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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
- 17
- 18
- 19
XVII

                Sheik looked up, puzzled. Styx, whom he hadn’t seen in what seemed to be a millennium (or perhaps two) was walking, holding his head low and looking nervous, with Link who bore a complete mask of no emotions whatsoever. Either the young Sheikah had told him the truth about Ganondorf and Link was now on the edge of suicide, or the Hylian was really starting to develop a new personality, and a bipolar disorder.
                Styx stopped walking. He turned towards the Hero of Time, looked up at him with his wide, pitying red eyes. “I’m sorry…”
                IF Link had been in his usual state of mind, he would have either shrugged it off with a stupid joke or merely smiled at the kid to make him feel better. But he did nothing of this and walked past the young Sheikah without even looking at him. The White-haired boy sighed, then turned around to look at Sheik. “I’m not here to kill anyone. I just needed to tell you and Link the truth about everything. I ran from Ganondorf to do this…” Explained the boy in a small voice.
                Sheik nodded, understanding what Styx was about to say out loud. The blond looked above his shoulder. Link had disappeared. With Nami.
- “He’s the one behind everything that’s happening in Hyrule… He knew all along about Link’s true identity, but he tried to keep it concealed to him so he could use Link as his playtoy… As a Dark Link, a Hero of the Darkness and Evil. But, happily, Zelda snatched him away…”
- “That’s what you told Link, I presume?” Asked Sheik as he stared at the boy.
- “Y-yes…”
Sheik sighed heavily as he brought his hand to his face.
***
                Nami sat beside Link. They were both installed on a big half boulder, which provided a nice natural seat. At their feet was the cliff that was leading to Dodongo’s Cavern. The cliff that seemed so appropriate to commit suicide it was almost comical.
                But right now, nothing held anything comical to the duo.
                Link stared at the emptiness before him with, what seemed to be too much interest. The fairy examined his features, she sighed. She understood. “Talk to me.” She commanded, softly.
                He chuckled. Lowly, sadly. In fact, it stayed in his throat which was too tight to allow him to speak. All he could do was to hold back. Hold back from falling down to his knees and cry, sob. Hold back from screaming his rage to the world. Hold back from running straight into the deadly emptiness of the cliff.
                So he didn’t move.
                Softly, Nami took Link’s hand into hers. It was funny, how her hands were small compared to his. “Link… You can’t keep all that inside. You’re going to break.”
                He whispered something.
- “What?” Asked Nami.
- “I’m already broken.”
                She stared at his profile. She stared at the rings under his eyes, at the way he had lost his sparkle of energy, of malice, of… Innocence.
              A Hero he had become, it was true : he would survive every hardship, kill dragons and save princesses. He was able. He had risen to the role.
                But at what price?
- “I’ve been used. Abused. And abused again.” Link stated. Voice, expression empty. “This kingdom has taken everything it could from me. Everything I was willing to offer and everything I’ve wanted to keep. Now, I’m alone and broken. A shell of myself. An empty vessel holding a fucking sword to defeat whatever will be put in my way.” He marked a pause, stared in the distance. “I am the Hero of Time.” He turned to stare at Nami. His eyes were icier than ever. “And nothing’s going to stop me because I have no fear anymore.” He stopped, seemingly half-way into his speech. Perhaps it was to think, perhaps it was because he did not feel like talking more.
- “Link, you’re not alone in this quest-“
- “Yes I am.”
He rose and left, his steps steady and shoulders proud.
As Nami stared at his back, she thought that yes, he was the Hero of Time…
The one man sacrificed in the name of the Holy kingdom of Hyrule.
***
Link hadn’t talked. Even to Sheik, he was being quiet. He did not bear any expression of pain or anger. He was just being flatly cold, neutral. If someone were to ask him something, he would answer, sometimes comment what was going on, but he did not smile, did not pronounce any unnecessary word.
Going down all the way from the mountain top to the village took a few hours. The morning had been sunny, even hot. But as they were going down, the smell of fire started to rise to their noses and clouds of smoke slowly covered the sky. Worried, the crew exchanged stares or worry. “You think this is coming from Kakariko?” Asked Link with no emotion.
- “It’s highly possible…” Answered Sheik.
- “We should hurry, then.”
With that said, the Hero of Time started to jog. The rest of the team followed behind.
Link was right: the smoke and fire were coming from Kakariko. So were the screams and the yelling animals. Some slaughter party was going on, apparently.
And, also apparently, Tatl and Zelda were somewhere in there.
Link started running faster, proving his physical shape had improved drastically since the beginning of this quest. On his heels, the Sheikahs were following, and behind was the mage and Nami who was flying. They were heading towards Impa’s house.
They reached it soon enough… Only to find its front door opened widely and the roof on fire. Without much of a second thought, Link was inside, screaming Tatl’s name, hoping to find her, and to find her alive.
Her and the kid…
Helpless, the crew waited outside, staring at the village around. Sheik turned towards the rest of them : “I’m going to stay with Link. You go around the village and help the people.” He commanded.
In the blink of an eye, everyone dispatched in different directions.
Sheik turned back towards the house. He cursed. “Link? Link!” From one of the windows on the second floor, the Hylian appeared. He had ashes everywhere.
- “They’re not in there!”
- “Then come OUT!”
Link nodded quickly before disappearing once again. The roof started to collapse as Sheik’s anxiety reached hits own roof. Sweating from the heat, he waited, powerless, to see his goddamn brother come out of there, alive and not burnt.
His wish was fulfilled a moment later as Link appeared from the house, in one piece, covered in ashes.
- “Let’s find them.” Said he as he ran past Sheik.
The Sheikah followed.
***
Tatl held a massive barrier in front of her. Sweat started to appear on her forehead as she protected a whole bunch of villagers, behind her. On the other side of her magical shield, some big goblins holding swords were screaming as they kept hitting the protective wall. She did not know how long she was going to keep that barrier before being too exhausted to even stand, but she wasn’t going to let these people die.
The beasts laughed as they brought their blades down upon the dark purple, transparent shield. Each blow made the barrier weaker, though it was not about to break, Tatl knew that it would come down to an end, at some point. So she needed some damn help, and she hoped it would come in the shape of a warrior she knew well.
And she got was she was hoping for soon enough, but it wasn’t Link.
Some very, very nasty fireball appeared from the right. The beasts turned their heads just in time for Tatl to see their disgusting smiles disappear into expression of incredible fear as the big, burning ball was coming quickly towards them. One of the monsters dropped its sword in surprise as the ball hit.
With a nice burning noise, the fireball wiped out the creatures. A moment ago, there were monsters, the next… There were none.
Smiling, Tatl dropped her shield and sighed heavily, letting her weight fall to her knees as the villagers behind her started running towards the town’s gates. Most of them would be safe, now.
When the Twili looked up, Erk was standing there, presenting her his hand. She took it and he helped her to her feet.
“Thank you, Erk.”
- “The pleasure was mine, you can be sure of that…” He smirked.
Tatl laughed softly at the pyromaniac habits of the mage before turning towards the village.
- “The others?” She asked.
- “We dispatched around the village to save as much people as we could.”
She nodded.
- “Then let’s go.”
***
Olwen loved rooftops, and he loved needles. Usually, that was a deadly combination. On top of the Windmill, with Nami by his side, the enemies had no chance to even think about surviving. He chuckled darkly, eyes flashing lightly as he was enjoying this rampage.
- “Three to the right.” Informed the fairy.
The Sheikah moved his wrist. The monsters died.
- “There’s a small group to the North.”
It was a matter of time until they were a dead, small group. Olwen chuckled again.
- “You’re slightly sadistic, aren’t you?” Asked the fairy. “To the left, a big one.”
Three needles to the forehead later, it was dead.
- “I guess I enjoy bloodbaths, once in a while.” Said the butler, playfully.
- “Such a hidden part of you.” Nami laughed softly. “Behind Sheik.”
***
                Sheik had lost Link in a fight. A monster had jumped on him and the Hylian hadn’t seen it as he was dashing through the streets, covered in the enemy’s blood. Now, the blond was trying to make his way through the crowds of goblins without being butchered. Up until now, he was doing fine.
                There was a nasty growl behind him. He turned just in time to see the big monster rise his sword above his head, intending to slice the Sheikah in two. Sheik raised his daggers, intending to block the blow, or try to.
              But something shiny appeared in the creature’s forehead. It groaned pathetically before falling to the ground, dead. Sheik looked up and turned around. On the Windmill’s top, he saw Olwen and Nami. The butler waved at him and the blond chuckled.
                He had the distinct feeling that he had some kind of dark angel watching over his back…
***
                Zelda was running, her skirts ripped and stained with blood that was not hers. Hair undone and wild, scratches upon her porcelain skin, bruises and ashes everywhere… Nothing about her showed her rank anymore.
                And she couldn’t care less.
                She was exhausted for she had used too many of her powers to keep wounded villagers and soldiers alive, but she was not allowed to rest, not now.
                Her life was in danger.
                The attack on Kakariko was random and it had taken her some time to understand why this was happening. But when she saw the enemy… She knew. They were here to take her, kidnap her… Kill her.
                He was there to tear the triforce away from her.
                Dying wasn’t inviting to Zelda. But having the triforce stolen from her by that man was simply unthinkable. She preferred to die alone somewhere or ripped by some other creature than here, where her body could be so easily mutilated with Black Magic.
                She needed to escape.
                Or she needed Link.
                One way or another, if her life was taken, the triforce had to be hidden and protected.
                She ran through the dark alleys of the town, knowing where she was going: the village’s gates. Once in the field, she would be able to hide, she could run to the Zora’s Domain or towards Kokiri Forest… Anywhere.
                But her plan was constantly compromised as monsters appeared in front and behind her, trying to stop her. She remarked that they did not held weapons, the ones after her, which reassured her in one point: he wanted her alive.
                Probably to torture, abuse and destroy her honour before getting rid of what would remain of the princess’ body. He was that cruel, after all.
                Zelda ran, holding a golden dagger. It was a small weapon Impa had given her and she had always kept it. The Sheikah had taught the princess a few skills as well…
                She was clumsy, but it had proven useful more than once today as she had wounded her enemies, allowing her more time to try to escape.
              But Zelda was getting tired from running, exhausted, dehydrated by the heat, by the effort. She was getting slower.
              A monster appeared, suddenly, in front of her. She screamed in surprised before forcing herself to shut her mouth. Growling in a way that she would never have before, she swiped her blood-stained dagger at the monster’s muscular arms, ripping some flesh apart. The creature screamed, before launching himself towards the princess, enraged.
                Zelda tried to dodge, receiving blood from the angry monster’s wound on her face. But she tripped on her ripped skirt, which made her fall to the ground.
                In a matter of second, hands were strongly set around her waist.
                She panicked, started to shake as she brought the blade down upon the monster’s wrist. He saw the blow coming and, before she reached him, he slapped the Princess of Destiny hard on the cheek. A scream of shock escaped her lips, as well as some blood, and she let her only weapon fall from her hands.
                “No!”
                Zelda tried to turn to reach the dagger, but she was already being brought up from the ground. She screamed. The monster growled darkly and grabbed her jaws, forcing her to look up at him. Glaring at his dark eyes, she froze in fear at the thought of what could happen to her, in that dark alley, with her skirts ripped apart.
                But what she feared wouldn’t happen, for the creature merely held her with enough strength to break all her bones at the same time. Chuckling in victory, the big, green monster took her with him, bringing the Princess of Destiny to his master.
***
                Link had seen Zelda run towards a back alley. He had called her names, but she hadn’t heard him and kept running away. He followed her, but had been busy a few moments with some monsters that he had no difficulty to cut in two.
                Covered in blood, ashes and dirt, he reached the dark alley.
                She was nowhere.
                “Zel?” He called, looking around. There was no one or nothing in that alley but the fait screams of villagers being slaughtered in the distance. It was a background noise, right now, something that his ears did not filtered anymore. “Zel?” He called, again.
                Walking, slowly and yet alerted, he inspected his surroundings. In front of him was a broken crate. There was blood on the ground beside it. Suddenly worried, he walked towards the small puddle, hoping it wasn’t the princess’ blood…
                But what caught his attention was the golden dagger (well, it was most probably golden under all that blood) that lay, in the puddle, right behind the crate. Sighing, Link grabbed it and inspected it: the weapon looked royal enough to have been Zelda’s belonging.
                He looked up at the end of the alley.
                The Princess of Destiny was now in danger and she needed her Hero.
                Wasn’t it slightly predictable?
                In fact, Link was surprised that she hadn’t been captured before.
                Sighing in resignation, he packed the dagger before making his way back into the streets.
                He had a kingdom to save…
                And a princess.
***
                The village was surprisingly quiet now. More alerted than if a dragon was coming from the ground (and he knew that feeling well…), Link walked around, brows furrowed. Something nasty was clearly going on. And it certainly had something to do with Zelda being captured.
                Still holding his shield and sword, the Hylian made his way towards the Village’s gates. He had the feeling that what he was looking for, and he had doubts about what he’d find, would be there.
                His suspicions proved quite right when he remarked the gathering of his friends, partners, at the gates. Hurrying, he neared them just in time to see what he feared.
                Taller than ever, hair as red as lava and clad in black armor, Ganondorf was as intimidating as ever. A large grin on his face, he held Zelda against him, a black dagger pointing at her throat, the tip of the blade already drawing blood.
- “Anyone moves a toe and your dear princess is dead.” The Gerudo king said, his voice darkly cruel.
- “GANON!” It was more a growl than a scream that escaped Link’s throat as he dashed towards the Dark Lord.
A chuckle, a noise, something as evil as Hell escaped the red haired man’s lips.
- “And here comes the Hero of Time.” With the hand he wasn’t menacing to kill Zelda, Ganondorf created a small ball of energy. It was black and bright yellow. He laughed again, waiting.
Link appeared between Olwen and Erk, sword drawn, as he launched himself at the man who had abused him more than anyone else. Still grinning, Ganondorf released the energy ball at the Hylian.
Link’s eyes widened as he saw the ball arrive, as he felt it connect with his chest and his feet leave the ground. He flew in the air a few seconds before landing heavily and his body was filled with electricity. Shaking uncontrollably, it felt like thousands of needles were piercing his skin, muscles, nerves and bones. Paralysed, every nerves of the Hylian’s body screamed in agony as the pain was, frankly, the worst he had felt in his entire life.
Tatl gasped and turned to run towards him. But she stopped before hurrying to the Hylian:
- “I said not to move a toe, Twilight Princess.” Called Ganondorf. “You move, she dies.”
Tatl turned around, glared at the tanned man with tears of rage into her eyes. She growled at him.
Then she returned her attention to Link. He was laying on his side, breathing heavily, his back to her. She was showing her profile to the evil man and he did not miss a very interesting information that her dress was giving him: she was pregnant. And judging by her attitude towards the knocked out Hero of Time, he risked being the father…
Ganondorf laughed darkly.
- “I see that you are quite… Tied to the Hero.”
Tatl glared at him.
- “You’re an asshole!” She screamed.
- “Watch your language, or Zelda isn’t the only one I’m going to finish off, here.” He nodded towards Link. “You wouldn’t want to have to raise a child alone, would you?”
Her eyes widened as she brought her hands to her belly, speechless under the mountain of curses she would have wanted to yell at the Gerudo.
- “That is what I thought.” He continued. “Then you should keep your beautiful lips shut, dearest, or I’ll kill your dear boyfriend right here, right now.”
- “What’s keeping you from killing him?” Asked Sheik.
Ganondorf looked at him, he smiled.
- “Sheik. It’s been a while.”
- “Answer.” The Sheikah’s fists were clenched tightly as it was hard for him not kill the bastard bare-handed.
Ganondorf’s smile fell.
- “Because it would be far too easy.”
- “You are underestimating us, Link.” Replied the blond.
Ganondorf laughed whole-heartedly, making the ground almost shake under their feet.
- “We shall see this.”
He moved his free hand above Zelda’s forehead. She gasped lowly before her body went limp. She fell into Ganondorf’s waiting and not comforting arms. He smiled at the crew as he felt the tension in their stances. As soon as he’d look away, he would be attacked from everywhere at once.
He wouldn’t let this happen.
Ganondorf casted his gaze down upon the Hylian on the ground. He was still moving, that was impulsive in itself. “Link. If this kingdom is worth saving to you… I’ll be waiting to show you how wrong you are at my castle. I recommend you hurry. I never succeeded to keep pets alive very long…” He grinned evilly before turning around.
“I forgot to mention: the pain won’t go away for a while.”
Laughing, he felt the crew’s movement as they started to run towards him. A portal opened right before the Dark Lord. Grinning, he entered into it with Zelda in his arms, right as Sheik’s dagger was about to hit his back.
But Sheik hit nothing and he lost his balance before falling to the ground.
Behind, Tatl hurried to Link. She kneeled beside him and touched his arm. He screamed in pain. “Don’t touch me!” The Hylian growled as he snapped his arm away from her. Erk kneeled beside them.
- “He uses very strong paralysing magic mixed with electricity. Right now, the shocks are still traumatizing his nerves. This is a nasty attack that he’s taken nastily… I’m surprised he’s still alive, in fact.” Explained the mage.
- “Let’s keep an eye on him until he recovers.” Said Olwen who was helping Sheik to his feet.
Tatl sighed as she stared, powerless, at Link who was suffering before her…
***
                It was night. No one was remaining in the village but their group. They had started a fire with debris to keep Link warm. The Hylian had finally fallen asleep. Or he had lost consciousness, it wasn’t clear. Tatl, sitting beside him, was watching over his sleeping self. He was calm, now, at least. She caressed his hair, softly. Sheik was gone to the cemetery.
                Olwen prepared a meal for the group as Erk was behind, learning as much spells as he could before the final fight would come. And it was coming quickly…
                Beside him, Nami was thinking by herself, staring at the fire before her. The end was coming. Her end…
                And she had to tell them. She had to tell Erk, alas… But when?
                She had so much to tell him and so little time…
                Nami sighed softly. She looked up at the mage. He smiled to her and she drew closer, resting her head upon his shoulder.
                It would wait.
***
                The cemetery was as dark as always. It was as haunted as it should be and as not welcoming as he believed he would find it. Yet, Sheik entered the Temple of Shadow proudly. Down, right before the entrance was some kind of pedestal surrounded with lots of torches. With patience, he lit every of these torches before turning towards the pedestal.
                On it appeared the face of what had been Bongo-Bongo, the Guardian Spirit of the Sheikahs. But he was now dead and, sincerely, Sheik wondered if there remained any kind of God in Hyrule, now that the temples had been infested and cleansed. Yet, he kneeled before the pedestal.
                He had never done that before, but he knew that this was common among his kin. He did not know exactly what to do or what to say, but he had to… He felt the need.
                Sheik knew, for example, that Olwen often did this, late at night, when they were in Kakariko. The few Sheikahs still alive would do this every night they spent in the village.
                He installed his joined hands upon the stony surface. Nothing felt holy in there. Nothing felt invested with powers of any kind. The only thing that inhabited this temple was the smell and feeling of Death. Death of a population, death of a God.
                “I don’t know why I’m doing this… No, it’s more like I don’t know how to do it.” He stared at the drawing of the dead Spirit on the stone. “I don’t even know if there is still something to pray within Hyrule. I don’t know if something is remaining in this kingdom to make it worth saving… All that’s remaining is Death, and that is, usually, the absence of life… So I’m wondering if You, Entity that I’m not sure about the existence, will You give me an answer?”
                He waited, looking around. Nothing happened.
                “I want to know, if You are listening… Is it worth sacrificing ourselves? Is the Kingdom of Hyrule worth saving, worth giving it a second chance at the price of our lives?”
                A chilly wind blew into the temple and the fire danced softly, making weird and creepy drawings upon the walls. Sheik paid it no attention. He stared at his hands.
                “Tomorrow, when Link will wake up, we will leave for Castle Town, or what’s remaining of it, and reach Ganondorf’s Castle. Tomorrow, Link will risk his life, possibly sacrifice himself for the Greater Good and he will ask me if it’s worth it, and I want to be able to give him an answer. And if You don’t help me, I won’t be able to do that. I won’t be able to give him that answer.”
                The wind kept blowing, the flames keep dancing. But Sheik didn’t look around. He waited.
                “So… I guess that even You are clueless…”
                And a greater wind blew, surprising the blond man. He looked behind him and saw, for the first time, the drawings of the shadows on the walls. And a very, very powerful shiver went down his spine as his eyes widened.
                The answer
                Was written on one of the walls.
                Is within
                On another wall.
                Your Eye.
                On the last one.
                “What does that mean?!” Screamed the Sheikah. But the wind was way too strong and it killed the torches, one after the other, erasing the divine answer at the same time.
                Sheik slammed his fists down on the pedestal and growled. Frustrated, he left the temple.
                He did not feel like going back the group. He did not feel like sharing this enigma with anyone else and took it as a personal challenge. And he had to find the solution before Link would ask him the fatal question:
                Was it right to sacrifice one single man’s life in order to save others?
                Was it worth saving the ruins that were Hyrule?
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