Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Light ❯ Darkness Returns ( Chapter 1 )

Dark Light

 

Ch. 1: Dark Returns

 

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The man with crow black hair groaned as he awoke. He remembered who…or what he was, but where was he and how did he exist? He was sure he should be dead; he remembered it, his death.

 

He looked at his hand, still pale white and covered in black gauntlets, but how? Then his ruby eyes fell on something that disturbed him deeply; there was his killer, lifeless and still. The crystalline blue eyes were lifeless and his mouth was left slightly open, the blonde hair on his killer's head surrounded the killer. “Oh god…what happened…what happened?” He shuddered, like a wave of feelings overcame him. He remembered when he was evil and ruthless and all those years of being dark came at him like a Goron's punch. There was even a little fairy near the battered body; it was just barely glowing as it clung to its last shred of life.

 

“Did I…Did I do this?” he asked and began to cry, leaving the green clad body of the killer behind him. Then he realized he was unarmed in a valley, not to mention he couldn't leave the creature all alone, he had to help it.

 

There was a stream running through the rocks near them and high rock cliffs on either side.

 

A bottle with a black cork formed in his hand, and he remembered exactly what he could do. Carefully, he placed the fairy in the bottle and gently put it away in his dark tunic for safekeeping. He looked at the man again, before tapping into powers he almost forgot he had. But a thought popped into his head. Must get to Malon. Malon is all that matters…

 

His leap stopped short, so he had to climb onto the ledge. He fell to his knees. “Who is this `Malon'?” he called into the sky as he slammed his fists on the ground, the slam caused the ground to crack. At the crack his hand began to glow gold as three triangles appeared in a pyramid form. “WHAT IS THIS?” he shouted into the sky.

 

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Malon's basket of eggs dropped from her hands and her hand went to her heart. It stung and the ring on her left forefinger seemed to be a little too tight for her. Something was wrong, she could feel it in her heart. Could it be…nah. He's strong enough to take care of himself. But he could have been…no…I can't think that way. He will be home later tonight. You'll see Malon; all this worrying is for nothing.

 

She thought to herself the entire time, she knew something was wrong but she couldn't bring herself to admit it. She stood there in the middle of the roadway into her home. The little cabin that her and her husband-to-be lived in, was in the middle of the forbidden woods. They had a small set of animals, a few cuccos and a lone red mare. The cuccos produced eggs that they sold for a few rupees and ate for meals. A cow was kept nearby for milk to drink.

 

She looked at the fallen eggs, very few had broken, the thick grass insulating the landing. They wouldn't be affected by this development, no, they just wouldn't be making any rupees at the market this week.

 

After scooping up the basket and took out the few broken eggs, she walked into her house and placed the basket in their firebox. It was a piece of specially formed metal with a wood coating, to keep things cold, and keep things fresher, longer. Her eggs and the bottles of milk they had were placed in the box, around the spinning blue flame, which kept the box cold.

 

After that her lithe form slipped to the sturdy wooden table in the small kitchen area's stone floor. She looked up at the fireplace with the shelf above it. The shelf held few things, mainly a painting propped up of her and her fiancé. They looked so happy and wonderful; they laid side by side, looking at the clouds. Their hands were pointing up, towards many clouds, and Malon was giggling in the painting.

 

She didn't know why, but the painting brought tears to her eyes. She loved it when her fiancé had painted it after waking up from a nice sleep. She remembered that morning dearly. To preoccupy her time, she began to pick up some sheets of paper she was using to teach her husband how to read, with the help of his fairy partner.

 

She began to practice her scripture and her reading skills. Hers were average at best, and her handwriting was always sloppy, she never paid much attention when her father taught her. But now, anything was good to keep her mind off of the terrible feeling she had.

 

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I have got to help her! He thought now, running as fast as he could, which thanks to his powers, was pretty fast, but it was tricky navigating in a forest, especially off the path. He had to help the fairy. It wouldn't live long, hurt as it was. He couldn't remember how he managed to be killed in a small pool of water by an island, and then to wake up miles away from where he was killed next to the dead body of the man who killed him, but right now the little fairy was all he could think of helping.

 

A name came to the back of his mind; Tatl, it told him. He looked at the bottle he was gently carrying in his hand, was it that fairy's name?

 

A branch that was low to the ground caught him by surprise, as he had been focused on his thoughts rather than being focused on the way he had been going. The force of the blow was so strong that he had flipped over onto his back and the bottle rolled out of his hand as he passed out.

 

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Malon began to cry as the sun set down, her fiancé was supposed to be back a long time ago. Her thoughts tried to tell her that he was probably held up, he would be along soon. Yes, her strong and faithful husband-to-be would not leave her, he loved her. The tears stemmed their flow as the thought of her handsome man walking into the door invaded her mind.

 

A walk sounded good, yes, a walk. Something to calm her mind, who knows? Maybe her love would be there when she got back. Her eyes fell to her green cloak, the night was chilly and it looked like it might rain earlier. She donned the cloak and opened the door, taking a deep breath of fresh air as she started along the path. Minutes passed, minutes became an hour and she was losing hope. She had been walking up the only path to their home in these dense woods.

 

A tear came to her eye and she was about to turn around when she heard a groan from the side. There was somebody there. “Hello?” she called out, but the person didn't even register her voice. “Hello?” she called louder and when the person still didn't react, she moved over to see if the person was alright.

 

Carefully looking to where she was going. A small light shone next to the man. “Tatl…” she breathed as she saw the fairy in the bottle. She looked closer at the man and gasped. “Link!” she shouted and lifted up the poor fairy boy.

 

He was heavy, but she was a solidly built farm girl, she began the trek back to the house, lugging her fiancé's body with the fairy in one of her hands. The work was hard and her knees began to ache as the house came into view. Link groaned in his sleep, like he was in pain, and there was an awful looking lump on his forehead. “It's ok baby, we're almost there.” She breathed out, kicking the door open. Moving carefully to their bed he placed the heavy man on the bed and took the poor fairy to the table, next to the light of a green flame.

 

“Come on Tatl, wake up.” Malon whispered, holding the fairy inside the flame, it being used for healing, spreading warmth, mending wounds, and fixing bones. The fairy's wings began to flutter to show it was dreaming. The flame haired lass sighed and let the fairy rest on a folded towel on the table. She turned her attention to the young man who always seemed to hold her attention…but something was wrong with her husband-to-be.

 

“What happened to his hair?” her thoughts had found voice. She knelt down beside him and put her hand over the nasty looking lump. When she touched it, her flinched back in his sleep. It looked and was painful. “Poor baby…” Giving him one last worried glance, she jumped up to grab a spare cloth, and dipped in a juice of Deku Berries, used for healing, and giving a nice sweet flavor to almost any pie.

 

She gently placed the berry stained rag on his forehead. “You'll be fine baby. I'll take care of you.” Malon ran her pale hands through Link's now raven black hair. His body and face looked the same, same features, same precariously chiseled muscles, same scars, but their hair was different, and there were many unseen changes Malon could feel in him. But she also felt that magnetic pull, that gravity that attracted her to him.

 

Different, yet, the same. He was darker, but his heart was just as light. And all that think did not do Malon any favors. Her eyes began to droop, and her head sank, until her chest was pressed to Link's, and her head slowly, but surly drifted off to a deep, content sleep, with her lover beside her.

 

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Why do I feel so…warm? Dark Link awoke with a gentle weight over his chest. His eyes groggily opened, half lidded and the site before him awoke him to alertness. An ethereal being laid on his chest, fiery locks of hair, pale and perfect skin, wonderfully curvy body, all that was missing from her angelic beauty was wings of silvery white.

 

Something sticky dripped down onto his nose. He blinked once with crimson orbs and managed to remove the drop from his nose with his finger. It was thick and gooey, and very red. Too red to be blood, he saw enough of it to know, and it tasted, incredibly sweet, with a tangy aftertaste. Deku Berries.

 

His fingers traced the rag on his forehead and he winced when his fingers traced the center. Oh…yea…I'm an idiot. I wonder if Tatl was…Tatl! “Tatl?” He called out, a little weakly at first. “Tatl?” It was stronger now and he began to look around until his eyes fell on a strange green flame. There was a glowing white ball there, she was safe.

 

He laid back and his eyes began to close in slumber, when a groan from the Ethereal beauty on him captured his attention. God, even her groans of sleep were heavenly to him. “Baby? You awake?” she called, rubbing her eye and yawning.

 

Why is she calling me baby? “I am awake.” Link said, his eyes closed as he tried to drift back to sleep. That is, until that new beauty kissed him.

 

“I missed you Link…I was worried when you didn't come back.” She said, hugging him further.

 

Link? His thoughts drifted to the blonde man with blood spilling out of him. “Who…who are you?” he croaked out now scared. He had no idea where he was, and even though he was entranced by her beauty and he felt safe and secure in the house, he was scared.

 

“Link?” she said and Link's eyes opened revealing a crimson red, the color of blood. “You're not Link…” she breathed and jumped away, beginning to slowly back away. “Who are you?”

 

He stayed silent, not moving to sit up from the bed. “You look like him, but you're not him, you aren't…” Malon soon became hysterical as she was just lying on top of a strange man who she thought was her husband.

 

“I look like him?” he asked, finally sitting up. “Did he have blonde hair and blue eyes?” he asked, taking the cloth off his forehead and placing it on a nightstand next to him.

 

She nodded, her eyes tearing and her hands covering her quivering mouth. “Oh my god…no…it can't be…he killed me.” Now it was Link's turn to shiver.

 

Malon took a step forward, it seems like this man was even more shaken up than her. “W-what do you mean?”

 

“He killed me…chopped me right down the middle, a long time ago…in a temple. A temple that worshipped water…or someone who controlled it. I don't know!” his arms crossed to give him some comfort and Malon was torn. Her husband had supposedly killed this man, but Link would never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. To die this man must have been really bad, but that left to be answered, why was he alive?

 

“I remember it…the blood, it was everywhere. In my thoughts, my eyes, even my feelings…” He began to sob. “Now he's dead…the man who killed me…he's gone.”

 

“Link…is…gone?” Malon began to tear up, her eyes shot open her mouth warped into a harsh sobbing grin.

 

“He said something to me…I remember it…”

 

“C-can you tell me what it is?” Malon said between sobs.

 

“He told me to `get to Malon. Malon is all that matters'. You're Malon, aren't you?”

 

She nodded and began to interrogate him again. “Where is he? Where did he die? How did he die?” she had to know.

 

“He is at the bottom of a cliff face…to the west…I don't know how he died…I died years before him and woke up next to him…where he was…” he bit back a sob.

 

“No…he can't be dead…no…I wont believe it…” Malon backed away again, towards the door. There is no way this man could know that, no he was lying…but how did he get Tatl?

 

Never mind that! Link is way to strong…He could never die, not by a human, and certainly not by a little fall like that! She backed away some more then turn and ran out the door, straight into a storm.