Trouble In Spree, Trouble In Hyrule.
A/N: WeyHey! I managed to move my stiffening, dead fingers and type something up! Well, this is my first Zelda Fic, but its technically a crossover. Read the summary.
Also, the title sucks, anyone got any suggestions?
To clarify something for those who bother to read this: The Link featured comes from AFTER every LoZ game Nintendo have made and ever will make. I've only actually played Wind Waker, Twilight Princess and Ocarina of Time, so their the only things which will be mentioned without any hint of vagueness. The rest will be very, VERY vague, as I only know what happens in those stories from other stories around here and my LoZ obsessed friend.
On with the show!... er… Story… yeah…
Prologue: Of Fear and Courage.
In the realm above all, the land, the seas, the sky even, two figures looked down upon a basin. These were the only distinguishable sights in the endless milling whiteness. Some would consider it hell, trapped in a realm so consistently bland. However, these figures controlled this land-if, indeed, it is the right word-scape, from which the basin itself had been crafted.
The figures were that of women. Their flesh pale and garbed in robes, their bodies glowed with the colour of their eyes, hair and garments. The 'blue' one spoke first, her tone flat and her voice oddly distorted, as if speaking through many mouths.
"Din, what do you make of this development?"
The 'red' one shrugged. This was more apparent on her than her companion, whose robes draped over her in a sophisticated manner, obscuring all but her hands and head. 'Din', as to which she was referred, was wearing more simplistic garb, leaving her arms' toned and almost bulging, fiery muscles displayed for all else in the bland world to see.
"It does seem odd, Nayru," responded Din, her voice much more solid. She spoke in a commanding, firm, yet feminine tone. "That the champion shall be reborn without our express desire. Would it be wise to fetch our sister?"
"No need, sisters. I sent the Hero back down." Spoke a third entity, appearing near the two. Such an act would have frightened or surprised a normal person, but to these sacred three. Nothing surprised them any more.
"Farore, you have been gone a while. This was indeed a surprise." Well, almost nothing. "Will you be so kind to explain yourself?" Nayru asked softly, her ever steady voice betraying no measurement of emotion as she turned to her sister.
Farore, the 'green' one, was similar in design to her sister goddesses. Her eyes, hair and clothing matched her glow. Her attributes, however, were different. In contrast to the loose, heavy robes of her sisters, Farores' still modest, yet tight shirt and skirt exposed her stomach, legs and arms. However, in contrast it made the clothing seem as the most exposing garment known.
Her, comparatively, short hair swished with her head as she nodded towards another basin she summoned. "One has arisen that we must defeat. Do you remember the land of Virterra?"
"Of course, our experiment to expand hyrule's borders in the world." Din responded, mildly confused. "Did we not leave the Eight Heroes and the Dark One there to govern?"
"There has been an… unforeseen event." Farore stated, oddly unsure for her position as goddess of courage and life. "One of the Heroes has arisen far higher than we thought possible."
"How can this be?" Questioned Nayru. "We engineered the balance as such that they will be locked in stalemate for eternity."
"I can not tell, I oversaw the event too late. I have gathered that one time, the Eighth Hero sacrificed himself so the others might win. This, as it happened, played into the Dark Ones' hands. He possessed The Wizard and corrupted the seven remaining, as The Eighth was renewed under the minions help."
"Blasted Minions!" Spat Din. "It was a mistake to create such obedient creatures!"
"It was necessary for the balance." Nayru stated, attempting to calm her sister.
"The Eighth Hero-" continued Farore. "-has taken the mantel of Overlord. I have watched as he eliminated six of the heroes, The Hobbit, The Elf, The Lord, The Dwarf, The Woman, and The Warrior. All fell. I left as he found himself usurped by the Wizard. Come, watch." She finished, again gesturing to the basin.
As the three leaned down to peer through space, the scene unfolded in front of them. There stood an aging man, dressed in flowing, multi coloured robes. He stood firm, holding his staff confidently. With him in the arena-like structure was a tall, dark figure, his entire body obscured behind spiky, gleaming yet intimidating armour. His eyes glowed, as did his weapons and armour, a bright, fierce white, radiating with the stored energy of thousands of sacrifices.
The Wizard spoke first. "Do you really think you can beat me?"
"If I cannot," drawled the demonic voice of The Overlord, spoken as if distorted within time, starting as a tremor before forming the words. "My minions can." You could practically hear his smirk, as you could not see it. He drew a large battle axe from his back, adeptly and easily holding it with one hand as he gestured towards the wizard with his left hand, his little finger and thumb outstretched.
Suddenly four small, humanoid, blue creatures surrounded The Wizard, chanting in an outlandish tongue even The Three Goddesses could not comprehend. Streaks of energy flew around the stadium, encasing both The Overlord and The Wizard before disappearing.
Another gesture, this time motioning a circle with all his digits outstretched, and an entire hoard of the creatures, of colours blue, brown, red and green, surrounded the arena, blocking anything from entering or leaving without fighting their way through the short but intimidating hoard.
The overlord studied his opponent for a second, before replacing his axe on his back, instead drawing a long, enchanted broadsword, wielding it with the same ease. "So long as my minions live, neither of us can use magic within this arena. And until one of us dies, we are not leaving." The dark voice of The Overlord explained, his body taking an offensive stance, the broadsword held towards his opponent.
Genuine fear flashed through The Wizards eyes. His weapon was enchanted, and could take hits from the hardest and strongest weapons, but his body was fragile and not armoured. Magic was his strongest proficiency, and he was reduced to fighting with his staff.
As The Dark One analysed this turn of events The Overlord drew back his sword and charged, making to slash at the possesed wizard.
Bringing up his staff to block the blow, he was annoyed and surprised to find himself swept onto his back. The Overlord had ducked and used his momentum to spin, his outstretched leg knocking the Wizards feet from under him. Quickly standing up, The Overlord went to coup-de-grace his opponent, but the wizard was quicker and rolled to a safer distance.
As The Overlord pulled his blade from the stone ground, The Wizard took to the offensive. Quickly The Overlord removed his blade and parried blow after blow, knocking the swipes and trusts harmlessly away with surprising ease and agility for such a large and unwieldy weapon.
And such they remained, staff and blade locked in a constant trade of blows as each struggled to out-speed the enemy.
This isn't working. Thought The Overlord. He was tiring quicker than The Wizard, due to his heavier weapon and magical armour.
It was a surprise to them both when The Overlord simply and quickly reached out and pulled the staff away from The Wizard with his off hand. The Wizard was surprised as it did not occur to him that The Overlord would do that, and as such The Overlord found it easier to rob his opponent of his weapon. The Overlord found it surprising that it had never crossed his mind before to use such a tactic. After all, his gauntlet was very well armoured.
Not missing a beat in the confusion, The Overlord plunged his weapon to the hilt within the Wizards chest, sliding through the ribs both on the way in and out. With a sickening crack and the sound of tearing flesh, the overlord twisted his blade before withdrawing it, shredding a lung and a heart within his opponent.
"My past does not concern me." He muttered to his dead predecessor. "And my future should not concern you." He stated, walking out of the room.
The three sisters felt the same; awed and scared.
"Impossible." Muttered Nayru. "We gave the Dark One power equivalent to a piece of the Triforce itself!"
"And with that wizards power backing his own in the fight, he must have been elevated to the power of a demi-god!" Added Din
"And yet," concluded Farore. "He was killed in a matter of minutes." She summoned a simple stool and sat to let her sisters think.
"This is why you brought Link back?" Nayru asked.
"Yes. This man and Link are more alike than you would ever guess. They both fight with their determination, living and breathing simply because they will themselves to survive. Their reasons are very different, I suppose. Link survives so he can protect. The Overlord does so to rule."
"And, after that, you think Link could win?" Din countered.
"They both have courage, and Link is the most determined and courageous person in our land, and he has proved his power and wisdom to you. Who else would you suggest to stop this man?" At the lacking stares of her sisters, Farore sighed. "I'm hoping that Link will prove to be the more determined of the two. In the best case scenario he converts him back to the Eighth Hero."
"And in the worst, we loose our hero to the darkness. Sister, this is indeed a great gamble." Warned Nayru. "However, it is indeed the one which we have the best chances of winning."
And in Hyrule, under the supervision of a family, a young child was borne, with golden hair and a strange, triangular birth mark on his left hand.
Well, thanks for reading! Please comment on what you liked, what you didn't like, and how you think this is going. I never plan my writings, and this will go a lot faster if I have help on plot ideas. Rest assured, I will never tell what is going to happen.
I WILL however, put little polls and suggestions here.
I may pair Link with someone from one of the games, find an excuse or a reason to have her in this one. EG: Saria, kokiriimmortal. Zelda: re-incarnated. Midna: Twili time different to light dweller time. Medli: sage. Malon: ...erm... her soul followed Link's soul? Bah. Tell me your ideas in the reveiw. I will sort, reply and weigh all the options, and will probably side with whatever I find easier to write rather than whats voted on most.