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The Legend Of Zelda - The Worlds End Ch. 6
By CarnaRaptor
The end of the spear, larger than Link’s head and sharper than diamond, slid through the falling snowflakes, casting them aside with a gale wind that was as strong as the most powerful hurricane. Link side-stepped the attack, throwing his arms back to slide by the point and shaft. As the spear slammed into the ground, snow and earth alike shot into the air all the way to the mountains.
Link swung his body around, sword tucked in tight to his chest and used the momentum to hit the statue as hard as he could. The sword chipped the arm of the creature, then shattered.
“Goblin junk!” he yelled as he turned to run away from his startled opponent.
Nacie slid under the first sword of her opponent, and spun around as the second sword sliced straight down to the ground. She slammed her dagger into the stone of the creature, slicing into it’s cracked skin. The creature did not even seem to notice. It raised its arm, Nacie still hanging on by the dagger and flung her across the snowy sand.
Link rolled across the sand, kicking up snow as he rolled, trying desperately to find anything he could to help. The stone guardian stayed with him, thrusting with his spear again and again, trying to hit the agile Hylian. Link’s hand ran across a sharp rock sticking in the snowy sand and grasped it as he rolled away from the attack. He swung his body around, and with a leap, shoved the jagged rock into the yellow sphere of the eye.
Before Link even hit the ground, the creature roared in agony and sent a wave of magic so powerful, all around were thrown yards away from the creature.
“What did you do?” Nacie yelled as she pulled herself from the snow, looking to the cloaked fighter.
“It shouldn’t have done much!” Link yelled as he held his head in his hands. His cloak flapped in the wind and a trickle of blood fell from the edge of his eye as he looked up. “I hit it with a small stone! Their eyes may well be their weak point!”
“We don’t bloody well have time for this!” Nacie yelled, pulling herself to her feet. The two guardians had risen, as well, though the wounded statue was still on one knee, holding its hand over its eye.
Nacie twisted her dagger around, holding it parallel to her arm and pulled her cloak around the front of her body. With a smile at the young Hylian, she darted forward, directly between the two beasts, both of whom took notice immediately.
The wounded statue came to its feet, dropping the large spear it held and pulled out two swords. Nacie rushed to its side and stopped, looking carefully at the creature and listening sharply for its friend.
“Are you crazy?” Link screamed, jumping to his feet. “Get away from them!”
Nacie paid him no attention. The first statue closed in on the two and viciously attacked the Gerudo thief. Nacie, with such grace as even the best dancers could not imagine, dodged the attacks, then swung around the other two blades of the wounded statue. Both creatures pulled back, then charged. Nacie swung her arms aside and split her legs apart just as the swords crossed each other, slicing through both statues.
The stones fell into three heaps each, and the yellow spheres rolled to the ground, the light fading immediately.
Link stood still on the cold beach, his breath carried away on the wind.
Nacie stood and winked at the young warrior. “I told you before, hero, we Gerudo are more resilient than most would give us credit for.”
“I believed you before,” Link responded, lifting one of the heavy swords of the statues. “I just didn’t understand how resilient you could be.”
The snowflakes dusted the red hair of the thief as she pulled the hood of her cloak up. Her green eyes turned to the canyon, looking down to the temple and the great doors of the Water Temple. Swirls of fog lifted from the icy pools of water that still remained trapped in the rocky basin, and the clouds passed by overhead in great clumps, emptying their snows more than ever before. Distant black clouds to the north filled the horizon, rising from the volcano.
“The door is covered over by ice, hero,” Nacie said, running her smooth hand over the wet block. “Magical ice. It will take magic to break this block. Magic I do not have.”
Link walked up, running his hand across the ice and peering carefully at the purple haze the water seemed to give off. “I may have something that can help, though I’m not sure.”
The Hylian reached into his pouch and pulled out a small diamond-shaped pendant. “I don’t know if Din’s fire burns anymore. It failed long ago, as it was meant to be used only in these lands, but since I’m back, perhaps it will still work.”
Link closed his eyes and held the small diamond out before him, touching it to the ice. He clutched his hand to his chest and whispered, “Goddess Din, if still you have any power, if still you care yet for your lands, lend me your power.”
For several seconds, the diamond did nothing. Slowly, however, steam began to rise from the point of impact where the pendant touched the ice. The steam became thicker and thicker, until, finally, fire burst from the orange glow that came from the diamond. The ice melted, and the entrance opened.
“Interesting,” Nacie said, holding the pendant and looking carefully at it. “If you have more toys such as these, perhaps we will yet defeat Nuerme.”
Link watched as the orange glow faded from the diamond. “I’ve long since lost or sold almost all of my items,” he said. “This was the first real gift given to me by the great fairies, however, and that is why I keep it, however worthless it may now be. As you’ve said before, if we must fight, it will be with little more than our minds and our bodies.”
Nacie smiled as she slid into the darkness. “Then, hero, are you willing to follow me to depths of hell?”
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Purple hues began to fill the city, as portals opened up between the burning houses. Three-dimensional worlds seemed to collapse to two as matter simply opened up in a purple flash.
Snow again fell from the skies, sliding through the heavy black smoke and finding its ironically quiet journey come to an end in a bloody mess and a fiery town.
Goblins began to pour through the portals spears raised and ready, and Wizrobes slowly floating over their heads. The crunching of the snow as they walked forward was only drowned out by the fires that roared and the armor that clanged. The dog faces of the goblins were contorted, and drool fell from their lips.
A flash of light shot to the sky from one of the Wizrobes, and instantly, the Goblins swarmed forward onto their enemy. Zora rushed from the graveyard and the entrance of the city, knocking down the gates and rushing forward with their large spears.
Tears fell from Zelda’s ruby eyes as she looked around her, helpless to stop the attack.
Rauru floated to the air and extended his arms. A bright, blinding light came from his outreached hands, and beams of energy flowed through his arms, ripping through the attacking Zora at the graveyard. “Go, Saria!” he commanded, “Escape through the shadow temple! Protect the baby at all costs!”
Impa and Nabooru screamed and charged directly at the goblins and Zora. They sliced through the onslaught, distracting them enough for the young Kokiri girl to try to sneak by.
Rauru let another blast from his arms as the Wizrobes closed in on the Kokiri and baby, but just as he let the attack go, an arrow struck his arm, causing him to cry out and fall to the ground.
“Zora, I am your princess, and I command you to stop!” Ruto cried out in shock. The Zora charged at her, fins raised to attack. Their purple armor shined from the fires as they darted forward, and Ruto, never expecting them to actually attack stood still, looking at the strange armor.
Two of the Zora charged forward, slicing down at her, but their fins slammed into solid stone. They looked up to find Darunia smiling down at them. “Two more Zora traitors!” He flung his arm, sending the fish-like people flying through the air and slamming into the rocky walls.
Horns began to sound as Hylian troops filled in ranks behind the Zora and Goblins. They let a volley of fiery arrows fly, not concerned with who might get struck by their sharpened ends.
The Hylian Cavalry charged through, slicing through Zora and Goblin alike, as well as charging the Sages.
While Impa and Nabooru fight viciously, already their skin stained with the red and green blood of their enemies, Saria slipped through the entrance to the graveyard. Arrows whistled past her head as she slipped through the entrance, trying desperately to hold on to the baby.
Tears fell and whimpers escaped her mouth as she rushed out of the tunnel and into the graveyard. Spirits began to rise from each grave, and lighting thundered down to the ground, melting snowflakes as they fell. Saria suddenly fell forward, dropping the baby as something struck her head.
Spots dancing before her eyes, Saria rubbed the back of her head and tried to look up to her assailant. Purple eyes flashed from a yellow cloak, as a harsh laughter filled the air.
“Where, exactly, do you think you’re going, little one?” Sakura’s voice filled the air.
Saria cried out, reaching back with her hand as it began to glow with bright, green magic. She summoned all the strength she had and began to throw an attack at Sakura. The Squire laughed and kicked the Kokiri hard across her head before she could finish the attack, however, the ball of energy missing wildly.
Sakura slowly walked to the screaming baby and kneeled over. “Shhh,” she whispered. “Shhh, why must you cry so, my sweet? Just think, wars are fought over you. What woman wouldn’t want that?”
“None who seek peace, as this land has,” a voice called from behind.
Sakura turned slowly and laughed hard.
“Zelda?” she asked. “So, you are the Sheikah, huh? I should have guessed.”
“I cannot let you take that baby,” Zelda said harshly, pulling a dagger from its sheath on her arm. “Give her to me.”
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The final being to ride through the gates rode black armor, the helm of which covered his smiling face. So much time had passed since the Knight had seen such carnage. So long had it been since he last thrust his sword through and enemy. “I’m beginning to like Hyrule, Duggan.”
“This scarred landscape, and these horrible atrocities are not the Hyrule that should be,” Duggan answered, lifting his helm. His weathered face was filled with grief as he looked out upon the carnage. Bodies flew through the air as Durania threw his weight around. Fiery arrows filled the sky and ground with their death and destruction just before the Cavalry charged through. “This is no way to retrieve a simple child.”
“Come, now, Duggan,” Bishop laughed, pulling his sword from its sheath and spurring on his horse. “How can civilization evolve, without destruction?”
Bishop charged past the archers and swung his sword upon the first goblin he came to. The creature screamed as it fell to its final resting place. More Goblins turned and attacked the black Knight. Bishop quickly dispatched of each, and turned his attention to the Zora, throwing blasts of fire at them from his sword.
“Infidel!” a harsh voice screamed. Bishop turned just in time to see a large woman charging through the fight directly at him with a spear. Impa screamed loudly as she thrust her spear forward.
Bishop raised his shield and knocked away the attack, pulled out his sword and slashed at the Sage, slicing into her side. Impa swept the spear back, crashing it over his magic armor and splitting it into splinters, but Bishop did not budge.
The Knight smiled and kicked the woman, knocking her back to the ground where she passed out.
“Do you truly wish to be King?” a strange voice asked.
Bishop looked left and right, but saw nothing. “What?” he asked.
“If you truly wish to be a king, then bring me the baby,” the voice answered.
“Who are you?” he asked, smiling, looking around. “What do you mean.”
“Riches, women, absolute control, these are all yours, should you bring me the baby, Lord Bishop,” the voice replied. “Bring the baby through the portals, and all will be yours.”
Bishop laughed, pulled his horse around to the graveyard and spurred it on, slicing through any creature along the way.
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“You would protect a baby that will be your downfall?” Sakura asked. “Why not kill it, now? Your father seems to be the one with any sense. Destroy the baby, rule your lands.”
“The baby, regardless of what it may do one day, is still a baby,” Zelda answered. A strand of hair blew across her face, her hood blew in the wind as she stood, ready with her dagger. “I would no sooner kill a unicorn than any baby. Prophecies sometimes don’t always come to pass. I will fight only when I know what I am fighting.”
“Then it is as your father says,” Sakura laughed. “You are a fool. I do not know why my master wishes to have you for a wife. He must only believe you will be useful in bed.”
Zelda screamed and charged forward, fire ablaze in her eyes and her heart. She sliced with her dagger, careful to not his the child, but Sakura parried the attack with her sword. Zelda darted forward, slicing and attacking, but each time, Sakura parried or ducked.
“You are gifted, Princess,” Sakura laughed. “But I have fought many better than you.”
Sakura swung her sword around and sliced into Zelda’s shoulder. Zelda pressed her hand to it, the sting of the wound was so sharp she almost passed out there. Sakura attacked again, but Zelda threw her blade up, just knocking the sword away. The two swung their bodies around, moving as gracefully as ballerinas, each careful not to strike the baby.
Sakura stopped, stepped back, and threw a deku nut from her sword down to the ground. Zelda covered her eyes and rolled away, barely missing the attack, but Sakura stayed on her.
“You want to play tricks, huh?” Zelda asked, rounding on the snow and falling to one knee. “I’ll give you a trick unlike any you’ve ever seen!”
Zelda held her dagger across her palm and closed her eyes, mumbling something under her breath. A blue ball of energy formed at her hands, and a blast of energy hit the ground in front of Sakura, sliding under the snow, coming out behind the Squire, and slamming into the back of the Thief.
Zelda caught the baby as it fell forward, and lifted her dagger, ready to strike the Squire down once and for all.
Sakura reached to her boot, pulled a knife and dashed forward as Zelda attacked. Sakura brushed aside Zelda’s dagger with her sword, then stabbed the knife deep into Zelda’s chest.
Zelda’s ruby eyes turned back to blue, and widened. A small gasp came from her mouth as all began to turn white. Blood spat out from Zelda’s mouth, and her body began to fall forward, pressing against Sakura’s yellow cloak.
“But…” Zelda whispered, her body slowly falling down Sakura’s.
“Hush, hush, hush,” said the squire, putting her finger to the Princess’s mouth. “Now, you will dream the dreams of kings.”
Zelda fell to the ground, the snow around her quickly turning red, as more explosions sounded out from the city.
“You killed her?” a deep voice asked from behind. “I did not wish this.”
Sakura turned and knelt, holding the baby carefully. “I am…sorry, my lord. I did not mean to…I only…”
“Failure is not to be expected, Sakura,” Bishop said harshly. “Still, I suppose since this is the first time you have ever failed, I can look past it. Bring me the baby and come with me.”
“Yes, my lord,” Sakura answered. “Of course, my lord. Are we off to the castle?”
“No,” Bishop answered. “We have better places to go.”
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Bishop charged through the armies, rushing for the portals. Wizrobes covered his retreat above, as Rauru, barely alive and awake, painfully exchanged attacks with the creatures. Goblins and Zora finally gained the higher ground and pushed the Hylian soldiers back as portals again opened.
“You will go no further!” Darunia thundered as he turned from a portal to face Bishop. “That baby is meant to be with the Goddesses, and I will kill you if I must!”
“You make me laugh,” Bishop barked. “You have no idea just how weak you are!”
Darunia charged forward, his arms raised, but his attack never came. Bishop raised his sword and whispered a spell. Lightning blasted from the end of his sword, slamming the Goron through two houses and into the windmill, knocking the great tower down to the graveyard behind it.
The army retreated through the portals, Hylian Knights slowly moving behind. The sages all had major injuries, yet continued fighting. As the last remnants of the retreating Goblins hurried through the closing portals, one Wizrobe, bigger and stronger than the others turned and raised its hand to the sky. Powerful arcs of lighting reached down, sliding its currents across the ground, and knocking out all who were left standing in the blood-drenched town.
Rauru’s magic protected the sages, but at a cost of his conciousness.
Finally, the last portal closed as the Wizrobe flew through, and the lightning came to a stop. The burnt and smoking bodies of the dead filled the air with foul odors, and the Sages, unsure of whether victory had been achieved or not, turned to the Graveyard.
“Darunia!” Impa called out, nursing the black eye she now had from Bishop. “Darunia! Are you alive?”
“Help!” a child’s voice screamed. Saria stood in the doorway of the Graveyard, blood trickling down the side of her face, and tears smearing the thick liquid. “The baby’s gone, and they killed the Princess!”
The group hurried through the gateway, helping each other along. Ruto and Nabooru carried Rauru, as Impa helped Darunia’s wounded and chipped body stumble down the stairs of the mill to the entrance.
Saria openly wept as she fell to Zelda’s white face. “Is she dead?” she weakly asked.
“I do not know that even she, with all her powers can survive this,” Rauru answered. “But I shall try what I can to help.”
“We must hide,” Impa said. “Somewhere where they cannot find us. Somewhere no one, not even the Goddesses can reach us.”
“No such place exists,” Nabooru answered. “Believe me, I have searched.”
“These graves,” Saria answered. “We cannot move Zelda far, so we should hide in these hidden graves.”
“Will the armies not come down on us, here?” Darunia asked. “We can no longer fight, no matter our resolve.”
“If they wished us dead, they would still fight us now, even as we are wounded,” Impa answered. “The child is right, we should stay here.”
“Why have the goddesses forsaken us?” Saria asked, looking to the others. “They said it would be easy. Retrieve the child, and take her to the temple of time.”
“Another has interfered,” a light, soft voice called from above.
The group looked up to see the three goddesses floating gently in the air.
“All is not as was foretold.”
“Peace was to be here.”
“Another has come. He will destroy all to make it as he wishes it.”
“It is Chaos. Rau. Nuerme.”
“For many names, has he.”
“Go there, we shall. Handle this ourselves we will.”
The goddesses touched hands, and in flashes of light, disappeared into thin air.
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“What is it?” Nacie asked. “Are you okay?”
Link brushed the sweat from his forehead and looked at the redhead carefully. “I don’t know. Something’s…missing. Something’s just not right. I feel as though I’m suddenly…lonely.”
“I am here with you,” Nacie answered, “You are not alone.”
“I…I know,” Link responded. “I just…it feels like a part of me is missing. I can’t explain it.”
“Can you go on?” Nacie asked.
Link shook his head. “Of course. I just…just wondered what I was feeling.”
Nacie took the Hylian’s hand. “Sometimes when those close to us leave this realm, we feel their souls passing. Especially those of us who are in touch with magic at all times. I only hope this is not the case for you.”
Link nodded. “I hope not, as well. Come, let us move on into the temple.”
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