The Dark Link Chronicles
Book One: ôRiddle of the Moonö
By: The Eromancer
Edited: toraneko
Chapter 1: Birth of the Dark One
With a haggard sigh of relief, Link stumbled from the Boss chamber of the Forest Temple dripping blood and sweat. The adrenaline had worn off a while ago and now he couldnÆt even pick up his sword to re-sheath the bloodied weapon. Link was no stranger to killing his enemies, so the black blood dripping from its razor-sharp edge didnÆt bother him one bit. He was more curious as to how an insubstantial phantom could bleed in the first place, but then again, how could his Master Sword have actually struck the ghoul if it couldnÆt?
If it bleeds, it can die.
Navi, seeing Link ponder on the blood that dripped off the Master Sword, answered, ôThe Master Sword is rightly named Sword of EvilÆs Bane, Link. The phantom created by Ganondorf was obviously evil. It didnÆt matter if it was nothing more than ectoplasm; the Master Sword would have been able to cut it."
Nodding his head in understanding, brushing his long golden hair out of his face, he finally managed to muster the strength to lift his blade and slide the sword into its sheath. Cocking his head from side to side, he felt two distinct *pops* and sighed; now he felt better.
As the Hero of Time left the Forest Temple through the glowing, bright blue portal to the Chamber of Sages in the Sacred Realm, neither he nor Navi felt the dark presence re-enter for a quick moment before disappearing once again.
When Link and Navi were returned to the Temple after saying a tearful hello and goodbye to Saria, the new Forest Sage, they were deposited outside the temple on the small platform with the beautiful yet simple triforce symbol on it. This didn't allow for them to notice the carpeted floor in the boss chamber.
The blood was all gone.
Meanwhile, back in GanondorfÆs castle, the red haired King of Evil smiled devilishly at the whirling ball of magic he held in his hand. Inside the magic ball was a significant amount of black and red blood - black from his useless phantom and red from the Hero. Using his magic and the Triforce of Power, he mixed the two bloods together. When the blood finally settled, it was a disturbing reddish black when he held it over a candle. Perfect.
Holding the ball of magic with the mixed blood in it close to him, Gannon started to slowly murmur in the ancient tongue, his deep commanding voice slowly rising in volume. The heavy feel of potent magic in the air would have made it for any lesser man hard to breathe - around Ganondorf reality seemed to distort like heat rising from a fire. At the crescendo of his spell, Ganondorf was shouting his words to the high heavens like a curse. His voice echoed like a tolling bell in the empty hall of the former great castle of Hyrule, where its once great walls and lovely gardens were now nothing more than dull black stone and dead ash.
His spell complete, Ganondorf raised the ball of glowing purple energy and threw it with all his might to the ground several feet away from his towering form.
As the globe hit, a blinding light flashed and thunder crashed in the hall, signaling the dark spell's completion. In the night sky above the once great castle, thunder rolled in the black clouds, but none of its drumming beat could reach into the dark castle.
Gannon lowered his arm from his shielded face; his eyes quickly readjusted to his surroundings and looked to where he had thrown the globe.
There, kneeling as if it was wounded, was a living shadow. As the creature rose from its prostrated position on the ground, only a little common sense would have been needed to easily tell it was not truly of the living. It was black, not just its clothes or the color of its skin, it was black in a way that was unnatural, darker than pitch, darker than the deepest depths of the Shadow Temple. Deep luminescent red lines pulsed softly like a heartbeat, crossing over the black like an electrical circuit, glowing tatoos, they covered its body. Where its face would be were two gleaming red rubies, its hellfire eyes burned with unholy light and with frightening intelligence. It wasà aware of itself, this damned creature of shadow.
Gannon watched silently as the thing he created tested itself. Moving fingers, arms, neck, making sure it could walkà then it jumped, and oh what a jump it was. Easily it made a spinning twist in midair landing back on its feat as silently as a cat, its back was turned to Ganondorf, who was grinning at his accomplishment. Now that he knew how to create theseà shadows of the Hero, he would send them out as assassins to kill him.
ôWho the hell are you?ö broke him out of his musings, he quickly set his attentions on the creature heÆd created. He did not expect it to have such ability as to talk; none of the other creatures under his command could speak either, except for a few.
ôI am your creator, and thus am your master.ö Said Ganondorf, confident the shadow would listen to him, he had created it after all. Its response shocked him.
ôI bow to no one!ö the shadow argued, drawing itself upright and crossing it arms. Gannon growled deeply in his throat.
ôI created you, you will follow my orders!!ö yelled Gannon, leveling a glare that would have scared the shit out of anyone else.
ôNo.ö the single answer was met with a frost bitten glare.
ôNo?ö questioned Ganondorf, making sure he heard right the first time. The shadow merely gave him a cocky look of insubordination. ôNO?!ö Yelled Gannon, now fully enraged. ôIÆll show you no!ö He yelled, then quick as a flash shot a blast of pure malevolent energy, glowing a sickly greenish-yellow, at the shadow.
As the energy came in contact with the shadow the shape of its face came into sharp relief. It was the Hero, that blasted blonde haired, childÆs face! GannonÆs mind screamed at the betrayal of it all, and more importantly, why did it not just create another loyal creature to him? Was that damned HeroÆs blood so much stronger than his own phantomÆs? Preposterous!
But walking over to the now unconscious dark copy of Link, he knew it to be true. What to do, what to do? HeÆd spent a lot of energy on this thing he didnÆt want to just waist it! Pondering his possibilities, his eyes suddenly lit aflame at the brilliance of the idea!
Chuckling in his own devilish way, he called forth his power once again and sealed the shadow in a prison of blue crystal; that would keep it in and out of his hair. With a thought he sent the crystal to float above his organ before sitting himself down in front of the massive instrument and began his favorite song æBagalÆeh Tel-uhleÆ, an old peace of music he found quite to his liking, it was also known as the ærequiem of spiritsÆ.
As he started the music up, he felt himself relax and his thoughts more clear, it became easier to sort his thoughts and as a result, plan the best course of action for this little failure. Surrendering to the music he was in his own little world as his mind played out different scenarios.
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Well, this is my first real fic that I would ever post, really its the only one I feel confident about. But in the end, what do you all think of it? :help:
Book One: ôRiddle of the Moonö
By: The Eromancer
Edited: toraneko
Chapter 1: Birth of the Dark One
With a haggard sigh of relief, Link stumbled from the Boss chamber of the Forest Temple dripping blood and sweat. The adrenaline had worn off a while ago and now he couldnÆt even pick up his sword to re-sheath the bloodied weapon. Link was no stranger to killing his enemies, so the black blood dripping from its razor-sharp edge didnÆt bother him one bit. He was more curious as to how an insubstantial phantom could bleed in the first place, but then again, how could his Master Sword have actually struck the ghoul if it couldnÆt?
If it bleeds, it can die.
Navi, seeing Link ponder on the blood that dripped off the Master Sword, answered, ôThe Master Sword is rightly named Sword of EvilÆs Bane, Link. The phantom created by Ganondorf was obviously evil. It didnÆt matter if it was nothing more than ectoplasm; the Master Sword would have been able to cut it."
Nodding his head in understanding, brushing his long golden hair out of his face, he finally managed to muster the strength to lift his blade and slide the sword into its sheath. Cocking his head from side to side, he felt two distinct *pops* and sighed; now he felt better.
As the Hero of Time left the Forest Temple through the glowing, bright blue portal to the Chamber of Sages in the Sacred Realm, neither he nor Navi felt the dark presence re-enter for a quick moment before disappearing once again.
When Link and Navi were returned to the Temple after saying a tearful hello and goodbye to Saria, the new Forest Sage, they were deposited outside the temple on the small platform with the beautiful yet simple triforce symbol on it. This didn't allow for them to notice the carpeted floor in the boss chamber.
The blood was all gone.
Meanwhile, back in GanondorfÆs castle, the red haired King of Evil smiled devilishly at the whirling ball of magic he held in his hand. Inside the magic ball was a significant amount of black and red blood - black from his useless phantom and red from the Hero. Using his magic and the Triforce of Power, he mixed the two bloods together. When the blood finally settled, it was a disturbing reddish black when he held it over a candle. Perfect.
Holding the ball of magic with the mixed blood in it close to him, Gannon started to slowly murmur in the ancient tongue, his deep commanding voice slowly rising in volume. The heavy feel of potent magic in the air would have made it for any lesser man hard to breathe - around Ganondorf reality seemed to distort like heat rising from a fire. At the crescendo of his spell, Ganondorf was shouting his words to the high heavens like a curse. His voice echoed like a tolling bell in the empty hall of the former great castle of Hyrule, where its once great walls and lovely gardens were now nothing more than dull black stone and dead ash.
His spell complete, Ganondorf raised the ball of glowing purple energy and threw it with all his might to the ground several feet away from his towering form.
As the globe hit, a blinding light flashed and thunder crashed in the hall, signaling the dark spell's completion. In the night sky above the once great castle, thunder rolled in the black clouds, but none of its drumming beat could reach into the dark castle.
Gannon lowered his arm from his shielded face; his eyes quickly readjusted to his surroundings and looked to where he had thrown the globe.
There, kneeling as if it was wounded, was a living shadow. As the creature rose from its prostrated position on the ground, only a little common sense would have been needed to easily tell it was not truly of the living. It was black, not just its clothes or the color of its skin, it was black in a way that was unnatural, darker than pitch, darker than the deepest depths of the Shadow Temple. Deep luminescent red lines pulsed softly like a heartbeat, crossing over the black like an electrical circuit, glowing tatoos, they covered its body. Where its face would be were two gleaming red rubies, its hellfire eyes burned with unholy light and with frightening intelligence. It wasà aware of itself, this damned creature of shadow.
Gannon watched silently as the thing he created tested itself. Moving fingers, arms, neck, making sure it could walkà then it jumped, and oh what a jump it was. Easily it made a spinning twist in midair landing back on its feat as silently as a cat, its back was turned to Ganondorf, who was grinning at his accomplishment. Now that he knew how to create theseà shadows of the Hero, he would send them out as assassins to kill him.
ôWho the hell are you?ö broke him out of his musings, he quickly set his attentions on the creature heÆd created. He did not expect it to have such ability as to talk; none of the other creatures under his command could speak either, except for a few.
ôI am your creator, and thus am your master.ö Said Ganondorf, confident the shadow would listen to him, he had created it after all. Its response shocked him.
ôI bow to no one!ö the shadow argued, drawing itself upright and crossing it arms. Gannon growled deeply in his throat.
ôI created you, you will follow my orders!!ö yelled Gannon, leveling a glare that would have scared the shit out of anyone else.
ôNo.ö the single answer was met with a frost bitten glare.
ôNo?ö questioned Ganondorf, making sure he heard right the first time. The shadow merely gave him a cocky look of insubordination. ôNO?!ö Yelled Gannon, now fully enraged. ôIÆll show you no!ö He yelled, then quick as a flash shot a blast of pure malevolent energy, glowing a sickly greenish-yellow, at the shadow.
As the energy came in contact with the shadow the shape of its face came into sharp relief. It was the Hero, that blasted blonde haired, childÆs face! GannonÆs mind screamed at the betrayal of it all, and more importantly, why did it not just create another loyal creature to him? Was that damned HeroÆs blood so much stronger than his own phantomÆs? Preposterous!
But walking over to the now unconscious dark copy of Link, he knew it to be true. What to do, what to do? HeÆd spent a lot of energy on this thing he didnÆt want to just waist it! Pondering his possibilities, his eyes suddenly lit aflame at the brilliance of the idea!
Chuckling in his own devilish way, he called forth his power once again and sealed the shadow in a prison of blue crystal; that would keep it in and out of his hair. With a thought he sent the crystal to float above his organ before sitting himself down in front of the massive instrument and began his favorite song æBagalÆeh Tel-uhleÆ, an old peace of music he found quite to his liking, it was also known as the ærequiem of spiritsÆ.
As he started the music up, he felt himself relax and his thoughts more clear, it became easier to sort his thoughts and as a result, plan the best course of action for this little failure. Surrendering to the music he was in his own little world as his mind played out different scenarios.
????????????????????????????????????????
Well, this is my first real fic that I would ever post, really its the only one I feel confident about. But in the end, what do you all think of it? :help:
sorry couldn't help myself]