ShadowCloud62
Child at Heart
*takes deep breath* This is my first Legend of Zelda fic ever. I've been playing the games and been researching on it more often, so if this is bad, let me know...I still need to divulge into LoZ more.
Before I start, this is rated PG-13 just to be safe.
Prologue
The dungeon wasn't lit very well. This didn't surprise him whatsoever. Dungeons were never well-lit.
It was the same as every other dungeon he'd faced, with walls that appeared to be man-made, and creatures jumping all over the place. He'd slay them easily, but now here he was, in the final chamber, the walls made completely out of limestone, and nothing else in the room but a single painting.
He brushed a strand of blonde hair away from his face, unsheathing the silver bladed sword from it's holster. His aquamarine blue eyes narrowed, and he opened his ears a little more, waiting to hear the slightest noise that was out of the ordinary.
He slowly began walking towards the painting on the wall, his boots echoing rather loudly as he walked. His steps were the only sounds in the room.
He took a deep breath and stopped ten feet in front of the painting, eyes narrowed even more.
He just saw that painting move.
Or was it just his eyes?
It moved again.
The painting wasn't very appealing. A man, covered in a cloak, carrying a mace, as if ready to swing out at whoever neared him at any moment. All you saw was the man's blood red eyes.
The mace was the thing that moved. It swung a few inches out of it's proper place.
His eyes widened and he jumped backward as the man sprung out of the painting. Phantom Ganon deja vu....
The cloaked man slammed his mace down onto the flat ground, causing a crack.
He rolled to the side and raced to the other side of the room.
The man growled like an animal and charged towards him, mace in hand. He fell to the ground when the mace fell, aiming for his head....
....he rolled away just in time, and he hurried behind the cloaked man.
The cloaked man whirled around, but far too late as he dug his silver-bladed sword into the man's chest.
The man yowled like a wounded animal, and it twitched a few times before it faded in black smoke, and the sword was clean as if he never stabbed the thing.
Sheathing his sword again, his breathing became steady once more as he picked up the mace that the cloaked man had left behind.
"I believe this belongs in the palace, safely locked away until the knights need it," he spoke aloud, his voice deep.
And, as if the battle with the cloaked man never happened, the young warrior turned on his heel and began his trek out of the dungeon.
In case you didn't know, that was Link....I apologize if he's out of character and this is a strange way to start a LoZ fic, but I'm a beginner at this...
Before I start, this is rated PG-13 just to be safe.
Prologue
The dungeon wasn't lit very well. This didn't surprise him whatsoever. Dungeons were never well-lit.
It was the same as every other dungeon he'd faced, with walls that appeared to be man-made, and creatures jumping all over the place. He'd slay them easily, but now here he was, in the final chamber, the walls made completely out of limestone, and nothing else in the room but a single painting.
He brushed a strand of blonde hair away from his face, unsheathing the silver bladed sword from it's holster. His aquamarine blue eyes narrowed, and he opened his ears a little more, waiting to hear the slightest noise that was out of the ordinary.
He slowly began walking towards the painting on the wall, his boots echoing rather loudly as he walked. His steps were the only sounds in the room.
He took a deep breath and stopped ten feet in front of the painting, eyes narrowed even more.
He just saw that painting move.
Or was it just his eyes?
It moved again.
The painting wasn't very appealing. A man, covered in a cloak, carrying a mace, as if ready to swing out at whoever neared him at any moment. All you saw was the man's blood red eyes.
The mace was the thing that moved. It swung a few inches out of it's proper place.
His eyes widened and he jumped backward as the man sprung out of the painting. Phantom Ganon deja vu....
The cloaked man slammed his mace down onto the flat ground, causing a crack.
He rolled to the side and raced to the other side of the room.
The man growled like an animal and charged towards him, mace in hand. He fell to the ground when the mace fell, aiming for his head....
....he rolled away just in time, and he hurried behind the cloaked man.
The cloaked man whirled around, but far too late as he dug his silver-bladed sword into the man's chest.
The man yowled like a wounded animal, and it twitched a few times before it faded in black smoke, and the sword was clean as if he never stabbed the thing.
Sheathing his sword again, his breathing became steady once more as he picked up the mace that the cloaked man had left behind.
"I believe this belongs in the palace, safely locked away until the knights need it," he spoke aloud, his voice deep.
And, as if the battle with the cloaked man never happened, the young warrior turned on his heel and began his trek out of the dungeon.
In case you didn't know, that was Link....I apologize if he's out of character and this is a strange way to start a LoZ fic, but I'm a beginner at this...