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The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy	By : Gamesplayers Category: Zelda > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Legacy
- 2-I
- 3-II
- 4-III
- 5-IV
- 6-V
- 7-VI
- 8-VII
- 9-VIII
- 10-IX
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I
He saw the boat through the pouring rain and though he knew it well, he had a hard time identifying it. It was raining so much…
Will.. I be… on time?
He ran into the water, its weight slowing him down. He breathed heavily, the cold wind and temperature making his lungs burn. The coldness hugged him, the racket of the rain falling into the water filled his ears as his muscles ached.
He couldn't scream, no one would hear.
What have… I done… Again? Haven't I learned… Anything?
He cursed, didn't mind his hair sticking to his face. Nothing could stop him now.
His jaws shook violently from the winter cold. He wore barely anything; he hadn't taken the time to dress up correctly. He had to hurry.
Forgive me!
He tried to push more, tried to run faster. A wave crashed against his knee and it was all it took to throw him into the unforgiving sea. Swallowed by the water, his body ejected what air he still had in his lungs as the winter sea was too cold and his body too hot.
Yet, he managed to find the sand beneath him.
Get up! No time!
He rose; look left and right until he found where the ship was. When he spotted it, he turned and ran again, his thighs shaking under his weight.
He was getting closer, and his heart sank as he saw that the ship was leaving shore.
"Melody!"
No answer. He jumped into the wave until the water reached his waist.
"Melody!"
He couldn't let her go. He couldn't. It would be the greatest mistake of his life. A life filled with mistakes.
In the rain, he couldn't see on the deck. Yet, she stood there, trying to find through the storm, from where his voice came.
In the water, his heart was about to explode, his brains seemingly getting swollen with each beat.
"Forgive me!"
The waves washed over him, his stature being not imposing enough, they dragged him closer to the shore, farther from the ship. He fought their strength, until his muscles gave up and beyond that, screamed her name.
And the rain poured down, the sky darkened. The ship seemed unmoved; his heart beat with the Time.
And it rained so much. He couldn't see, couldn't hear.
Not even when the small boat arrived close to him. He looked up at the ship, up until she was behind him, in her barque, wearing in a red raincoat, her hair so beautifully curled up into the hood, framing her pale visage.
He turned around, skin almost grey, lips turning blue, hair soaked and stuck to his face.
"Stay."

Hyrule, Castle Town.
It was a beautiful day. Most days were beautiful in spring, in Hyrule. Even in Castle Town, the sun seemed to shine very brightly. It was that kind of weather that made even the poor feel good about their lives. It was the kind of day that people walked outside and talked amongst each other without knowing who they were previously. The kind of day that made even the Royal Guards smile and be nice to the citizens.
It also was that kind of day that Tatl liked spending outside, in her large gardens, reading or talking with whoever would find her. Sometimes, it was Zelda. Some other times, it would be one of the Sheikahs or her children. But it rarely was Isca. Nevertheless, she smiled up at the sun, at the sky as blue as Midna's eyes.
And on that very day, she was sitting outside with Zelda, her queen and old friend, as they drank tea and talked together about all sorts of things. In their thirties, both women couldn't be more beautiful. Zelda hadn't lost her sparkles of youth, she hadn't gained many wrinkles, but the wisdom in her eyes had grown. She was as slim as before, not curvier than when she was young. She was just the same. She hadn't married and didn't count on doing so; no man had stirred her passion through all this time but one single individual who happened to be married to the very woman she was spending time with. And thus, Hyrule had no heir at the present time.
Tatl, on her side, had taken Isca's name almost twenty years ago. She was the mistress of their mansion and the mother of three wonderful children: Midna and Kar –the non-identical twins- and Mathias, her youngest son. Contrarily to Zelda, Tatl had matured; with her pregnancies, the choice hadn't been hers. She always had been round, and that hadn't changed with the time. Only now, the energy that used to light up her pink eyes was gone and had been replaced with motherly qualities and nostalgia.
Tatl seemed to breathe nostalgia. As soon as she became lost in thoughts, it wasn't hard for anyone who knew her and her past to know where her mind was gone… And even though she had successfully forgotten about him in the first years of her marriage, she now missed him more than ever.
In fact, no one who had known Link could forget about him. He had left behind him a scar, a deep one, that couldn't leave any of his old companions.
So Zelda was sitting across Tatl as they enjoyed the sun, most of the time they wouldn't even talk and merely enjoy each other's company. But today, both women felt like talking.
"Are the twins going to be married soon?" Asked the queen.
Tatl took a sip of her tea. "Isca wants them to be married soon." She put her cup down. "But they both fight against it. Kar is too immature for such commitment and we know it all, he included. Midna just hates the idea of being forced into wedding."
"And Mathias?"
Tatl shook her head. "He may be ten times readier than his brother, he is still too young in my opinion. And Isca wished for him to become a soldier."
Zelda laughed softly. "Can he handle a sword, now?"
The Twili sighed and shook her head. "No… and Isca won't accept the artistic tendencies of the child… Or any of his other tendencies…"
"Hm…"
Mathias, though attractive, was unable to even look at a woman –or at anyone else- without blushing lightly. It frustrated him, and his father, that the boy couldn't be manly enough to even say "Hi" to a neighbor.
"He likes to write poetry." Said Tatl. "He likes to read, he likes music and when he thinks he's alone, he even sings." The turquoise-haired woman smiled with affection as she traced the rim of her cup. "He trains his swordplay with Kar quite often, but he makes no real progress."
"Mathias is a sweet child." Said Zelda, taking a sip of her tea.
Tatl nodded. "Too sweet for this family…"
For a moment, both women kept quiet.
"And how is Midna and Kar's education going?" Asked the blonde woman, trying to break the silence.
The Twili laughed. "Midna is as stubborn as a rock when it comes to learning how to be a good wife and a good mother, she would prefer to learn how to use a sword, she once screamed at the top of her lungs, throwing a vase at her teacher at the same time." Tatl laughed. "And Kar… He's the reason why there is always action in the mansion: when he's not being punished by Isca, he is doing something that will get him punished, and he almost breaks every door he closes. Besides this, he trains a lot, has good grades in his classes and goes out at night to do things I wish not to think about."
Zelda laughed softly. "That, weirdly, makes me think about somebody…"
Tatl's face fell. "Yes… A lot." Her voice held bitterness.
The blonde's smile faded. "I shouldn't have mentioned him, I apologize."
"It's fine, don't worry, Zel. I can't live my life ignoring what happened back then."
The queen nodded lightly. "Indeed…"
It was just impossible to ignore, after all.

Olwen hummed as he cooked. He had gained the job of being the family's chief, and he sincerely loved it. He probably was the first Sheikah in the History of his people to rest his daggers for a spoon and a fork, and he surely did not dislike it. Wearing a white attire with a chief's hat (which he adored), it was hard to guess his age, for his features had always been the same: pale skin, red eyes and silver hair. Now in his forties, he simply had a few more wrinkles and, maybe, slightly paler hair.
He enjoyed cooking all day long, and Sheik –who simply hadn't changed at all- enjoyed spending his life with him as the family's butler. They were Sheikahs, meant to serve noble families, and they were doing it right. Frankly, neither of them missed the fights and the stress of the missions.
Both Sheikahs were in the kitchen, Olwen was spicing up a vegetable soup while Sheik stood by a large window, staring outside at Zelda and Tatl as they seemed to be having a deep conversation. Life was pretty normal and average, now in Hyrule, without the tornado that had been Link. What he had left in his trails had been long and hard to rebuild and pick-up, but in the end, it had been done. And though Sheik missed him every day, he had come to the conclusion that wherever he could have been, he was better there than in Hyrule, and Hyrule was better with him being away then within its borders.
Life was going by, quiet and calm.
The kitchen door flew open and hit the wall behind in a loud noise. Sheik turned around to spot the grinning face of Kar.
Life was quiet and calm, when Kar wasn't around.
The child was fairly tall and athletic, with light beige skin that easily turned to golden under the sun. He had sharp features, defined jaws and cheekbones, as well as piercing, deep green eyes. However, he had full lips and a small, straight nose that was almost feminine. He had inherited severe brows and a charming smirk that could drive any young woman crazy, and that was without mentioning his golden, wavy hair that he kept messy, so some wavy, golden strands would fall around his face. Added to his magnificent self was a pretty good dose of charisma, a fiery temper and too much energy. He couldn't go unnoticed, for not only was he handsome: he was loud as Hell.
Having Kar around for more than half an hour was painful to most, but Sheik somehow knew how to handle such behavior… He knew it too well.
And so, Kar introduced himself in the kitchen. "Is it ready soon? I'm dying of hunger!" Announced the blonde with over-dramatic gestures, making the Sheikahs twitch at the same time.
Olwen sighed. "Do you ever stop complaining or eating?" He asked, not bothering to turn around. Though slightly irritated by the over-dramatic and energetic child, Olwen couldn't help but to love him like a grandchild.
"Sometimes, but you're not there, when that happens." Said the blonde, grinning.
The butler chuckled. "Go play, child. You'll know when it'll be ready."
Kar sighed, and pouted, looking with pleading eyes at Sheik.
The older man raised a brow, then shook his head. "You heard Olwen. Go play. I won't beg him in your place."
Kar raised his arms in the air. "No one understands me, in here!"
"No." Said both Sheikahs as they returned to their occupations.
The young Hylian whined, the turned around and left the kitchen, closing the door too violently behind him, making Sheik jump lightly.
But he hadn't done so in purpose, he too was a tornado…

Kar went up the stairs to the large, second floor of the mansion. He gritted his teeth, and mumbled as he put his hands into his pockets with some violence. He was hungry, for Farore's sake!
He resigned and sighed. Sometimes, he hated himself for being the child that he still was. He would irritate himself, feel like he was an idiot and then be in a bad mood for hours.
Kar headed towards his large bedroom, thinking about studying –for the first time in his life, perhaps-, intending to punish himself for his childish behavior, when he heard cries that he knew better than anyone else. The blonde rolled his eyes and shook his head before changing direction. Some fiery twin sister needed to be calmed down, very apparently.
He reached for her bedroom door, which flew open violently as his right hand neared the knob. Four maids and servants came running out, as the beautiful Midna appeared behind them, eyes piercing as a mad wolf's and face red like a lobster.
Kar raised an eyebrow, Midna raised her hand up in the air.
"And don't ever try to teach me how to pamper a man again! I'd prefer die than be a trophy wife!" Spat the greenish-brunette at her servants. The pale beauty fumed angrily as she stared at the now empty hall. Yet, she felt a presence besides her. She turned her head slowly towards her brother.
Kar swallowed his saliva as he stared at the dangerously angered face of his sister. "Hum… Hello." He whispered.
Midna stared at him, even growled, showing white fangs… Before she finally sighed. For a moment, she closed her eyes, feeling a wild headache take control of her cranium. With shaking hands, she finally decided to put sense back into her hair. She fastened a large, messy bun at the base of her neck with her light, greenish-brown hair. "What do you even want?"
"I heard you scream. Thought I could come and change your mind." The young man shrugged, smiling softly to his sibling.
Midna looked up, her piercing, cold blue eyes seemingly raping her brother's soul. "I guess you can. Just come in." She waved dismissively as she turned around and entered her bedroom. "Close the door behind you. Softly, please."
Kar sighed, irritated, but obeyed. He came to sit down on her comfortable bed as Midna turned her back to him to stare out the window.
Midna had inherited her mother's beauty: pale skin, full lips and curves to die for. Though she was a little taller and slender, she looked a lot like the Twilight Princess. While Tatl liked to show her figure, the half-Hylian girl preferred hiding her body with long dresses with high collars. She usually had an almost severe look as she wished to be considered hostile by the males she met.
However, she might have looked like her mother, her mind was quite different.
Midna was about to get married to the first noble man that would satisfy her father and she would therefore occupy the very prestigious role of housewife. Not that Tatl had wished for that role, or that life herself… But into her daughter's mind, she seemed comfortable in that position.
This was not going to happen to Midna, she had sworn to herself. Not only was she not going to marry a man she didn't know, she would not marry without love. She did not wish for a wedding resembling her parent's…
She envied Kar: he was a man, and the eldest son of the family. Therefore, he had many, many rights that she would never have, like choosing her husband or being allowed to learn other things than how to make a male happy and how to raise crying babies. Even Mathias had more rights than her, and the poor boy wasn't treated as a king…
She hated her life, her condition, her sex.
Behind, Kar stared at her back as he too was lost in thoughts.
So they barely heard Mathias when he sneaked into the room. The boy came to sit beside his brother. The blonde acknowledged him, nodding. Mathias nodded back before turning his eyes down on his hands.
"So… What are you two up to…?" He asked, voice weak, as always.
Kar shrugged. "Nothing much, as you can see."
Midna didn't flinch; she kept looking out the window, her fingers apparently digging into the concrete of the wall with strength, as her knuckles became white.
Kar decided to change the subject. He turned to his brother. "You trained, recently?"
Mathias nodded lightly, bangs of dark hair falling around his face. "Hm. I have."
"So?"
The boy shrugged. "I'm as useless as always."
Mathias sighed and Kar stared at him. The youngest of the three children was probably the most miserable –in Kar's opinion- : at least, Midna and Kar were able to stand up for themselves. Mathias couldn't have saved his own life even if he had to stand up against a banana.
So against their father, the child could do nothing.
And that was, in itself, one of life's greatest mystery into Kar's mind: Isca loved Mathias more than the blonde and his twin sister, that was clear to anyone who'd spend more than two minutes with the whole family. And not only was that clear, but Mathias was, though younger, taller than Kar and larger. The boy was big, tan skinned with dark brown hair, he had sharp, large jaws and deep, somewhat purplish-blue eyes. He was nearly identical to their father and sincerely, most probably as strong. Yet, he couldn't lift a sword off the ground without cutting his own hand, or someone else's.
And that wouldn't have been such a shame if Mathias hadn't been destined to follow his father's steps.
As the eldest son of the family, Kar had inherited the brilliant role of being the next noble man and therefore, orient his interests towards commerce and politics. Though the blonde preferred girls and food to these disciplines, he was good at them. But what he was really, incredibly skilled at, was swinging a sword.
As for Mathias, since he was the youngest, he was destined to become a knight. Yet, the child had immense talents in poetry and arts; he was more sensible than Midna and softer than a kitten. He couldn't lift a sword without risking his own life, even though he'd trained eternally.
Mathias was deadly terrified of Isca, even though the knight commander was calm and considerate with the child. He would show him over and over again something, teach him endlessly and would have infinite patience with him. Yet, Mathias couldn't keep his jaws from shaking around the man, which made Isca quite upset.
Kar, on the other side, pleaded to get the knight's attention as he did all he could to be the best in everything; he was good in his classes and an excellent fighter. Yet, his father wouldn't do much but smile weakly to him, often without even looking at the blonde. There were no reasons, in Kar's mind, as to why he was being rejected that way. He couldn't understand, and he would never understand. But at least, for the blonde boy, he knew well that he was his mother's favorite. She would look at him with love that he didn't know somebody could feel for him. And somewhere into her magenta eyes, something that he couldn't understand lingered…
Midna sighed, she relaxed her grip around the concrete and her shoulders fell lightly. She turned around, facing her brothers, as the light coming from the window surrounded her, brightening the contours of her body, and darkening the rest of her silhouette. "Let's go take a walk before dinner."
The boys looked at each other, then at her. They got up.
And the trio exited the mansion. Mathias closed the doors behind them.

The castle had been rebuilt over the years, and it was, though smaller, more impressive than ever. Instead of the old, white and tall château that it was, Hyrule Castle was now larger than high and fitted with the Victorian age that it had entered: perfectly lined-up, pale, grey stones formed its walls and towers. The windows were all wide and identical. The towers were placed at each extremity of the castle, symmetrically. In the center of the large, impressive mass of stones, the gardens that had been part of the old castle had remained. It had taken lots of work to flatten the earth and make flowers bloom again, but they were there, in all their glory.
And beside that immense castle, an old building remained, one that had been part of the old castle: the Royal Guard's headquarters. It had never been an immense casern, but it didn't lack impressiveness. Still white to fit the old, destroyed château, the building looked like a mansion in itself, but way more severe and straight.
Lieutenant Gregory was in charge of the casern. Since Isca had assigned him there, the training facility was doing incredibly well: the men were trained, the place was clean and functional and even the horses seemed happy. Schedules were respected and the guards were where they had to.
Isca could have done it, but he knew that he wasn't the best to take care of such details: he wasn't a perfectionist like Gregory was. And frankly, he didn't spent enough time in a day at the headquarters to take care of it and the men. He was the commander, and as a good leader, he had recognized his weaknesses with bureaucracy and therefore, had given half of his responsibilities to Gregory, which had proven to be one of his best decisions at this day.
And into his wide bureau, sitting at his desk, his back to wide windows giving on the front of the castle, Gregory let his head fall back when it was time to leave.
The pale, blonde man sighed lightly as he finally dropped his ink-less feather on his large desk. He had been reading, signing and writing documents all day, and now it was finally time to go home. Gregory got up, his tired, grey eyes carefully studying the room to make sure that everything was in order. Without his heavy armor, that day, he felt nearly naked and small, though he was a very tall and well-built man. For any Royal Guard, the armor had become a second skin, something that you couldn't easily take off and forget about. It always took a certain time before enjoying the wind as it hit the skin, after a hard day at work.
Thoughtful, he ran a hand through his shoulder-long, very straight pale hair. Getting older, his once golden locks had started to take a more silvery color, so did his clean-cut beard that followed his jaws from ear to ear.
It was Friday, the week was over and he was about to find his boss and best friend for a quick turn at the tavern before heading home.
The halls of the casern weren't empty, even on a Friday night, though. The guards were still on duty, the lower officers too. As Gregory made his way down to the armor room, two sergeants ran past him, visibly in a hurry as they talked about an altercation that had turned badly in the middle of the town.
Gregory almost smirked, thinking that he'd find the report on his desk Monday, along with at least ten others. Criminality had lowered in the past eighteen years –since Ganondorf had been disposed of-, but it was still high as the population hadn't completely transited from the old, dirty ways of the kingdom to its more industrialized, actual life. Therefore, an important gap existed between the rich and nobles who were evolving along with the flow, and the poor and the beggars who couldn't keep up with the technological progress of the rising kingdom, which didn't help at all the criminal rates in the city.
Nevertheless, the blonde man finally reached the armor room, dodging a recruit as he almost ran away from the room with a frightened expression on his face. Gregory smiled; he knew too well why the young man was running away.
The lieutenant pushed the door open and entered the room. In front of him, in the back, he could not miss his captain, who was turning his shirtless back to him.
Gregory crossed his arms over his chest, smiling. "What did you do to make that youngster run away?"
Isca looked above his shoulder at his second in-command before returning to his armor rack. "Nothing at all." His low voice resonated in the room.
In fact, the lieutenant knew very well that Isca had probably not even spoken to the terrified recruit: Isca was simply terrorizing everyone. Not that the men was violent, brutal or inspired fear, no. His stature and personality inspired so much respect and submissiveness that people tended to run away from him, including his own family.
Isca sighed as he dressed up slowly. The day had been rough, as every other day had been for the past eighteen years. He hated being stuck in the bureau or into congress of any sorts, so he left most of that job to Gregory, and he kept the missions, the patrols and the action to himself. But it was getting hard for him; he was getting older, as the few strands of whitening hair hidden amongst his brown mane were showing. Physically, he was in an incredible shape, but his mind was becoming weary.
His features had become harder with the time; he was no longer the young, innocent man that he had been, staring at the world with wide, dark blue eyes and astonishment. He was a veteran, now, the scars all over his tanned skin showed it well, so did his three days beard that he seemed to always have, nowadays.
Isca finally turned around to face his lieutenant, his trusty friend, the only person who had always been with him all his life and nodded. They were ready for their weekly turn at the local tavern.

Isca stood before the mansion, his house, his home. He knew he would walk in, and perhaps Tatl would be there to welcome him. Then it would be dinner time for the family: Midna would complain about having to marry soon, Kar would encourage her or anger her, the twins would fight and Isca would have to stop them. Mathias would try to disappear on sight and Tatl would probably wait patiently that it would be over, more or less trying to do something.
Then everyone would go do whatever they wanted, alone, and Kar would close the doors harshly behind him. Night would come, Isca would take his side of the bed, Tatl the other, and without touching, they'd sleep.
At the thought, Isca considered running away. He couldn't understand why, in the world, his life had become like this… He had given himself -heart and soul- to his work and family. He had given Tatl and the children all he could, gave the Twili and the twins a life they shouldn't have had. Yet, all he saw into their eyes was anger, nostalgia and unhappiness.
Isca had been a faithful husband, a present father and a strict instructor: he had taught the children everything he could, had given Tatl everything she wanted to make her smile.
But it wasn't enough.
He had never been enough.
And she did not smile.
And every single night, these were the thoughts that crossed his mind as he entered the large mansion that he did not called a home anymore…
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