Legacy Name: Dark Link
The Darkmatter Harvester
Age: 8 years, 3 months, 2 weeks
Born: July 6th, 2012
Adopted: 7 years, 5 months, 6 days ago
Adopted: May 15th, 2013
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
No. Not taken. I've never had free will. Everything in my life is planned, controlled, measured.
Ever so slowly, though, I've been gaining control of myself. My thoughts, for one, are completely my own.
It's a magnificent thing, having your own thoughts, but at first, it was exhausting.
Just imagine trying to sprint through an endless, waist-deep stretch of swamp. You might make it 5 feet, 10 even,
but eventually, you're going to have to stop.
But I can't stop. I'm going to get my life back-- not back. I'm going to gain control of my life. These.... these witches.
They're going to pay.
It was about five years ago when Ganondorf came to the witches, desperate.
"I gave you two your freedom, put you at my side, and today I am here to collect on the debt you owe me," he says, fire in his eyes.
"Anything you wish, My Lord," the two said in unison, hovering together, as if being near each other was the only way they would survive the coming moments.
"This... Hero. Link, I believe? He needs to be eliminated. No matter what is thrown at him, he does not stop. I need the only thing that can stop him. And I know the two of you can whip up a good monster. We need something nigh invincible; it needs to defeat The Hero."
And with that, the witches whipped about the hut, mumbling, bumping into each other, occasionally stopping and bickering about things, like the best vessel to combine the ingredients in.
"No, too delicate. Kotake, we need something darker."
The witch picks up a small cauldron, blacker than the night, handled with a thin strip of silver. On the front of it is the insignia of the Romani in blood red. "This."
Koume spins around, cauldron in hand, and in a blur she vanishes.
Moments later she returns with the cauldron full of ingredients, a bottle full of some strange liquid and a smirk.
"I know what to do, My Lord."
As if reading her sister's thoughts, Kotake springs into action, clearing off the gnarled, pockmarked table. "We will need a few things of the Hero's, however. How can we draw upon his strength without his essence?" the witch asked, not looking away from the cauldron.
* * * * *
It took the witches two days to create their monster. Upon which, they summoned their Master, giddily, and sprung forward when he appeared.
"We've finished, my Lord," Koume purred, gesturing to the door behind the twins.
He pushes past them, elbows extended, nearly missing their heads.
"Well let's have a look, yeah?" He says as he flings the door open.
And there I was. Standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Beaming at him, just like those witches.
"WHAT is that?!" He roared, "I didn't say make another one! They'll band together and take me down before I can get my hands on the triforce!"
"He looks like him, my Lord," Koume begins,
"But he isn't anything like him. He wants what we want, he will do as we say, and he will take care of that pesky Hero of Time," Kotake finishes, without skipping a beat. It's creepy. Like he made them, and they share the same brain, or something.
Dark Link is a character from The Legend of Zelda. I do not claim ownership of the character, only this story.
Thank you, Rathoren for this amazing overlay. <3
Tattered Ancient Tunic