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Chapter 1: Prologue: Times lament.
The air was cold against his face as he ran through the forest, the freshly fallen snow doing little to stop him in his attempt to evade his pursuers. The full moon overhead had long since hidden behind thick clouds, casting the world in near pitch blackness.
The only noise that reached his ears was his own heavy breaths and the sound of his feet crunching in the snow. He always loved the snow back in his youth. Memories of playing with the other children often accompanied the falling of a new blanket. Picking sides in the great snow wars, of the girls building snow families, that would later get knocked down by some of the more rambunctious boys. Everyone then helping reconstruct them. After a hard day of play, curling up by the fires inside our homes why our great fathers voice echoes across the snow-covered forest telling us stories about ancient Heroes defeating terrible Demons and rescuing Princesses.
Now it only serves as a reminder that he won't truly ever escape them, with his tracks always pointing directly to him like the highest-level tracking spell. What he wouldn't give to be able to rest at least a few minutes, unfortunately he can't even afford a single second. His foes must not get their hands on the weapon strapped to his back. The feeling of the warm metal of the sword is a consistent reminder of the horrific atrocities they will commit, a reminder of why he's running through a forest in frigid colds that would kill a human.
Braking into a clearing he sees its about two hundred feet in a perfect circle with the trees continuing on the other side, making his way halfway across he tilts his head over his shoulder to see if any of them are in site. Unfortunately, with his focus elsewhere he failed to notice the ground littered with many stones of different sizes. His foot catching one he tumbled to the ground kicking up snow as he went.
'If I could talk right now, I would be swearing so much that the goddesses would blush!' He thought angrily as he quickly got back to his feet after a moment and shook his head to rid himself of the daze he got from the fall and notices the red stain on the snow. Scanning the way he just came from, he tries to see if his pursuers have caught up to him. A few moments passed that felt like an eternity. The only sounds his enhanced hearing picked up was sounds of his heavy panting and his pounding heartbeat. He could not see any movement from the trees as his keen eye scanned over the path, he stays completely still waiting for any sign they are in the vicinity.
'Now where are they? There's no way they just gave up, not when they are so close to their goal.' He thought in confusion, these are the same things that had easily sacrificed an entire village for their goal.
With the snow starting to slowly fall once again he moves to continue his desperate run when he sees them. Six pairs of solid glowing orange eyes glare at him from the shadows. One by one they began to slither they're way into the clearing and form a semi-circle in front of him. He takes one step back to prepare for the coming fight. With the snow falling and the blocked moon he can't make out any details aside from the eyes and the outlines of their body's. three are a head taller than him normally, one looks to be the same height as him and the last two are a head shorter. They all have humanoid like bodies, but he can't imagine they would look very human in the light.
After a few tense moments of him glaring into their orange eyes, and them returning the look into his red one. The leader he speculates, the one the same size as him, speaks with a voice that sounds like two stones scraping together.
"Give us the sword and we promise you a quick and painless death, little hero."
Quickly, he goes over his options in his head. 'There's six of them and one of me. I've been running for the better part of three hours. I'm completely cut off from any backup, and the wound on my stomach they gave me earlier reopened after that fall. That's the bad news.' Taking another step back he crouched down on his front paws. extending his claws, he lets a growl rip lose from the back of his throat. 'The good news, my goal is not too much further ahead. And if I can make it there, I can slow them down for a couple of centuries, or so he said. They aren't even half as strong as they should and will be. And if it looks like I'm going to die anyway, might as well go down fighting.'
Seeing his response laughter begins to come from the shadowy figures. "What a fool to die a hard death then an easy one! But if that is what you wish then very well! We shall oblige you, little forest child." The leader says and he can just feel the sneer instead of seeing it.
Taking one final breath to steady his resolve and courage, he gives one last thought to the ones that await his return as he feels a warm gold light spread from his left paw. 'Malon, Robin, Navi, I hope you can forgive me, but it looks like I won't be coming home this time.' With that thought and a single tear fallen from his eye, he pushes off the ground with his back legs to strike the black shapes, fangs bared and claws ready to rip into their flesh.
For miles around the only sound that can be heard in the frozen forest, is the lone howl of a wolf.
Like I said before. This will be a more cleaned up and flushed out story. With hopefully much less spelling and grammar mistakes.
I really want to do better for this story, not just to help me get the hang of writing, but to do my favorite video game justice.
Thats all for now. Join us next time for.
Chapter 2: Last Hopes and Nightmares