Ganondork
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Hey guys! I've been working on rewriting an old crossover of mine between Assassin's Creed: Revelations and the Legend of Zelda series for about a week now, and I finally finished it. It's only 12 chapters, each chapter being about 800 words, so it's not a whole lot of reading. This is a really important story for me, so I hope you guys will enjoy this.
The hall was filled with the sound of steel crashing against each other, gasps for breath, and feet shuffling on the marble floors as two figures struggled to gain the upper hand on the other. The nimbler of the two was clad in a green tunic, a hat resting on his head that ended in a tail. He seemed to be very young, but his mastery with the blade showed power beyond his years.
The older of the two was a portly man garbed in a long, black robe. His skin was of a dark complexion, a large sword in his hand. Blood dripped from his torso, but he continued to fight with a renewed vitality. He swung his sword at the young hero, who avoided it and slashed at his enemy’s gut.
The hero clutched his sword with an iron grip as his dazed adversary took a step back, weakened by the battle that the two had been engaged in. With all of the strength he could muster, the hero took one final leap towards his foe, his sword raised into the air. The light reflected off of his powerful sword, sending beams of light radiating throughout the hall of which the two enemies were fighting.
As the hero reached his peak and began the descent back, his sword too began to lower. The blade made contact with the face of his archenemy and split skin, blood gushing out. He grabbed at his face desperately as he tried to stop the blood from flowing out. Unsuccessful, the villain fell to the ground onto his knees.
“Link,” He groaned, one hand covering his grotesque face, “You may,” He coughed loudly, the rattle of impending death becoming evident in his voice, “You may have defeated me, but I will be back. I swear it, and I will kill you. Don’t…forget…it…” With a final gasp for breath, Ganondorf fell to the ground, dead.
Link turned from Ganondorf’s body, his visage portraying little emotion. He held his sword loosely in his hands. His eyes seemed dead, lost to an unknown force, their blackness a dark contrast to the glowing sword in his hand.
Zelda ran to Link’s side, a wide smile etched across her pale cheeks. Her flowing hair hung at her sides as she rocked back and forth, jubilance fueling each step. “We’ve done it Link! We’ve saved the Great Sea!”
Link sheathed his sword and shook his head for a moment, as though snapping out of a trance. “But at what cost?”
Zelda was taken aback for a moment. Confusion now hung in her face like a mask as she tentatively put her hand on his shoulder. He threw it aside. “What do you mean, Link?”
“Good people died, Zelda,” Link said, anger in his voice. “And even Ganondorf had a reason to want the Triforce. Who are we? Why are we any better than he is? The Triforce,” he hesitated, looking at his hand, which now had the glowing emblem of the Triforce imbued upon it. “It corrupts people. Even I have felt its tantalizing grasp before. What if Ganondorf was a better man before he had tasted the power of the Triforce, of its power? Who is to say that I may one day become like him?”
“Link,” she said, worry in her eyes, “You’re being silly. Ganondorf only justified his acts of evil. His heart was corrupted long before the Triforce was ever in his grasp. Look at what the Goddesses had to do in order to stop him – they flooded Hyrule, Link! Don’t yo-“
“Yes! Hyrule!” Link’s eyes lit up, revitalizing his seemingly dead eyes. “Zelda, don’t you see? We’ve saved Hyrule, and we can stay here forever.” He outstretched his arm, his eyes beckoning for her to take his hand. “We can be happy.”
She stared at his hand for a long time, contemplating her options, weighing the advantages and disadvantages. Finally, she shook her head. “We would have so much to lose if we stayed here. What of the Royal Family? What of your family? We can’t just leave them behind. We stopped Ganondorf so the people of the Great Sea could begin anew. Abandoning them in their time of need would undo all that we’ve worked for.”
Ferocity shone in Link’s eyes for a moment before returning to the coldness that now plagued his eyes. “Then leave.”
Zelda was hesitant, unsure of what to do. “W-What?” she stammered.
“Leave.” His tone portrayed no emotion, only apathy was visible in his demeanor as he turned from her. She grew quiet for a long time, tears streaming down her face as she silently pleaded for him to turn back to her. But he never did. Her heart ached and she did the only thing she could do; run. She ran from the castle and far away from Link.
Link acquiesced to his life of solitude. He had earned it, at least. Hadn’t he?
Chapter I
The hall was filled with the sound of steel crashing against each other, gasps for breath, and feet shuffling on the marble floors as two figures struggled to gain the upper hand on the other. The nimbler of the two was clad in a green tunic, a hat resting on his head that ended in a tail. He seemed to be very young, but his mastery with the blade showed power beyond his years.
The older of the two was a portly man garbed in a long, black robe. His skin was of a dark complexion, a large sword in his hand. Blood dripped from his torso, but he continued to fight with a renewed vitality. He swung his sword at the young hero, who avoided it and slashed at his enemy’s gut.
The hero clutched his sword with an iron grip as his dazed adversary took a step back, weakened by the battle that the two had been engaged in. With all of the strength he could muster, the hero took one final leap towards his foe, his sword raised into the air. The light reflected off of his powerful sword, sending beams of light radiating throughout the hall of which the two enemies were fighting.
As the hero reached his peak and began the descent back, his sword too began to lower. The blade made contact with the face of his archenemy and split skin, blood gushing out. He grabbed at his face desperately as he tried to stop the blood from flowing out. Unsuccessful, the villain fell to the ground onto his knees.
“Link,” He groaned, one hand covering his grotesque face, “You may,” He coughed loudly, the rattle of impending death becoming evident in his voice, “You may have defeated me, but I will be back. I swear it, and I will kill you. Don’t…forget…it…” With a final gasp for breath, Ganondorf fell to the ground, dead.
Link turned from Ganondorf’s body, his visage portraying little emotion. He held his sword loosely in his hands. His eyes seemed dead, lost to an unknown force, their blackness a dark contrast to the glowing sword in his hand.
Zelda ran to Link’s side, a wide smile etched across her pale cheeks. Her flowing hair hung at her sides as she rocked back and forth, jubilance fueling each step. “We’ve done it Link! We’ve saved the Great Sea!”
Link sheathed his sword and shook his head for a moment, as though snapping out of a trance. “But at what cost?”
Zelda was taken aback for a moment. Confusion now hung in her face like a mask as she tentatively put her hand on his shoulder. He threw it aside. “What do you mean, Link?”
“Good people died, Zelda,” Link said, anger in his voice. “And even Ganondorf had a reason to want the Triforce. Who are we? Why are we any better than he is? The Triforce,” he hesitated, looking at his hand, which now had the glowing emblem of the Triforce imbued upon it. “It corrupts people. Even I have felt its tantalizing grasp before. What if Ganondorf was a better man before he had tasted the power of the Triforce, of its power? Who is to say that I may one day become like him?”
“Link,” she said, worry in her eyes, “You’re being silly. Ganondorf only justified his acts of evil. His heart was corrupted long before the Triforce was ever in his grasp. Look at what the Goddesses had to do in order to stop him – they flooded Hyrule, Link! Don’t yo-“
“Yes! Hyrule!” Link’s eyes lit up, revitalizing his seemingly dead eyes. “Zelda, don’t you see? We’ve saved Hyrule, and we can stay here forever.” He outstretched his arm, his eyes beckoning for her to take his hand. “We can be happy.”
She stared at his hand for a long time, contemplating her options, weighing the advantages and disadvantages. Finally, she shook her head. “We would have so much to lose if we stayed here. What of the Royal Family? What of your family? We can’t just leave them behind. We stopped Ganondorf so the people of the Great Sea could begin anew. Abandoning them in their time of need would undo all that we’ve worked for.”
Ferocity shone in Link’s eyes for a moment before returning to the coldness that now plagued his eyes. “Then leave.”
Zelda was hesitant, unsure of what to do. “W-What?” she stammered.
“Leave.” His tone portrayed no emotion, only apathy was visible in his demeanor as he turned from her. She grew quiet for a long time, tears streaming down her face as she silently pleaded for him to turn back to her. But he never did. Her heart ached and she did the only thing she could do; run. She ran from the castle and far away from Link.
Link acquiesced to his life of solitude. He had earned it, at least. Hadn’t he?