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The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny	By : Gamesplayers Category: Zelda > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5872 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny
- 2-I
- 3-II
- 4-III
- 5-IV
- 6-V
- 7-VI
- 8-VII
- 9-VIII
- 10-IX
- 11-X
- 12-XI
- 13-XII
- 14-XIII
- 15-XIV
- 16-XV
- 17-XVI
- 18-XVII
- 19-XVIII
- 20-Showdown
- 21-Breakdown
- 11
- 12
- 13
XI

                Softly, she ran the wet cloth over a cut on his upper back. He hissed lightly as the warm liquid touched is sore and injured skin. “I’m sorry” She whispered. He shook his head lazily.
-          “No need to be. You’re not the one who’s injured me.” She sighed.
-          “I know.”
Link sat naked into the water of the oasis, his back turned to Tatl as she took care, slowly and patiently of his wounds. She was careful not to touch any bruise as he merely kept quiet and looked above, at the stars. She followed his stare a moment.
In the desert, the sky was incredibly clear. So clear that it was mystical, magical.
Or maybe spiritual was the right word.
“What’s on your mind?” He asked as he drew figures into the water.
-          “You. And me.” Tatl answered, her voice soft.
-          “What about you and me?” She rested her hands on his shoulders.
-          “Link… When this will all be over…”
-          “We will run away together.” His voice was quiet and yet, very confident as he answered her unpoken question. Tatl sighed, smiling slightly.
-          “Where?”
-          “Anywhere.” He took her hand in his and caressed her fingers. “It doesn’t matter.” Link turned around to look at Tatl. “As long as we’re together… I don’t mind the place or the time… I don’t mind…” Tears rose to the Twili’s eyes as she smiled more.
-          “Zelda was right… You’ve changed so much…” He chuckled.
-          “And is that for the best?”
-          “Time will tell us.”
-          “And it is time to go back to the camp before someone gets killed.” Link and Tatl turned around, both gasping as they spotted Sheik who stood by a rather impressive rock near the little oasis in which they were bathing.
The two lovebirds smiled to the blond before getting up. Tatl’s clothes were wet, though she hadn’t undressed as she had merely taken care of the Hylian’s injuries. Link turned his back to Sheik as he put his pants and shirt back on. He folded his tunic and brought the rest of his equipment in his arm, as they walked back to the camp.
Sheik walked beside him. Subtly, he spied the couple as they walked into the sands in silence.
And there was something going on. Something that Sheik couldn’t explain or know as he watched how serene they looked and acted.
Of course, it worried the Sheikah.
Nevertheless, they reached camp quickly and, to anyone who wouldn’t know of Link and Tatl’s affair –Isca- it really looked like she had taken care of his wounds, and only that, as they walked separately and in utter silence.
Link quickly installed himself near the fire, wrapping himself into a blanket as he stared at the flames. Tatl sat between him and Isca and she too got lost into the dancing fire. Sheik and Olwen looked at each other, perplexed by the couple’s attitude. “Fight?” Asked the butler, very lowly when the blond was beside him.
-          “No, doesn’t look like it.”
-          “Strange.”
-          “Is the word.” They smirked.
The evening didn’t last long for Link as he soon rose, still wrapped in his blanket as if he was a Tuareg. He mumbled goodnights to everyone before slipping within his tent and shutting the lantern off right away.
Even Isca seemed troubled by the younger Hylian’s quiet attitude.
Tatl looked down at the sad at her feet, feeling incredibly awful. Not only was she, now, constantly sick, but she had taken her decision either she would, in the end, chose Isca or Link. And taking that decision had been worse than living through the guilt of this affair.
Isca was a good man. A really, really good person. He didn’t deserve to be treated like he was. Not at all.
But as long as he didn’t knew…
She shook her head lightly. “Something on your mind?” The knight asked her, his voice soft. Too soft.
-          “No.”
-          “You don’t look too good…”
-          “I’m sick, Isca. That’s all.” She heard him sigh. He got up, and turned towards their tent.
-          “If you need me… To talk or… I don’t know…” His voice was unnaturally dead. “I’ll be in the tent.” And he left.
Isca wasn’t stupid.
***
                Sheik and Olwen were sitting near the fire. Everyone was asleep and into their tent. As always.
                It had become a habit, nowadays, for the Sheikahs to spend most of their nights together, watching over the camp and talking. Olwen rarely slept as it was only natural for a shadow to be awakened at night.
                As for Sheik, he would usually leave in the middle of the night to get some sleep, but he didn’t particularly need to, since he as well was a Sheikah… Well, half a Sheikah.
                But the desert nights were said to be bewitching and magical.
                And dangerous.
                Yet, the two men sat beside each other, watching the fire in silence as everything had been said for that night.
                Or almost everything.
                Sheik turned to Olwen, staring at him until the older man returned the look. The blond considered what he was about to do a moment before he got up, his eyes not leaving Olwen’s.
                Standing proudly and somehow seductively, Sheik unwrapped the white bandages around his wrist. And one by one, he let all his concealed needles fall to the ground at the silver-haired man’s feet.
                And finally, the blond let his dagger fall down as well. Sheik was now unarmed. Something a Sheikah would never accept.
                Olwen stared at him, observed his every movement and was impressed to see Sheik agreeing freely on disposing of his weapons. They kept looking at each other a moment. “I owe you a night, don’t I?” Sheik was smiling maliciously and yet quite seductively, underneath his mask. Olwen chuckled as he rested his hands on the smaller man’s hips.
-          “Indeed.”
-          “My tent?”
-          “Yes, sir.” Olwen got up, offering Sheik a very, very playful and naughty stare as both men walked to the blond’s tent before disappearing in it.
Only a Sheikah could undress another Sheikah quickly, for only they understood how their suits worked. Therefore, it wasn’t very long before Sheik found himself naked. And on his back.
Of course, Olwen followed quite quickly and installed himself above the lighter man.
***
                Snoring lightly, Link was asleep in his tent, curled up tightly in a few blankets. He had slept away from the small mattress a few hours ago as he moved quite a lot in his sleep. But that night, he seemed to be rolling around the small clothed habitation on purpose.
                Of course, he wasn’t.
                He was a light sleeper and had some difficulties resting in peace as his nights were, usually, shaken apart by nightmares and rather weird dreams.
                And, well, he had a rather massive sunburn which didn’t help his sleeping attempt.
                Therefore, he rolled around. And around. And around.
                Because the Sheikahs were now engaged in activities that implied the use of a tent… No one was really watching the camp. It didn’t really mattered, everyone would have said, as nothing ever occurred to the small group beforehand.
                But, perhaps was it exactly because Olwen and Sheik were constantly watching?
                Link growled softly as the Desert’s cold night air blew into his tent. He opened clouded eyes to look into the direction of the invading air, registering that something had entered.
                But he was way to asleep to realise that it wasn’t normal.
                His eyes shut once again and his head fell heavily on the pile of clothing that had become his pillow (as the original pillow had been pushed away to some corner of the tent while the Hero fought with an invisible ninja bug).
                Something brushed against him.
                “Be careful… Mister Unicorn… I explode.” He mumbled. What was above him stopped a moment to look down at him… And snickered. It poked Link. “Seriously…” The Hero turned around, knocking the unlit lantern down. “Take off that spear… It’s gonna melt.”
                The stranger poked the Hylian again, smirking. “Sheik… Sometimes… You get dilated…”
                The invader tilted its head to the side a moment as it wondered if it should really accomplish its mission, or play with the sleep-talking Hero of Time…
                Work was work.
                Grabbing the Hylian’s shoulder roughly, the stranger pushed Link so he’d lie on his back and climbed on top of him.
                And a second later, it was pushing a blade against the dirty blond’s throat.
                Link woke up, gasping, which helped his aggressor cut through his skin. Hopefully, his wind pipe wasn’t slid open.
                Now, completely awake, the Hero stared up with wide eyes at his enemy… “Cocyte…” He whispered. The man snickered evilly. Maniacally. The Sheikah lifted his blade towards the Hylian’s chin.
-          “Missed me?”
-          “As much as we miss rats in a basement.” Link’s stare was hard and his voice calm. It troubled Cocyte.
-          “It’s a shame… Because I have missed you.” Trying to toy with his prey’s mind, the Sheikah pulled the blankets covering the dirty blond down to reveal his rather… Naked self.
-          “Reciprocity isn’t a concept you’ve learned yet…” Cocyte leaned forward.
-          “Who cares about that? Aren’t you the one who tried raping that curvy woman?” Link growled as his stare became menacing. The Sheikah laughed; glad to see his game was working.
-          “Leave her out of this…”
-          “Sensible subject, hm? Then, perhaps I should go and have my ways with her when I’ll be done with you?” A wolfish growl escaped the Hylian’s throat, but it was cut off as Cocyte pushed his blade deeper into the already bleeding skin. “But I probably should have my fun with you before…” He chuckled, running his hand down towards Link’s crotch.
The Hylian shut his eyes tightly as he concentrated on what surrounded him, instead of what Cocyte was doing…
His stuff was scattered all around the tent. His sword and shield were close to the entrance –at the other side of the small habitation- the hookshot was buried under something, for sure. Bow and arrows weren’t close and well… It’s rather hard to stab someone with an arrow…
He had knocked the lantern over and it was shut off… So finding something in the darkness was hard enough, right now.
The lantern…
Link opened his eyes and stared down at the Sheikah who was… Well, toying with him without much success and, in his mind, the Hylian congratulated himself to be so calm when he was facing a raping situation…
Slowly and carefully, he wrapped his left hand around the lantern which was right beside him.
And with all his might, Link hit the Sheikah across the head with the metallic object.
Cocyte groaned in surprise and pain as he fell down on his side. Link disarmed him quickly and took the dagger to press it against the Sheikah’s throat.
Blood trailing from his forehead, Cocyte looked up and smiled to the younger man. “You’re a bad boy.”
-          “I always was.” The Sheikah offered Link a very dark stare.
-          “In a few moments, when I’ll be bored to be in this bad state, I’ll rip the knife away from your hand and push you down. Then, I’ll merely force you to your knees and fuck you while you’ll cry your face off.” Link chuckled.
-          “You’ve always been fucked up in your head.” He hissed, pushing the blade against the Sheikah’s throat.
-          “And you as well.” Cocyte chuckled.
-          “I’ll kill you.” But his hand wouldn’t move.
-          “Will you?” The twisted man crackled. “Once upon a time, I would have believed you. In fact, you would have plunged that blade in my face a few times by now. But you’re gone soft. Are you even able to kill someone, now?” Link growled.
-          “Shut up, bitch.” He pushed the dagger further against the taller man’s throat.
-          “Kill me, of you are a man.” Hissed Cocyte, flames dancing in his red eyes. “Or prepare to be fucked like the pussy you are.”
Link’s lips became a thin line as his hands began to shake… He wasn’t able to do it. Not anymore… And Cocyte was well aware.
As the Hylian hesitated, the Sheikah grabbed Link’s right wrist forcefully. Pushing him down on the ground before using his superior weight to pin him.
Of course, the Hylian fought back with a rather impressive punch.
Which made the Sheikah laugh sensually. “I see you want it rough, bitch.” He elbowed Link, hitting him right in the left side. The dirty blond whimpered in pain and shut his eyes tightly as the pain was too intense and paralysed him a second.
A second too long.
For he felt, against his buttock…
And he gasped, terrorised, and without much of a second thought, he raised his left hand to hit the man across the head.
But he was still holding the dagger.
Cocyte froze suddenly as the blade impaled his neck. He gurgled as blood started to appear from the wound and into his mouth…
And he fell.
***
                Sheik exited his tent right before Olwen. Sun wasn’t very high yet. Technically, the fire should have been dead and no one awake. Therefore, the blond was surprised when he spotted a silhouette beside the roaring camp fire.
                Wrapped in a blanket, tightly, Link was turning his back to them as he stared at the fire. Visibly, he had been up since a long time…
                He turned his head lightly to look at the Sheikahs before returning his attention to the fire. He pushed, numbly, a log into the starving flames. Sheik walked up to the Hylian and looked down at him. “You had trouble sleeping again?”
-          “Kind of.” Link’s voice was unusually hoarse, as if his throat was sore.
-          “Are you sick?” Questioned the blond, slightly worried.
-          “Not really.” He poked the fire, then looked up at Sheik.
He seemed quite tired and looked like he had had a bad night… The kind of night that is rather sleepless and filled with nightmares. Sheik knew that his little brother had a hard time sleeping, often, as he was hunted by dark dreams, but he never doubted what had really happened. “Sheik, I know you hate cleaning up after me, but… Can you go in my tent and take care of what’s in it…?” The Sheikah crossed his arms over his chest.
-          “Link, I swear that if I find you’ve freaked out over a spider again, I’m going to make you eat one.” Usually, the warrior would have laughed and smirked, confirming the Sheikah’s thoughts. But this time, his expression didn’t change. Not at all.
-          “It’s a corpse.” They both stared at each other, unmoving.
-          “That’s a very, very bad joke.” Finally said Sheik.
-          “I’m not joking, Sheik…” Link turned his attention towards the fire once again and he poked a burning log, pushing it slightly away so the fire could get more oxygen and get bigger. “Cocyte came for me.” The blond blinked.
Sheik looked briefly at Link before uncrossing his arms and going to the Hylian’s tent. He crouched and got in quickly.
Of course, what he saw was exactly what Link had mentioned: Cocyte. He was… Laying on his side, in a pool of blood –his own- with his pants opened and a dagger going through his neck.
And let’s not mention that arteries tend to shoot blood everywhere…
The tent was pretty much scrapped. So was most of the stuff that lay scattered in it.
Sheik exited the tent.
He walked quickly towards Link. The Hylian looked up at him, his expression now clearer as the sun was higher in the sky. He looked traumatised, and the blood stains all over his face and blanket confirmed the state of the tent…
And that he had been in it when the massacre occurred.
Sheik kneeled before Link. “Are you alright?” The Hylian shrugged.
-          “Yes…” The blond’s stared intensified as he looked straight into Link’s eyes. The younger man looked away, unable to hold such powerful gaze. Softly and yet hurriedly, Sheik got a grip of the blanket and pulled it open down to the dirty blond’s waist.
Covered in blood stains with a nice cut on his throat… The injury was now dark red as it had dried, but it was there anyways. Sheik sighed and looked down.
Had he just failed Link by not being there?
He shook the thought away before getting up. He looked at Olwen who was staring at him in a questioning fashion. Sheik nodded towards Link’s tent. “Come and help me.”
The butler nodded lightly and looked down at the Hylian before following Sheik.
Link’s gaze stayed with the fire.
He tried to understand.
Once upon a time, he had killed a lot of people without getting any remorse. He had raped women and stole from about everyone in Castle Town. He never had any remorse.
But now, he felt empty as he had the constant impression that his hands were stained with blood –and they were- but with blood that no water would wash away and no words would appease.
He heard, long ago, that you are supposed to be sick after you first kill someone.
He had never been before.
But that night, he had thrown up four times.
What was going on with him?
***
                They reached the Spirit Temple in a deadly silence.
                Everyone had seen the bloody mess in the sad where Link’s tent had been, and everyone had seen the mark on his neck...
                But he hadn’t said anything about it and everyone in the party believed that leaving him alone concerning this topic was in their best interest.
                Even to Sheik, he hadn’t said anything.
                Tatl had tried to talk to him when Isca was away, but he hadn’t provided her with an answer or information.
                And now, he looked steady and convinced as he stared up at the Sand Goddess.
                Convinced, but traumatised.
                And under her worried gaze, he was the first to enter the spirit temple.
                From all the temples in which they had been so far, none had felt that way… As soon as they sat foot into this sacred location, something heavy –and yet light- sat upon them. Upon their spirits.
                Welcome.
                Link gasped. And since they were merely standing at the entrance, looking around, the noise was pretty much heard by everyone. Of course, all eyes were now focused on the Hero who appeared slightly whiter…
                He had heard that voice again. Into his head.
                “Link, you’re okay?” Asked Tatl in a small voice.
-          “Yeah… “
-          “What was that gasp for?” Asked Sheik as he tilted his head to the side, perplexed.
-          “Shiver. My skin’s sensible now that I’m covered with sunburns.” He turned around to smile at the crew, to reassure them.
They seemed convinced with that smile, though Sheik and Tatl knew better and they looked at each other, and Link turned around to resume his visual exploration of the entrance.
In fact, he was shaking for he knew in the deepest part of his soul that this voice was somewhere in that temple and waiting for him…
The temple’s entrance was, well, almost welcoming. Unlike the previous dungeons, this one seemed filled with inner light. The hall wasn’t too large, but quite high. Ahead of them, a small staircase would bring them to a higher section of this room. Beside that staircase were beige statues of menacing snakes.
Slowly, Link started to walk towards that stairs, unsheathing the Master Sword and equipping his shield as a great uncomfortable feeling installed itself into his mind.
But he stopped when the defenceless and armless pots that were resting on the ground rose into the air and launched themselves at the Hero. Surprised, Link raised his shield as a reflex. The pots hit the metal surface of the protection with strength, which unbalanced the Hero, before they shattered in a clashing noise.
After a few seconds, Link lowered his shield to stare down at the pieces of the pots.
He hated this temple with all his might. That was now certain.
***
                Right after the pot incident, the whole crew had understood that this temple wouldn’t be quite friendly with them as everything seemed inhabited by a conscience of its own. A spirit of its own.
                And well, rare were the friendly spirits into Hyrule’s dungeons.
                Therefore, everyone was now walking around armed and ready to fight.
                But, as they progressed into rooms, they met a new problem. Standing altogether and staring ahead at a rather huge block of some stone that looked like dark marble, the group was now speechless about how they’d end up pushing that thing.
                And they sincerely hoped it wasn’t marble for no human would be able to push it. “So.” Started Link. “I’m not the one who’ll push that block.” Sheik chuckled.
-          “Why not, Mister Hero? Not feeling strong enough this morning?” Asked the Sheikah who seemed to have gained some playfulness along the way. Link chuckled back.
-          “Haven’t eaten enough octorocks recently to be able to push a stone block twice my height and ten times my weight.” He answered as he rested his left fist upon his hip. He turned around. “No one knows pushing or strength magic, here?” Erk pseudo-smirked.
-          “I don’t, at least.” He answered as he crossed his arms over his chest.
-          “And your summons?” Questioned the Twili. The mage shook his head.
-          “The only one I know who’d be able to use such strength would be Efreet. And sadly, I haven’t met with him, yet.” Silence fell over the crew… As Tatl turned around.
Beside her was standing Isca who was busy staring at the block like everyone else. She looked at him a moment… He was quite tall and strong and…
Okay, he was human and wouldn’t be able to push that stony obstacle, but… Why not giving it a chance? The fluorescent woman smirked as she looked up at the knight. Feeling stared at, Isca returned her gaze, perplexed as he spotted Tatl’s expression of evilness. “Iscaaa-“ She started. Everyone looked at her.
-          “Yes…?” He asked back, feeling that he wasn’t exactly going to appreciate what was to come.
-          “You are aware that you are handsome, aren’t you?” Link stared at her, now just as perplexed as Isca.
-          “What do you want, exactly?” Asked the knight as he heard Olwen chuckle behind him. The butler knew very well what was to come, of course.
-          “You’re quite strong with all those muscles, aren’t you?” She continued, in a flirty way. Behind, Link understood and laughed.
-          “I’d… Hope so…” Replied the brunet as he was now slightly shy to be talked to in such a way.
-          “And that stone is rather heavy and huge…” Said the Twili. Isca blinked.
-          “Tatl, I’m still human.”
-          “Yeah, with big muscles.” Continued Link as he came to stand before the knight. “So be useful and push that big thing, won’t you?” Isca blinked, quite troubled to hear the Hero speaking to him that way. He looked down at him… Speechless. “Yeah, Mister Big Stallion. Go use that manliness of yours on the block.” Link shrugged and chuckled.
-          “Yes, Isca. Listen to Link. You’re the man, here.” Answered Tatl.
-          “Manly man.” Continued Link. “Very manly-“
-          “I get it.” Cut Isca. “Leave me alone both of you and I’ll push the damn stone block.” He said, a headache growing into his cranium as a general burst of laughs echoed into the room.
Under the pressure of the multiples smirks directed at his back, Isca neared the block and stared at it a moment. It was huge and made into some dark and seemingly heavy stone. There was a crescent with a small star carved into it and, briefly, he wondered if the block would attack him if he touched it.
So, he rested his right hand on it. The surface was hard and sleek, just like it seemed to be. He pressed his palm against the stone. Of course, it wouldn’t move, and he wasn’t surprised. The knight wasn’t that strong.
Isca sighed and pressed both of his hands upon the stony surface as he shook his head lightly. “It won’t move.” He said before he tried pushing the block.
-          “Just try it.” Answered Erk, who was getting impatient as standing in such a hot weather, unmoving, was hard on his system.
Totally sure that the block would never move with his mere strength, Isca mentally sighed before trying to push the stone.
And he was surprised to feel the stone block move… Slightly. With a scraping noise, the block started to get out of the way.
Isca growled as he pushed more.
And in a matter of seconds, all men of the group had gotten their hands against the block to push it away, as Tatl and Nami stared at the scene, smiling.
Quickly after, the stone was out of the way. Link chuckled, looking at it with his fists on his hips. “Smells like muscles.”
-          “No, you smell bad, and you’re the only one.” Answered Sheik before walking away. Isca smiled to himself as he walked back to Tatl. She looked up at him, with a content smirk on her lips.
-          “Told you you’d be strong enough.” Shy, he nodded as Link was wearing an insulted expression upon his face.
***
                The rooms were, very often, round-shaped. Not that it had any significance, but Link was good at focusing on useless details.
                However, some details weren’t useless…
                Link stopped as the group reached a closed door. He looked up and was soon imitated.
                “Within thy soul, what animal lies hidden?”
                Read out loud Nami to the rest of the group as she was pretty much the only one able to read Old Hylian, beside Erk. They looked at each other. “We have to answer to that question?” Wondered Link.
-          “Or find the answer behind the next door.” Simply answered Tatl as she furrowed, nausea making its way back into her body.
-          “Though solving this riddle might give us a nice advantage over our next opponents.” Replied Olwen as he crossed his arms over his chest. Link turned around and growled softly.
-          “A wolf.” Whispered Sheik. The Hylian looked at him, perplexed
-          “A wolf? What do you mean by that?”
-          “Your animal.” Explained Sheik. “Your inner animal is the wolf. Or, at least, a very bashful and predatory dog.” Link whined in a doggish way. “There.” The Sheikah smirked.
-          “What about me?” Asked Tatl as she rested a hand over her stomach.
-          “Some lazy, white tigress.” Answered Olwen, smirking playfully. Tatl glared up at him.
-          “My, thank you.”
-          “And Olwen’s a grumpy polar bear.” Stated Sheik, as he looked at the butler.
-          “I am not grumpy.” Stated the silver-haired man, flatly.
-          “Isca’s a lion.” Continued Tatl.
-          “And I am clearly a crow.” Replied Erk who still seemed uncomfortable in all this heat.
-          “Nami is a small dragon!” Stated Link as he rested his back against a wall. “All cute, but when it gets mad, it turns you to ashes.” There was a general burst of laughs, once again.
-          “And what about Sheik?” Asked Tatl when Nami had turned dark red.
-          “He’s some sexy black panther.” Stated the Hero of Time with a smirk. Sheik looked at him.
-          “Meow.” Answered the blond, which brought another episode of happy laughs.
-          “So. We’ll have to fight a bear, a wolf, a lion, a dragon, a crow, a tigress, and a panther?” Asked Erk as he raised an eyebrow. “Doesn’t that make a lot of rather dangerous animals all at once?” An uneasy feeling appeared as they stared once again at the inscription above the door.
-          “No ‘s’. It means there’ll be only one.” Explained Link.
-          “Or that each of us will have to fight one of these animals.” Added Olwen.
-          “I guess that the only way of discovering this is by opening that door and going inside that room?” Asked the Hylian before sighing.
-          “Most probably.” Answered Sheik.
***
They entered the next room with their weapons drawn, in complete and utter silence. The ceiling was high into that room, and it seemed small as a few feet ahead of them was a wall. And on the far right and far left were openings into the sandy blocks of the wall. The one on the left side was bigger, remarked Link.
Welcome to Hell.
Link gasped and froze as the voice was stronger, now, into his mind. So strong it was almost painful. “Link, watch out!” Screamed Nami. The Hylian spun around, forgetting about the voice, just in time to see three black and grey wolves fall from the ceiling and run towards him. Heart racing into his chest, and adrenaline already flowing within his veins, he started running towards the right opening and soon enough, disappeared into the door, the wolves growling as they followed him.
-          “Link!” Screamed Tatl as she started running towards the right side of the room.
However, she stopped abruptly as an abundance of creepy animals appeared from where Link had disappeared.
Crow.
Bear.
Tigress.
Dragon.
Lion.
And panther.
-          “I have the feeling we should all have said that we were squirrels…” Said Erk as he prepared a fire ball within his palms.
-          “Squirrels can be evil.” Stated Olwen, preparing needles.
-          “Shut up and run, will you?” Proposed Sheik as, dagger in hand, he back stepped slowly.
Tatl turned around, agreeing with Sheik, and she started to run towards the left opening… With the animals on her track, which inspired the rest of the crew to run away.
And when they all ran for the entrance into the wall at the same time, they understood why it was larger than the one on the right…
As soon as they entered into the next room, they also understood in what kind of sick game they now were: a labyrinth. Ahead of them was a corridor. So was another one to the left and to the right.
And a hoard of roaring and angry spirits behind them.
There was no time to think or talk, everyone got separated: Olwen and Nami to the left, Sheik and Tatl went ahead, as Isca and Erk ran for the right.
To the left side, Nami flew in her fairy shape beside the butler as he made his way through the corridors, choosing randomly where to turn. What was important, right now, was putting enough distance between themselves and the animals.
But in a labyrinth, there are roads that lead to dead ends. And Olwen found one quickly. And, sadly for the little duo, the panther and the crow found it as well…
In fact, the dead end was a more or less big room that was empty, and round.
A duelling ground; an arena.
Olwen growled lightly as he understood.
Nami gasped as the crow appeared above her and locked its hungry eyes upon the bug-like girl. She flew away, as fast as her wings would allow her, and the bird chased after her. The walls of the fighting ground was made of bricks and, beside these, were small cracks in which nothing quite big could enter, but dust and, perhaps, a small fairy.
Therefore, Nami rushed in between the sandy bricks.
The crow croaked in anger right before bringing its beak down upon the wall, hitting the bricks to make the crack large enough for him to reach his food.
Nami gasped and folded her wings as much as it was possible to get deeper between the walls, but she wasn’t small enough to go very far in.
And the crow was strong enough to slowly break the sandy bricks which were keeping Nami alive, and yet bringing her to her death as there was no way out… Only Olwen could do something, now.
On his side, the Sheikah was now walking slowly in circle with the black panther, as they wouldn’t stop staring at each other. The cat growled lowly, showing its pointy and sharp teeth. On his side, Olwen was calm, as always, though more alert than ever as he toyed with the needles between his fingers.
The panther growled more darkly. It suddenly stopped its feline walk, and its muscles flexed as it lowered its upper body, ready to jump and attack. Olwen stopped as well and he stared at the big cat.
Then, the black animal jumped.
Olwen dodged to the side with ease and speed before throwing a needle with an expert twist of the wrist. But the panther was also quick and athletic.
The big cat merely jumped out of the deadly needle’s trajectory and landed a little farther to the right. It growled menacingly at the silver-haired man. And it launched itself at him.
Olwen didn’t move. Not right away. Instead, he pressed a bandaged-covered finger against the wall behind him before running towards the animal.
It jumped towards the butler, but was warmly welcomed with a strong kick to the side of its face. The panther fell on its paws, and Olwen landed not too far to the side.
Once again, he touched the wall.
The cat turned swiftly to attack once again, but its prey was already running to another side of the round wall, touching the bricks every now and then.
The panther turned towards Olwen. He also faced the black cat.
The Sheikah and animal started running towards each other at the same time.
It tried to bite down a piece of the butler, but Olwen side stepped at the right moment. The cat roared in anger as the silver-haired man circled the panther.
A white string fell over the sleek black fur.
The cat turned to attack, and Olwen seemed to pull thin air towards himself in a neat movement.
It jumped and froze in midair.
The panther was held above the ground between multitudes of white strings. The Sheikah and the cat stared at each other.
And Olwen pulled the strings once again.
The animal shrieked as they cut through its skin, organs and bones. But no blood fell.
The panther merely disappeared into dark dust.
The Sheikah turned towards the croaking crow that was slowly destroying the wall and digging its way to Nami. He threw a needle which landed neatly in the bird’s head.
It also disappeared into thin air as the needle fell to the ground with a clicking noise.
Nami got out of her crack as Olwen was rolling the almost transparent string before hiding it back into his suit. “What was that?” Asked the fairy, her voice shaky, as she sat down upon the butler’s shoulder.
-          “Fighting string covered with diamond dust. A speciality of my tribe.” The bug-like girl nodded.
-          “It’s e-effective.”
-          “Indeed.” Olwen chuckled softly.
Behind them, a noise like the walls were being separated echoed. The Sheikah turned around. A door was now opened before them…
Still armed, Olwen engaged himself in the newly found opening.
***
                Panting heavily, Link pressed his back against a wall, as he stared with wide eyes at the ceiling. He was stuck into a labyrinth with hungry and angry wolves (which appeared to fancy green-clad heroes as their meal…), and from the ceiling, once in a while, some huge creepy hand fell down and tried to catch him.
                He had no idea what that hand would do to him, be he was sure that he wasn’t interested to learn about it…
                The wolves were sneaky, and the hand was worse. Therefore, he had to hide in order to catch his breath. He was in good shape, quick and able to run for a while… But not that long. And he knew it was only a matter of time until the bad doggies would find him.
                Again.
                Or the hand.
                He swallowed, glaring at the dark ceiling.
                As his heart regained a more normal beating rhythm, he wondered if he feared more the wolves or the hand. And, bringing all the factors together, he concluded that the hand was way creepier.
                And above him.
                Not taking his eyes off the ceiling had been the right thing to do as he never would have known of the shadowy fingers going down on him. So he jumped to the side, nervously, whining slightly as he fell on his ass.
                As the hand decided to walk towards him.
                Taking a closer look on the monster –because that was what it was-, Link could clearly see how skeletal the hand was. And it looked like it had been taking right off of a corpse as it was of a very, very purplish shade of colour…
                The shade that a dead corpse would take, after a while of rotten activities.
                Nevertheless, it moved quickly, and much like a spider.
                Groaning in fear as his skin seemed to tickle, and hair raised upon it, he backed up as far as he could until his back reached a wall.
                If Sheik would have been there, he would have yelled at him for whining and staying on his ass. He would have taken care of the hand. Anyone would have done it. Anyone but him.
                His heroism was being discussed, very visibly, here.
                Hm, I share your thoughts, boy, you’re nothing like a Hero… Ah!
                Link gasped softly as the voice in his head invaded his thoughts and disappeared right after. Once again.
                And the hand was dangerously close to his foot.
                Might it would have been able; it would have laughed at the Hylian’s traumatised face.
                And Link had to move, because no one would be there to save his sorry ass, this time. And, sincerely, if he wasn’t able to kill a hand…
                Yes, that would be lame.
                Growling, roaring, Link got up suddenly. He would deal with the hand. Then, with the voice. No one was allowed to screw up with his mind. No one but himself.
                Don’t worry, I ain’t a stranger.
                He raised his left hand and grabbed the pommel of the Master Sword, quickly, roughly, and he drew the blade, screaming.
                The bluish metal of the legendary weapon cut through the air with a “woush”-ing noise, right before it transformed into wet echoes. The hand would have shriek as the blade of Evil’s Bane went through its rotten flesh and cut it in two, burning the tissues on its way.
                The weird monster fell to the side, fuming, before it disappeared into black dust.
                Painting because of the adrenaline rush, he stared down at the ground. “I don’t know who you are… But I know you’re hiding in this fucking temple… And I’m gonna get you…” Link whispered as his hold tightened around the handle of his sword.
                There was no inner answer.
                And, sincerely, he didn’t believe that the voice would provide with one. But he knew that it had heard him and, somewhere in the shadows, Link was well aware that he was being watched…
                Taking a deep breath, he stared around the corridors. He had no idea where to go, but he believed he’d be alone for a while, now. The wolves seemed dead or gone, and the hand had evaporated. Perhaps he’d be allowed to breathe for a little while?
***
                Tatl sat down against the farthest of the walls surrounding them.
                The whole group –without Link- was now stuck into a more or less big rectangular room. No issues to get out as the doors closed themselves behind them.
                The room contained a window –and only a window- that gave into a much, much bigger area. A fighting area.
                The ceiling of that room was pierced in the middle for the sun rays to invade it.
                But having that sun ray right into the middle of the room meant that everywhere around were shadows…
                At the thought, Olwen growled softly.
                They were going to be the witness of the final fight.
                And, back into her corner of the room, Tatl quickly got on her knees right before she threw up. Violently.
                The crew turned around at the noise to look at her as she shook above the ground. Isca hurried to the sick Twili. “Are you okay?” He asked, crouching beside her. Tatl looked up at him… Her eyes clouded. She fled his stare to lock eyes with Olwen.
                He offered her a severe gaze. She felt like crying and hurrying into his arms… But right now was impossible…
                So she looked up at Isca and forced a smile upon her lips. “I’m a little sick, but I’ll be fine for the time being, don’t worry.”
                He sighed softly, inspecting her with his dark blue eyes before nodding.
                “I think that you all should close in to this window and take a look…” Suddenly broke in Erk who was standing by the window, arms crossed over his chest, and staring into the arena…
                Link was now into the room, and had stopped right at the entrance, as he was visibly looking at the circle of pure light in the middle of the arena…
                Sheik closed in.
                And a shiver ran through his spine.
***
                In the end, Link had found his way into the labyrinth. Only to end up in a little fighting area in which the wolves were waiting. It had taken him some time to take care of the beasts, but he was a good archer…
                Anyhow, he succeeded without many injuries, but a few scratches.
                When the enemies had disappeared into dust, a door had appeared into the wall. As well as a chest in the middle of that room. And into that chest was a very pretty –and kind of creepy- mirror shield.
                On it was the same emblem as on the block that Isca had pushed, a few hours earlier: a moon crescent with a small star, along with some details on the lowest part of it. The contours were bright red.
                And it was heavier than the traditional –and pretty destroyed, now- Hylian shield.
                Link stared at the new item a moment, wondering if he really should give up on his previous one…
                A moment later, the Hylian Shield was into the open chest, and Link had disappeared into the opening in the wall…
                And he stopped as soon as he entered the next room and the door behind him shut itself. A very weird feeling invaded the Hero, raping his mind. So he stood still and examined what was around him.
                In fact, there was nothing in this empty room, but a round opening into the ceiling, in the middle of it, and from where a very bright source of light was entering the area. He looked at the walls: they all were empty.
                So he cautiously walked towards the light, shield and sword drawn…
***
                Sheik knocked against the window with all his might as Link was walking towards the center of the room. But he couldn’t hear or see them… Visibly.
                The Hylian had stared right at Sheik for a brief instant, previously, and the blond had thought that he had seen them. But the way Link had then looked away meant that, in fact, this window had only one way: it was meant for them to watch him. They wouldn’t be able to help. Not at all.
                Holding her stomach, Tatl stood beside the Sheikah, looking pale as she followed Link’s movement across the room with her eyes.
                At that moment, she would have given anything to be able to talk to him…
                She brushed her belly with the tip of her fingers.
                Nami gasped, which brought the Twili’s attention back to the scene that she would soon enough be witnessing.
                She also gasped as Sheik’s eyes widened.
                On the right side of the light source was Link.
                On the left side of it was…
***
                Link stood in the shadow right beside the light. He stared up. The sky above was of the bluest shade of blue. He smiled lightly as his lids closed at the intensity of the brightness.
                Welcome…
                He froze and opened his eyes wide, staring right ahead of him… But he couldn’t see anything, now that he had been exposed to the light…
                “Welcome…” Repeated the voice… Which was now in the same room as him, and not within his cranium.
                Link took a step back, preparing his shield and sword.
-          “Who are you?” He growled. And he was answered by a chuckle… One he knew so well that the hair at the base of his neck stood up.
-          “And you, who are you? Hm?” He sidestepped to the right, and stopped dead in his track as he was now seeing a silhouette into the darkness… A silhouette he knew… “What is it? Cat got your tongue?” Arms crossed over his chest, the shadow was breathing arrogance. “And here I thought you had a pretty sly tongue…”
-          “Who are you…” Whispered Link, once again, as he felt very suddenly defenceless.
The shadow started to walk towards him. And all Link could do was blink.
Dressed the same way.
Walking the same way.
Same arrogance.
Same smile.
But red eyes, silver hair and way too white skin…
It chuckled. “See who I am, now?” Link took a step back.
-          “I’m changing my question: what are you?”
-          “Isn’t it obvious? I am you… Only a little darker.” The real Hylian chuckled.
-          “And here I thought I was kind of a dark character…”
-          “You were wrong.”
Link never saw the first blow coming. In the time it took him to think, a black mirror shield was hitting him hard. So hard that he fell down on the ground and the dim gloss of a black Master Sword over his neck was the only indication that the blade was there.
That, and the pointy end of it against Link’s throat. “Come on. Try to be a man. Put up a fight.” The dark blond growled as he locked eyes with his dark twin.
The red eyes flashed in the darkness… Then it disappeared.
Instantly, Link got up, sword ready to hit.
But his dark reflection was… Nowhere…
Nowhere to be seen…
Link yelled in agony as a long cut appeared on his right forearm, and he turned around just in time to block another blow… Which would have proven deadly, most probably. Dark Link disappeared again, chuckling. “Can you defeat yourself?”
Link now turned around into the darkness, ignoring how his blood was dripping to the ground as he moved and panicked.
And then, he saw it, briefly… Red eyes coming to his meeting…
He turned towards them.
However, Link was deadly clumsy… And he tripped over his own foot. With a surprise scream, he fell down on his ass, in the middle of the spot of light.
The sun rays fell hardly upon the mirror surface of the Hero’s shield, which projected the light right into the shadows of the room, and right into the direction of the dark copy.
The light hit him. He screamed as he appeared clearly into the darkness, for the first time. He stared up at Link, growling in pain. He kneeled and dark smoke rose into the air above him. “Fuck you…” Sneered the dark twin.
-          “You’re welcome, asshole.” Link glared at his enemy as he got up. Dark chuckled softly, evilly, as he slowly started to disappear, once again.
Link stood into the light, holding the mirror shield close to him. Dark Link wouldn’t be able to touch him into the light… But he was free to move around the shadows…
Therefore, Link had only a very small spot where he was almost safe (he wouldn’t be safe if the dark copy were to use the length of the Master Sword to his advantage) and his evil twin had… Everything else in which he could roam around freely.
Link observed the room, cautiously.
The red eyes were nowhere to be seen, and the Hylian’s nerves were starting to be more than affected. The cut upon his arm was burning, and slowly creating a small pool at his feet.
And nothing would happen… The room was still and quiet. No evil twin to be seen… No nothing.
***
Tatl was staring at Link with wide and terrorised eyes. The pool of blood at his feet was more than enough to traumatise her, right now.
And why wasn’t that shadow-bitch appearing, yet?!
“It won’t come out as long as he stands in the light.” Answered Olwen, as if he had heard the Twili’s thought. She looked at him.
-          “Then what is he doing?” She asked, worried sick. Isca looked down at her, perplexed.
-          “I don’t think he has fully understood everything yet.” Replied Sheik, calmly, as his eyes were glued to his little brother’s back. Erk looked at the blond.
-          “Explain what you mean.”
-          “The enemy, here, is Link’s shadow: Link himself. When he stands in the light, he is the Hero of Time, and it is a metaphor of purification. Using the light to kill his evil self is all about purifying his spirit, as we are into the spirit temple, after all.” Sheik looked at the mage. “As long as he is within the light, the darkness cannot be. Dark Link isn’t triggered.” The black haired man considered the explanation, nodding softly.
-          “I see. So as long as he stays in the light, he is safe, but he cannot fight himself. So he has to admit the darkness that’s in him to be able to fight it and suppress it.”
-          “Yes, and the only way to kill his dark twin is to use the light.”
-          “And the Master Sword.” Pointed Nami’s small voice as she was standing, in her human body, between Sheik and Erk. “It is the blade of Evil’s Bane. Even though Link uses the light to purify Dark Link, he will need to deliver the final blow with the sword.” She said, her voice small. Sheik shifted his weight upon his left hip.
-          “Then he will have to be quick, because his copy recovers fast, after an attack.” Said he.
-          “Yes, but if he brings him into the light source, I think that will be more effective than aiming at him with the shield.” Continued the mage. Olwen chuckled.
-          “I want to see him drag his dark self into the light source.” Said the butler, as he stood beside Tatl. She looked up at him.
-          “This is no joking time, Olwen.” She scolded him. The silver-haired man looked down at her.
-          “It is always time for a joke, milady.”
***
Tired of waiting, Link finally took a step into the darkness. As soon as he was fully emerged, the dark twin laughed.
Link hurried back into the light.
He lifted his shield to capture the sun and propelled it into the darkness of the room. Only problem: because he was in the light, he couldn’t see a thing that was happening in the shadows…
Link growled loudly.
Turning around, he projected the light in every area of the room, but he always seemed to miss the shadow…
And perhaps that was because he wasn’t aiming at the right place, because the tip of the black Master Sword suddenly appeared to slash diagonally at his back.
Link gasped and turned around, breathing heavily.
The leather of his tunic was cut… But the chainmail underneath it had taken the blow… All of it. “You fear the darkness, but being in the light won’t protect you… Hero.” Dark Link chuckled.
And he was gone in the shadows again.
Link was shaking, and he realised it only then. He realised at that moment how the Master Sword was heavy and his arms were weak… And how much blood he had lost. Still holding the sword, he pulled open his right sleeve to see the cut correctly.
The cut wasn’t far from that big vein that goes through the forearm… And it was still dripping blood.
Now, he was worried.
Feeling he had no more time to lose in this fight if he did not wished to wait to pass out and die of blood loss, he took a deep breath and walked into the darkness.
***
Erk stared at the Hero’s back, arms crossed over his chest. “He’s lost a lot of blood.” He pointed. Sheik nodded… Darkly.
-          “He hasn’t realised it…”
-          “I’m no healer, but I am pretty sure that he should end up this fight quickly before he collapses.” Continued the mage.
-          “He will be alright.” Said Olwen. “He’s lost more blood in other fights, and he survived.” Sheik glared up at him.
-          “We were there to make sure he wouldn’t die.” Pointed the blond, dryly. Olwen merely looked down at him.
-          “This is not our fight, Sheik.” The smaller Sheikah’s stare didn’t soften.
-          “No, but he is mine.”
***
Dark Link appeared quickly. Link tried to keep his self control.
Can you defeat youself?
“Come here, asshole! Show me that you are the man!” Shouted the dirty blond. Dark Link merely chuckled in the shadows. “Stop the dirty fighting and dare show your face!”
A black mirror shield collided with Link’s lightened version. Crimson plunged into sky blue. “I accept your challenge.” The Hylian smiled.
-          “I knew you would. I never turn down a dare.”
Dark Link attacked from underneath their shields, but Link was able to block the hit with his sword. The twin chuckled, took a step back before jumping in the air to deliver a blow at the Hero’s head. With his shield, Link blocked and hurriedly counter-attacked with a stab to the enemy’s throat.
Dark blocked, and as his feet regained the ground, he swung his sword horizontally.
Link had enough time to block most of the attack with his sword, but the tip of the dark blade hit his side roughly. He groaned in pain, but he the chainmail had protected him, once again.
He would have, however, one hell of a bruise. If he survived.
Dark took a step back, so did Link.
And then, the dark twin, jumped forward, shield first, intending to break through Link’s defence.
The Hylian put his shield ahead to stop the blow, but the attack was stronger that he thought it would be, and Link lost his balance, making a very nice opening into his guard. Dark took the opportunity to swing his sword at the dirty blond’s neck.
Happily, Link was fast enough to move out so the attack wouldn’t be deadly… The dark blade only created a nice cut on his right cheek. He groaned in pain and surprise as hot and viscous liquid fell upon his skin.
Briefly, he thought that he was about to be emptied of his blood in that room.
Dark brought his sword back and prepared for another attack.
Link pushed his weight forward, regaining his balance, and charged, sword and shield ahead.
Surprised, Dark chuckled painfully as the Master Sword stabbed through his left thigh. Black blood started to make its way down the evil twin’s leg. “No that bad.” He whispered, his stare more menacing than ever. “But now, you die.”
A warrior scream escaped Dark’s throat as he plunged forward.
Link’s stare lit up.
The evil twin launched himself at the Hero of Time.
And Link let his weight fall down on the ground.
Dark’s eyes widened as he understood he had been tricked… As Link’s boot connected with his chest and the Hylians hands grabbed his shoulders. With strength that was unknown to Link himself, he threw Dark over him, right into the light source.
The evil twin fell heavily on the ground, and started to scream violently as the light burnt him fiercely. He stayed down, letting go of his shield and sword as the light penetrated him and dark smoke made its way out of his body.
Link sat up. When he had projected Dark into the light, the black mirror shield had hit him nicely on the forehead. He was now dizzy. Really dizzy.
He looked over at his dark copy. He was agonizing, and yet, not dying.
Helping himself with the Master Sword, Link got up. He walked; he limped, to his dark twin, and locked eyes with him.
Link raised his sword.
“You were predictable, asshole.”
And he brought his sword down upon Dark Link.
With a final scream, the evil twin changed into dark dust and disappeared.

And Link collapsed right where Dark had died: in the middle of the spot of light.

To Pintura : Thank you for reviewing and I am glad that you are the first one to do so as your comment was constructive. I am more than glad that you took the time to think about the character development, as it is of greatest importance in this story. I am repeating myself, but I am much more than glad that you commented over my OCs, as I pretty much love them and I did all I could to make them part of the story and fit within the universe. Once again, thank you, and don't be afraid to review again ;)

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