True Light
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Zelda › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,502
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1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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True Light
Not that this needs to be repeated, but... Don't own Legend of Zelda. If I did, Dark Link would appear in a helluva lot more games. And there would be MUCH Yaoi involved... And I'd be rich... Yeah... Aside from the Storyline and my OC, Naitachal, I own NOTHING in this story. *would so squash Navi if she did* And yes, Naitachal is MINE. If you would like to use him in a fic of your own, PLEASE have the decency to let me know through email, kk? rurounivaleria@gmail.com
True Light
Naitachal slowly opens his eyes and looks at his surroundings. He appeared to be in a room full of mist, almost too thick to see through. There was a drop-off a foot in front of him that seemed to lead into a pool of water. The water itself seemed odd, considering it sparkled brightly.
'Where the hell am I?' He thought to himself, turning his back on the pool to look around him. It was about that time that he noticed the mist had seemed to vanish, giving him a more clear view of the room. Strange markings covered the walls, as well as odd plaques that seemed to hold bulls-eye boards, as if someone were going to host a dart or arrow shooting contest. The rows of spikes along the base of each wall, however, were what held his attention the longest.
Turning his attention back to the water, he noticed it shifting and moving around on its own. Naitachal, being a dark elf necromancer, had encountered wierd things before during his training, but never anything this strange. As he continued to stare, the water formed a couple tentacles, which started waving around wildly. A round, red, ball-like object appeared to be moving through one of the tentacles towards him. He blinked, then was sent flying in the next instant as he was wrapped up, whirled around, then thrown across the room. He struggles to his feet just in time to be thrown backwards against the room's only door. Shortly after crashing into it, he struggled to his feet, using the door for support. Getting hit again, he blacked out briefly as he felt a couple of his ribs crack from the impact.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in another room, with someone with raven black hair framing crimson red eyes staring down at him with a slight smirk. Naitachal attempted to sit up quickly, then hissed and lay back down as his ribs reminded him of his injuries. The other smirks a bit wider at his look of pain. Naitachal glares up at the other, his silver-blue eyes clashing with the burning crimson ones. "Something funny, asshole?" He growls out, sitting up much more slowly this time.
His anger seemed to amuse the other, as a low chuckle was heard. "You are. Here you are, injured, yet you still have the strength to try to provoke someone who could have killed you while you were unconscious instead of saving your worthless hide from Morpha."
A flicker of confusion and doubt crossed Naitachal's mind at that. "Morpha? You talking about that huge blob in the pool? How do you know what it is? Why did you save me from it, and more importantly, how?"
"I didn't save you out of the goodness of my heart, you know. Something called me to you. Morpha released you as soon as I walked into the room because we both serve the same master. Now... What magic did you use to call me to you?" The crimson eyes narrowed dangerously, glaring down at him, demanding an answer.
Curious, Naitachal concentrated, focusing his senses on the souls of the dead around him. His eyes widened as he found a surprisingly huge amount of the undead energy was practically dripping off the man in front of him. Raising an eyebrow, he gives a tiny push with his power, watching as the others eyes half-close and a low moan escapes his throat. "What... are you?" Naitachal asks, studying the other more closely.
He was dressed much the same as Naitachal himself, except, where the other wore white, Naitachal still wore black. The ends of his shirt and pants were lined with silver designs, designs that only another necromancer or dark sorcerer would recognize. The elvish ears had a small blue hoop in each one, glinting dully in the light around them. The hat on the other's head, however, was something Naitachal was not familiar with, his own people preferring to hide their faces with a hooded cloak whenever they left their lands. Their hairstyles were also vastly different, as were the hair color. While Naitachal's long hair was a blindingly bright silver, the other's was black as midnight, cut close to his head, except for the bangs, which seemed to flow down over his face, yet managed to stay out of his eyes. Naitachal's own silver hair was also pulled back into a braid, and had a few small lead weights in it so that it could be used as a weapon as well, if needed.
"I am one of the Great Ganondorf's creations." He seemed unable to do anything but answer truthfully.
Realising his power still had a hold on the other, he pressed a bit more for answers. "Where am I? How did I appear here? This is obviously some sort of temple, if my meager observations thus far are correct."
"We are in the Water Temple. The Great Ganondorf created it to keep the Sage of Water trapped in an eternal slumber so that his rule over the kingdom of Hyrule would not be disrupted by anything. We are very near to Morpha's chamber, which is in the depths of the temple." He said, his eyes glaring at Naitachal as he spoke. If it weren't for his power, Naitachal was sure the other wouldn't have said anything about their location if he could have helped it.
"So, I was correct. Why are there bars on the doors? What purpose does this room itself serve?" He asked, looking around the room. He noticed they were on what appeared to be an island in the middle of a room full of water. It looked as if the room went on forever, but Naitachal was sure it was all an illusion.
"There are bars on the doors to prevent the bane of my Master's rule from getting out once he enters. Once in the room, he would have no choice but to defeat me or be defeated. This room is to serve as that person's tomb." He growled out, wishing with every bone in his body that he could fight against the power of the other. It was definetly greater than his own Master Ganondorf's, that much was being proven at the moment.
"So... When this person enters the room, you and him will fight it out to the death? What then becomes of those already IN the room? Will this other then turn his attention to finishing me off?" Naitachal, by nature, was a cautious person. Gathering as much information as he could about his circumstances seemed like an excellent idea to him at the moment. Once he felt he had enough information, he would release the grip his power had over the other.
"That depends on whether you interfere or not or whether you try to kill him or not. The two of us WILL fight to the death, and it will be HIM that dies, not me." The other seemed quite sure of his skills.
With a wave of his hand, Naitachal banished the psychic bond between him and the other, then leans against the tree nearby, preferring to sit up and look around rather than lay back down. "So, do you have a name, or should I just say, 'Hey, you!' anytime I have a question?"
"I am Dark Link." The other said shortly, standing up quickly and walking around to the other side of the tree. "He's here." He said, seeming to melt into the shadows of the room.
Naitachal looks back at the tree and spots a hole in the trunk, big enough for him to conceal himself in so that the one entering the room wouldn't see him. Watching with half-lidded eyes, he saw a person that looked almost identical to Dark Link enter the room, a small ball of light flitting rapidly around his head. 'What the hell...?' He thought in confusion, noting that the only differences between this person and Dark Link were the hair, clothes, and eye colors. Other than that, they were exact twins. The ball of light caught his slight movement as he shifted to pull his cloak a little closer around him.
"Hey! Link! What's that over in the tree?" A high-pitched annoying sounding voice called out, a tiny hand pointing in the direction of his hiding place.
"I don't know. Let's go find out." Link said, stalking slowly closer to the tree, drawing the Master Sword from it's sheath and swinging his shield down in front of him. "Keep an eye out for trouble, Navi."
Naitachal held his breath as Link and Navi stalked closer, heart thumping in his throat as the point of that sword found his neck and pressed against it firmly. "Whatever you are.. Out of the tree." Link commanded, eyes narrowed to dangerous blue slits as he slowly backed up, giving Nait the chance to move. Finding he could breath a little easier again, Naitachal slowly steps out of the tree, arms held up, showing he held no weapons in his hands at the moment. Link motions him a little further out, slowly circling him like a predator stalking it's prey, which, in Nait's case, was very likely. "You look Hylian, and yet your clothing shows you are not. Who are you and why are you here? Are you one of Ganon's monsters?" Link demands, the point of the sword pressing against his neck again.
Author's Notes::
*hiss* I'm already not happy with this thing... *sigh* Well... Reviews would be lovely and might fuel my muse to get back to work rather than having him go off creating other fics, yes? *has at least three others that her muse has been throwing at her* v_v; Also, for one of my other fics, visit my Fanfiction.net profile:: http://www.fanfiction.net/~rurounivaleria
True Light
Naitachal slowly opens his eyes and looks at his surroundings. He appeared to be in a room full of mist, almost too thick to see through. There was a drop-off a foot in front of him that seemed to lead into a pool of water. The water itself seemed odd, considering it sparkled brightly.
'Where the hell am I?' He thought to himself, turning his back on the pool to look around him. It was about that time that he noticed the mist had seemed to vanish, giving him a more clear view of the room. Strange markings covered the walls, as well as odd plaques that seemed to hold bulls-eye boards, as if someone were going to host a dart or arrow shooting contest. The rows of spikes along the base of each wall, however, were what held his attention the longest.
Turning his attention back to the water, he noticed it shifting and moving around on its own. Naitachal, being a dark elf necromancer, had encountered wierd things before during his training, but never anything this strange. As he continued to stare, the water formed a couple tentacles, which started waving around wildly. A round, red, ball-like object appeared to be moving through one of the tentacles towards him. He blinked, then was sent flying in the next instant as he was wrapped up, whirled around, then thrown across the room. He struggles to his feet just in time to be thrown backwards against the room's only door. Shortly after crashing into it, he struggled to his feet, using the door for support. Getting hit again, he blacked out briefly as he felt a couple of his ribs crack from the impact.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in another room, with someone with raven black hair framing crimson red eyes staring down at him with a slight smirk. Naitachal attempted to sit up quickly, then hissed and lay back down as his ribs reminded him of his injuries. The other smirks a bit wider at his look of pain. Naitachal glares up at the other, his silver-blue eyes clashing with the burning crimson ones. "Something funny, asshole?" He growls out, sitting up much more slowly this time.
His anger seemed to amuse the other, as a low chuckle was heard. "You are. Here you are, injured, yet you still have the strength to try to provoke someone who could have killed you while you were unconscious instead of saving your worthless hide from Morpha."
A flicker of confusion and doubt crossed Naitachal's mind at that. "Morpha? You talking about that huge blob in the pool? How do you know what it is? Why did you save me from it, and more importantly, how?"
"I didn't save you out of the goodness of my heart, you know. Something called me to you. Morpha released you as soon as I walked into the room because we both serve the same master. Now... What magic did you use to call me to you?" The crimson eyes narrowed dangerously, glaring down at him, demanding an answer.
Curious, Naitachal concentrated, focusing his senses on the souls of the dead around him. His eyes widened as he found a surprisingly huge amount of the undead energy was practically dripping off the man in front of him. Raising an eyebrow, he gives a tiny push with his power, watching as the others eyes half-close and a low moan escapes his throat. "What... are you?" Naitachal asks, studying the other more closely.
He was dressed much the same as Naitachal himself, except, where the other wore white, Naitachal still wore black. The ends of his shirt and pants were lined with silver designs, designs that only another necromancer or dark sorcerer would recognize. The elvish ears had a small blue hoop in each one, glinting dully in the light around them. The hat on the other's head, however, was something Naitachal was not familiar with, his own people preferring to hide their faces with a hooded cloak whenever they left their lands. Their hairstyles were also vastly different, as were the hair color. While Naitachal's long hair was a blindingly bright silver, the other's was black as midnight, cut close to his head, except for the bangs, which seemed to flow down over his face, yet managed to stay out of his eyes. Naitachal's own silver hair was also pulled back into a braid, and had a few small lead weights in it so that it could be used as a weapon as well, if needed.
"I am one of the Great Ganondorf's creations." He seemed unable to do anything but answer truthfully.
Realising his power still had a hold on the other, he pressed a bit more for answers. "Where am I? How did I appear here? This is obviously some sort of temple, if my meager observations thus far are correct."
"We are in the Water Temple. The Great Ganondorf created it to keep the Sage of Water trapped in an eternal slumber so that his rule over the kingdom of Hyrule would not be disrupted by anything. We are very near to Morpha's chamber, which is in the depths of the temple." He said, his eyes glaring at Naitachal as he spoke. If it weren't for his power, Naitachal was sure the other wouldn't have said anything about their location if he could have helped it.
"So, I was correct. Why are there bars on the doors? What purpose does this room itself serve?" He asked, looking around the room. He noticed they were on what appeared to be an island in the middle of a room full of water. It looked as if the room went on forever, but Naitachal was sure it was all an illusion.
"There are bars on the doors to prevent the bane of my Master's rule from getting out once he enters. Once in the room, he would have no choice but to defeat me or be defeated. This room is to serve as that person's tomb." He growled out, wishing with every bone in his body that he could fight against the power of the other. It was definetly greater than his own Master Ganondorf's, that much was being proven at the moment.
"So... When this person enters the room, you and him will fight it out to the death? What then becomes of those already IN the room? Will this other then turn his attention to finishing me off?" Naitachal, by nature, was a cautious person. Gathering as much information as he could about his circumstances seemed like an excellent idea to him at the moment. Once he felt he had enough information, he would release the grip his power had over the other.
"That depends on whether you interfere or not or whether you try to kill him or not. The two of us WILL fight to the death, and it will be HIM that dies, not me." The other seemed quite sure of his skills.
With a wave of his hand, Naitachal banished the psychic bond between him and the other, then leans against the tree nearby, preferring to sit up and look around rather than lay back down. "So, do you have a name, or should I just say, 'Hey, you!' anytime I have a question?"
"I am Dark Link." The other said shortly, standing up quickly and walking around to the other side of the tree. "He's here." He said, seeming to melt into the shadows of the room.
Naitachal looks back at the tree and spots a hole in the trunk, big enough for him to conceal himself in so that the one entering the room wouldn't see him. Watching with half-lidded eyes, he saw a person that looked almost identical to Dark Link enter the room, a small ball of light flitting rapidly around his head. 'What the hell...?' He thought in confusion, noting that the only differences between this person and Dark Link were the hair, clothes, and eye colors. Other than that, they were exact twins. The ball of light caught his slight movement as he shifted to pull his cloak a little closer around him.
"Hey! Link! What's that over in the tree?" A high-pitched annoying sounding voice called out, a tiny hand pointing in the direction of his hiding place.
"I don't know. Let's go find out." Link said, stalking slowly closer to the tree, drawing the Master Sword from it's sheath and swinging his shield down in front of him. "Keep an eye out for trouble, Navi."
Naitachal held his breath as Link and Navi stalked closer, heart thumping in his throat as the point of that sword found his neck and pressed against it firmly. "Whatever you are.. Out of the tree." Link commanded, eyes narrowed to dangerous blue slits as he slowly backed up, giving Nait the chance to move. Finding he could breath a little easier again, Naitachal slowly steps out of the tree, arms held up, showing he held no weapons in his hands at the moment. Link motions him a little further out, slowly circling him like a predator stalking it's prey, which, in Nait's case, was very likely. "You look Hylian, and yet your clothing shows you are not. Who are you and why are you here? Are you one of Ganon's monsters?" Link demands, the point of the sword pressing against his neck again.
Author's Notes::
*hiss* I'm already not happy with this thing... *sigh* Well... Reviews would be lovely and might fuel my muse to get back to work rather than having him go off creating other fics, yes? *has at least three others that her muse has been throwing at her* v_v; Also, for one of my other fics, visit my Fanfiction.net profile:: http://www.fanfiction.net/~rurounivaleria