Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Light ❯ Morning ( Chapter 2 )

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Dark Light

Ch 2: Morning

Malon ran for as long as she could in the pouring rain. She didn't care, the bone chilling cold was nothing, nothing compared to the ache in her chest. Link wasn't dead, she knew he wasn't. But she was still cold, cold and alone, with that…thing chasing her. Could she escape it though?

Dark Link was running through the forest after her, it was pelting water, and lightening blazed in the sky. Malon could get seriously hurt, since this was a brilliant night for bandits to be lurking. Not many travelers, and the few travelers rich and wanting to get home. Perfect bandit weather. He could hear her footsteps, the advantage of being a creature of darkness. Her breathing had increased and he could tell she was crying, closing in on her body in the dark.

There she was, she stopped, right in the clearing, collapsed on her knees, soaking wet grass pressed against the dress where her knees where, and she fell onto her hands, her tears coming down even harder than before.

“Hey there girlie,” a husky voice broke out of the thunder of the storm, in a rural uneducated form of English.

Malon didn't even give the voice any attention, as she continued to sob, the hulking form the voice originated from closing in. “What are ye' doin' ere all alone? Ye should be alone wif me!” the bawdy tone of his voice did nothing to belittle the slur of highly concentrated alcohol.

“Leave her alone.” Dark said from the shadows, his crimson eyes piercing the darkness as the huge drunk man continued to close in on Malon.

The form turned, his hairy face, heavy with a beard and a tan from many hours of work in the sun, was shown to Dark, as clear as day. The man was tall, and heavy set, with pounds of both muscle and fat. He was nothing else but easy prey for Dark.

“What are ye' going to do about it, boy?” He burst out the word boy, to emphasize the visible difference in size between him and Dark.

“I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to.” Dark stepped forward and into the clearing, the light of striking lightning bringing his pale face and dark hair into view.

“Har! That is a good un' lad, now run along while me and this ere, pretty lady do some things unfit for childun.” The form turned again and felt the hard pin point of dark's fist colliding with his back. “Sonovabitch!” The man roared and turned back towards Dark. “So you want to fight, eh, boy?”

The huge fist of the hulking man cocked back and flew fast and hard into Dark's face. Dark didn't even flinch. “You call that a punch?” Dark's voice growing deeper and deeper with each word. The shadows around the clearing seemed to merge into one giant blanket of darkness, coating all but Malon, who was still crying, a drunkard, and one very pissed off deity.

Dark's fist cocked back again, to throw a punch, and the now, very confused, very scared drunk man began to pummel him. But dark's fist flew straight through all the man's punches to land square in the center of his face. The drunkard feel flat on his back, knocked out cold.

Dark's ears perked as he was only hearing the sound of rain instead of the sobbing Malon was doing not 10 minutes earlier. He looked over at the fiery haired girl and there she was, laid out on the ground, asleep. The excitement of that day must have been too much for her.

Gently lifting her, he began the trek back to the wood cottage Malon and her ex-fiancé used to live. On the hike back, carefully stepping in the darkness, something was following him, something big.

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“Nnnghh…” Malon groaned in her sleep, Dark could hear her every move after he caught her. His thoughts went back to the giant Wolfos, the giant wolf with claws and teeth of equal proportion.

He kept wrapping his arm in bandages, his shirt tossed on the floor, as he stood at the window, staring out in the pouring rain. Malon rustled in the background, her groaning becoming shallower as her consciousness recovered. “Awake?” he asked carefully, measured, finally tying off the strip of bandages on his arm.

“You!” She hopped out of bed and stalked over to him, not caring that aside from the eyes and hair, he was Link's exact double. “Why did you have to show up?” she pointed her finger at him, poking him the chest. “Huh? Why couldn't you have died instead of Link?” she asked, tears beginning to form.

Dark pressed his back to the wall and stared, he knew girls could be volatile like this, but he never thought rage could turn into this mass of crying, mourning being. “Hey, I couldn't help it…It wasn't my fault.” He tried, but words failed him.

“Well you are here and Link's body is lying in the bottom of some canyon…rotting…” she sank to her knees now, for the umpteenth time that night.

“I can take you to him. He…deserves a proper burial.” Dark said, his eyes closing as he flexed his arm, feeling Malon's expectant gaze on him.

“You would?” She sniffled out and rubbed her red, puffy eyes.

“Yes, now get some sleep. I made a promise to him, to protect you, so that's what I am going to do.” He sat down at the table sitting in the little cooking area, and began to think, his muscled arms and chest bare and his hands running through his hair casually.

Malon's eyes soon began to drift close once again, this time in comfort, and right before she fell asleep, she thought she saw the blonde head of her love sitting at the table.

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When Malon awoke Dark was no where to be found. Even under the half lidded eyes, she could tell he wasn't there. The warm concerned aura was no longer felt in the air. Slowly, sleepily climbing out of bed, she padded out to the door. She saw him outside in the front. Playing an ocarina, Link's ocarina. He played a cheery light hearted tune and she saw Epona almost riding to the beat, the hooves pounding the ground at the moment the notes were played.

His eyes opened slowly, and for a second they seemed the cool azure Link's used to be, but at a second glance, they were the crimson of Dark's eyes. The evil glow they gave seemed to offset by something, Malon couldn't tell what. “Oh, you're up.” Dark said from outside and walked over to Malon, he had traded in his midnight black tunic for a raven colored cotton shirt that only covered a part of his arms. His dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail down his neck and the ruby rings around his ears sparkled in the sunlight. He was breathtaking.

“Yes, I'm up.” Malon warned, still not feeling to good about Dark at that moment. Her hair was slightly frayed and dismayed form sleeping and her plain cotton shirt seemed to do nothing but accentuate her figure, as it draped down to her knees.

Dark halted his advance in his black tights and looked at the white fairy sitting on his shoulder. “I didn't do anything wrong, did I Tatl?” he asked the glowing ball.

“Not that I can tell, I just don't think she accepts you yet. After all you are here because her lover is dead.” The fairy flitted around dark for a little bit before settling back down.

Malon eyed the glowing ball with a little disdain; the thing had no sympathy for her, when her true love was dead at the bottom of a ravine. That tiny little bitch.

Dark looked down at the ground for a moment, closing his eyes before he came to look at Malon again, his eyes unemotional and steel hard. “We will leave soon, so get ready. It's a long ride to the ravine.” He walked past her, to the side of the house to check where the clothes were on the line.

Malon turned back towards the house and sat in the chair that was out from the table. She could feel it was damp, from where Dark had perched on it the night before. Sighing as she stood, she moved to the bed which was dry and warm, even though she was out in the rain just as much as Dark had been the night before. “Strange.” she murmured to herself and realized the cotton shirt she was wearing was one of Link's shirts, but it wasn't the clothing she had passed out in. “Oh my…” she mouthed as realization dawned on her that dark has changed her clothes.

No one had seen her naked body since Link had, not a week before. To emphasize the point, Dark has walked into the cottage now, carrying a small pile of brown and white cotton clothing, her dress from the pervious night.

“You…you had…” what color she had rushed from her face, until she was almost as pale as Dark was.

“I had what?” he asked, nonchalant as he placed the clothes on the bed beside her. “Changed your clothes? Yes. You were wet and cold. We don't want you getting sick, do we?” he still took no heed to the rising embarrassment from the fiery headed girl.

What he had said, did make sense, but Malon was overloaded with feelings, some good, some bad. Alright, a lot bad. Link was dead, and now an exact copy of him, except with dark hair and red eyes stood in her house, doing laundry. What was she supposed to feel?

“Get out.” She hissed at him and Dark's head swiveled in surprise. Malice dripped from her voice like venom from a cobra. When he didn't move she hissed at him again with just as much malice and hate as before. “I said GET OUT!” she shouted this time.

Dark, hurt at having done nothing wrong, in his opinion, turned and walked out, fear obviously showing in the shiver's that run up and down his spinal cord.

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Epona trotted along the forest with Dark holding the reigns, leading the mare through the trees. “What do you think I did?” He asked the mare, petting her nose, not really expecting an answer.

The horse neighed out a soft answer and nudged the ground one with one of her hooves. “I didn't think you knew either.” He sighed out and continued his walk to the watering hole Epona usually drank out of. He had never been their before, but he immediately knew exactly where it was before he even heard about it.

The watering hole was an amazing patch of green filled with flowers and grass, plants and even a few birds. It was a gorgeous spot of purely natural earth and a common mixing ground for Kokiri and animal life. A green haired girl was sitting on a rock playing an average brown ocarina with amazing grace. She was even better than Dark was, even though Dark had never played the instrument before that morning.

“Hi.” She said, looking up from her playing on the stump. “What's your name?” her voice rang sweetly.

“My name is Dark Li- Dark.” He told her. His eyes met her and he stopped his walk, the horse continuing until the pull on the reigns was too much. “Saria.” He breathed and she blew out a sour note almost as immediately as she started playing.

“What did you say?” She asked. The ocarina dropping from her hand.

“You are Saria.” He told her. Their eyes met and they stayed still.

A light breeze flowed through the field and Saria ran over to Dark. “It's you link! It's really you! I felt something terrible had happened to you!” She grasped him around the waist.

He pried her off and looked her in the eye, and crimson met green. “I am not Link.”