaked Warlock merely looked down at the mixed age group. "That is none of your concern, Sam….tell me…..Even I have heard of…..things that all of you have experienced…..have you fought anyone yet? No, you don't have that look in your eyes….except for you two."

Ganondorf turned to face Derek and Lauren, then, without any warning, dashed forwards, grabbed the young woman by the throat, and threw her against a nearby pillar. Then, when Derek ran towards the man to intercept him, Dragmire merely lifted a hand, used magic to raise Derek into the air, and then slammed the teen against another pillar.

Several other Heroes rushed forwards, but the man turned and fired a bolt of magic just above their heads. "Do not come any closer than that."

He then turned back to the young woman. "You have fought Cornelius himself?"

"Yes."

"And yet you lived….I am afraid that you not live past this hour, Animagus….No, I won't kill you….but someone personal to you will." Ganondorf turned from Lauren and Derek and both of them fell to the ground.

Lauren got to her feet just in time to see someone walk into the room, someone that was very familiar.

"...Helena?!"

The green eyed woman flashed her teeth. "Yes….Indeed it is I. You may be wondering why I have not answered you in the Thought-Speak for some time….well...I am truly sorry about this, but….I am no longer on your side."

Helena was wearing a dress that showed a bit too much and Lauren quietly thought that, in her opinion, she was wearing the dress to distract some….certain people. They'd better not get too distracted...hopefully they do not fall for her…

"What do you want?"

Helena quickly changed directions and headed towards the Witch, who by now had drawn her sword and was holding it warily.

"Why, what do I want? Well, Kindred…. Cornelius….offered me a deal….I end your life….and my colleagues and I are free…." The woman reached into her dress and drew out a wicked looking dagger. It was tainted with Darke Magic.

"...This is about your men?"

"Of course…."

"Look-It isn't MY fault that you got killed. No. THAT, was YOUR fault."

Then Dragmire walked over and bent his head close to Helena's.

"...You….you two are working together?!"

"Of course…..Ms. Greymane….?"

Helena threw her head back and laughed, then lowered her head again and shot a glare in Lauren's direction.

"Like he said….you will not live past midnight….any last words?"

Lauren raised her sword and took a step forwards. "Yeah. I do. I have a lot of things that I'd like to say to you."

She then proceeded to call Helena some things that were unprintable, some of these words/phrases shocked even Dragmire.

Once the women had calmed down enough, they began to circle each other.

"What nerve for you to call me those things."

"Oh, you have no idea how good that felt...Besides, I do believe that I can't die."

Greymane snarled. "Oh, when I'm finished with you, you'll wish that you could!" Then she leapt forwards and swung the dagger.

Dragon's Fire blazed as it struck its dagger counterpart, which Lauren soon realized.

"What happened to….?"

"I don't need the blade, the dagger shall do just fine."

Helena swung again and the other Witch leapt backwards to avoid being stabbed. "Why can't you die?!"

"Heeelllloooo? I'm Immortal, remember?"

"Curse you!"

Lauren ducked to let the dagger pass over her, then stabbed upwards.

Helena could only look down at the sword sticking through her chest. She knew that it had gone through her back. The woman began to shudder. "Oh, how ignorant of you….while you were fighting me….my dagger just so happened to rebound against a pillar and…."

Helena grinned like a maniac and suddenly shoved Lauren backwards. Rider! Behind-

Thud. She felt like she had been punched in the back. But, no, she hadn't been hit-she had been stabbed.

...Oh….

She distantly heard the clatter of a sword hitting marble as she slowly fell to her knees. Then she felt herself falling sideways and a second later, jolt as if she had hit the marble floor.

"Such a pity….If you hadn't decided in the first place to meddle in Fudge's plans, this would have never happened….or….It might have happened anyway…."

Then Helena screamed. Another sword had torn through her chest, and this one burned.

"What….What…."

A low voice came from her left. "Demonslayer yearns for revenge…"

"...Demon….Slayer?"

The sword was yanked from the woman's chest and she too, fell to the marble tiles.

Then the sound of another sword hitting the floor reached her and Helena turned to see someone kneeling beside the wounded young woman. And then it hit her. He loves her…..and….oh no….what...what have I done?! I have torn them apart!

"...No…..no…...how…...how could this happen…..?" His pain-filled voice barely reached him as he reached out and caressed her face. She merely looked up at him with question and confusement.

"...What….are….you…?"

She stiffened as he reached behind her and in one swift movement, drew the dagger from her back.

"...I….had no...time to….warn you…."

"...It's okay…...I'm…...Immortal….."

"NO. ….I'm….I…..I'm afraid….that the….poison...of this…..over-rid….."

Overcome with emotion, he hung his head then threw the dagger away from him in no certain direction.

He heard voices behind him.

"If one of us caught it, can we keep it?"

"Nay-It shall be melted down."

"...Hey….guys….I….oh no…..No…"

There were various sounds of shock and horror behind him, but he paid no attention to them.

No, his full attention was on the young woman in front of him.

"...Do you….." His voice faltered then came back. "...Do you….remember the walks we used to take…..on the shores of Fox Lake….and in the forest…?"

She nodded.

"...And when we read that book together at Phoenix Overlook?"

She nodded again.

"...Lauren…..I…..I need to tell you something…...I…...Ever since I laid eyes on you….all those years ago...I….just knew. Knew that someday…..I….I would…..Our friendship would become more….."

Slowly a look of understanding came into her slowly dimming eyes.

"...You….mean….that you…..?"

He found himself nodding.

"...I…..care for you…..You…..are more than a friend to me….you…..I….."

He leaned down and said the following words so softly that only she heard him.

"...Mi gràdh sibh…."*

Then leaned back to look at her.

"...You….care for me that much….?"

He nodded again, then somehow began to tell her how he really felt.

"I would….climb the tallest peaks...cross the deepest canyons….swim the deepest seas to have you by my side…..would….you do the same for me…?"

It was if this….bird had been set free of its cage inside her. She was filled with emotions that she couldn't even begin to describe…

"I…..yes….."

Her vision was getting darker and darker….she didn't want to leave….not yet.

Then cerulean eyes locked with brown.

Brown questioned.

Cerulean assured.

"...Derek…?"

"...Allow me this….."

He put one hand on her left shoulder and the other over the stab wound and then lifted her up a bit.

"...What are….you going...to…."

"This."

Seconds later, she felt a gentle, ever so gentle, pressure on her bloodstained lips. She didn't move, too shocked to do much.

…..He…...is….he…...kissing me….?

Fire raced from her head down to her feet then back up again. She had closed her eyes from exhaustion and pain but now reopened them.

He drew back and simply looked at her.

"...How was that?"

"...You…...kissed me…?"

"Yes."

"...It…...was…"

She shocked even herself by saying this, "...simply wonderful…."

And then she found herself kissing him.

Then she buried her face into his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around her.

Gradually, he felt her arms loosen…..and loosen….

It slowly dawned on him that he couldn't feel her breathing, nor hear her.

He did, however, hear her heart.

…..Thud….thud…...

He painfully waited for the next heartbeat…...but it never came…..

He slowly lowered Lauren to the ground, and as he was doing so, the full gravity of the situation hit him.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room….

A low, grief stricken howl came from near Dragmire was standing.

It wasn't human, either.

"...What in….."

Then to his shock, Dragmire moved to the right and he saw two things-one, this "Helena" was standing over a prone form, two, a male Dire Wolf was sitting beside the figure.

Wayne suddenly had this….numbing feeling…..that whoever was lying on the floor…..wasn't going to get back up. EVER.

The Wolf slowly looked up at the gathering crowd. Wayne was at the front, wearing some of his armor.

A muffled curse came from him and he reached up and removed his helmet.

"...Derek….? What…..?"

Not trusting his voice, he managed to….cast the Thought-Speak Out.

"...My…...mate…...she no….longer…...breathes…..she is cold…...I….."

"...Mate?"

"...Beast-Friend…..mate. She….mate…..feel….lonely…."

"...Wait….what you're saying is that….."

But, before anyone, could do anything, or say anything, evil laughter filled the room. Then a voice spoke that Derek knew all too well.

"Ah…..so tragic….. a young man losing the love of his life….But….you are not done yet, any of you…."

The Wolf leapt up and snarled so furiously that a few Heroes stepped back a bit.

Come and fight me mate killer!

Then Dragmire stepped forwards and looked down upon the now cloaked covered form.

"...Cornelius…..why…..why must you have so much death to have what you desire…"

The man chuckled evilly. "Oh, Ganondorf….You don't get it…..do you?"

"...What?"

"I have plans. Plans for you…..you are drifting too close towards aiding the Heroes….I cannot have that…..no…..that won't do at all….."

"...Cornelius-I'm warning you-!"

"...From this point forwards…..I shall be the one that controls your actions….oh….you can still speak…..but your actions…."

Dragmire failed to noticed Helena walk up to him and jab something into his neck, but several Heroes did.

"I will control."

Derek shifted back and picked up his blade.

"No…"

"What is it?"

"...Imperio…"

He took a step forwards towards Helena and Ganondorf, then another.

"It's the second Unforgivable Curse….it….controls the mind of the victim-And Helena just gave Dragmire a whole dose of it!"

The others had noticed a change in Derek. He was more serious now than he had ever been-and for a very good reason.

The girl that he loved had literally just died in his arms. But, what they didn't know was that he clung to a very small hope that maybe...she would come back.

"...So…..Is this going to affect us….or….."

"Yes, to answer you question, John. Yes. Very much so."

Derek turned back to face the group and leaned on his sword a bit. "Right, show of hands-who's fought Ganon before?"

Nearly half either raised their hands or some type of weapon.

"Good. Then you guys probably know what's coming, right?"

The ones who had fought the beast before nodded.

Those that hadn't were completely lost.

"...Who….or what….is this… 'Ganon'?"

Derek turned to face Andrew, who was the Hero of Trains.

"You're about to find out. Get what you need-and fast."

"Why?"

Andrew's question went unanswered, for in the next second, a bright flash lit up the room.

Then a defiant yell of anger, "NO! I SHALL NOT BOW TO THE LIKES OF YOU, CORNELIUS!"

"...You might want to run now…."

Those who had experience with lots of stuff being destroyed in situations like this didn't even need to be told twice-they just ran.

The castle exploded.

Luckily, all of them were outside when it did explode.

Derek had high tailed it down the tower while carrying a certain cloak covered bundle. He now gently lowered the bundle onto a patch of grass and merely looked down. ….Mi còir thig cùl oir sibh, mo gràdh….** The Wizard bent down and tightened the cloak around the figure, stood, and then slowly walked away.

Meanwhile, it had begun to rain.

Actually, it was a downpour.

"Is everyone alright?"

Assorted yesses came from nearby.

"Good. Get whatever you need."

"...We're going to fight him, aren't we."

"Yes, Fiend."

"Right then….."

A bolt of lighting light up the area. A small pile of rubble was in the center of the ruins.

"...Well? Who gets to walk up there and wake him up? Anyone? No?"

Derek looked around for volunteers. Finding none, he shook his head and began to walk towards the pile of rubble.

"...Right….This is not a good idea…."

Seconds later, he was proven right.

"...You okay?"

"...No….? What…."

Fiend appeared in his field of vision, which wasn't much. "He straight up just sucker punched you clear over here. You're lucky I caught you."

"...Right….."

"You might wanna stay down there-you have a concussion."

"...Will do….."

Then his mind was taken off of his aching head-

Dragmire was alive.

And he was….doing that….weird convulsing thing…

Seconds later, the man began to lift himself into the air...about twenty feet up, he roared, flung himself backwards, and a golden light and loud BANG resounded around the area.

Something did somersaults until it hit the ground, sending up a huge dust cloud. The thing was still coming to life- twin swords appeared in his blue furred, white clawed paws. A bloodstained set of horns appeared on the top of his head. His ginger hair had become a very large mane. His eyes were just yellow, no pupils. He had a spiked tail. For clothing, he wore nothing but a leather loincloth around his waist.

Derek, even in his state, knew what the thing was. "...Ganon…."

And right after that, the thing roared and swung his pair of swords in a 180 degree arc, his blue furred chest rippling as he did so. "I…..AM…..GANON."

Then the beast turned towards the group of Heroes, which hadn't moved, bent down slightly, and roared again. Very loudy.

"...All those in favor of running….?"

Once again, the vote was 100% yes.

….That infamous line from Hyrule Warriors….

Sorry to cut the battle short-I have some really cool ideas, but this MIGHT be the LONGEST chapter that I have EVER written!

* Mi gràdh sibh translates to "I love you." Sweet and simple, right?

** Mi còir thig cùl oir sibh, mo gràdh… translates to "I will come back for you, my love." Bittersweet, but to the point.

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