7th installment of the VGNU.
As the land of Hyrule fights to reform, an old evil reawakens on an island where it was imprisoned.
Secreting themselves away, the Princess of this land and her chosen hero travel to put this evil to rest permanently...
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Paul struggled to stay awake, crawling across the ground as it seemed to crack beneath him. It took all the strength he had, but he made his way to the other side of the room. His vision was blurring, and it was getting hard to breathe, but he had an idea.
As soon as he could reach it, he grabbed Link's sword and threw it back to him.
Link's sword clattered to the ground as Paul finally passed out, exhausted.
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The world tore itself apart, time resetting once again. The wicked vines in the forest were in a frenzy, ripping apart the trees. Mt. Talus' ice had frozen the river solid, but it was also breaking apart the land. Mt. Kasai had cracked in half, spilling lava that mixed with the icy rivers. The sky was filled with ash and frost, the water was frozen or boiling, the land was destroyed and crumbling in on itself...
But worst of all, it continued to erase itself. Small pieces of the world broke off from the ground and disappeared into flickering lights.
The world was fighting back against Vaati's magic, destroying itself in the process. If this kept up, if Link and the others couldn't stop Vaati, the damage would spread passed this island, and enter Hyrule. At that point, there'd be no stopping him.
And now that they are in a weakened state, Vaati thought, looking at the chaos he'd wrought from his shinning palace. Now that I have defeated them twice... and they have restored my power... I can be rid of the cursed Four Sword once and for all!
His memory slowly returned to him as he regained his strength, and he remembered the final days. He remembered Ezlo... and that boy... and how close true power was to being within his grasp.
He remembered the day, so long ago... the Picori Festival. He'd won the chance to touch the blade, and he'd broken it. It had been nothing but a sham, a replacement for a legend. Yet somehow a child had brought it back! Some... boy had reforged the blade, imbued it with magic, and used it to imprison him!
But not this time... this time would be different! Vaati would not let an old relic of his past best him again. This time he would destroy the blade, and the boy who wields it.
This time... Ezlo, Vaati thought, glaring at his prison island. I will surpass you.
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Link gripped his blade, pushing himself off the ground. The shrine shook, creaking, but he could already feel his strength returning. He just had to stand up! His legs felt like bricks, or like they had been chained to the floor. Link could only crawl, and he moved not a moment too soon, as suddenly a large piece of ceiling crashed down behind him. It shattered, and the chunks of stone dissipated into light, then flickered into nothing.
