Linked AU One-Shots

2. Boss Death

A song fic based on the song Boss Death. I got inspired to write this based on a sprint I missed out on, which was bands/musics/song fics

Technically this takes place before the Chain meets up so I'm not really sure why then I chose to call Legend, well, Legend, but oh well. I write this in a span of roughly an hour while on the road, far from the internet and being able to quick look up things... such as what order Legend's Journeys came in. What this boss is like. Basically going off the top of my head. I did have a copy of the lyrics though. I didn't go back and edit it and just kind of went with the vibes. Anyway, here you go:

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At the end of the seemingly endless maze, Legend finally found the heart.

"Good thing you came." The voice, if it could even be called that, jeered. Legend only huffed, rolling his eyes. As if that blackened, formless nightmare even cared how he had felt. As if he even cared how he felt. As if he cared about anything anymore.

Once upon a time, all those years ago, he had been so eager to protect Zelda. No, not just her, but the world. To say he cared about such things anymore just simply wasn't true.

As the monster attacked, his body nearly dodged on its own. It was a dance that was woven within his muscles, bones, every fiber of his being.

Clutching his sword, Legwnd let out a yell as he charged, plunging his sword into the creatures weak spot. It hollared as it retreated back, the black substance spilling down his sword. Yes, the only thing he cared about was destroying this thing with every bit of strength he had, nothing more, nothing less. It was time to end this little fantasy.

What would happen after this fantasy ended? If his other Journeys had taught him anything, he'd be praised by the kingdom. Then he'd sit around, no one would want him around. He'd be a nuisance until the kingdom was attacked yet again.

Though, would he really be praised for this? Doubtful.

Did it even matter which one of them won? The creature launched at him, and he didn't quick get out of the way. He gasped as he felt his leg burn with the black substance, causing him to fall. He quickly got back up, ignoring how his ankle protested.

He wiped the sweat off his brow.

No, it didn't matter who died here. It didn't matter who fell.

The concept of "good" and "evil" wasn't as clear cut as Legend had once thought. he had been naive when he began his first Journey. Wide eyes and pure, eager to play the part of a hero. Such simple concepts, black and white. But things were never that simple. Too many shades of grey lay between the two. Or maybe, he considered, they were more like comparing colors to one another.

Turning on his bad ankle, he narrowly avoided another attack. He hissed in the pain that occurred from the maneuver, but even so he forced his body to spin, transforming the dive into an immediate attack in one fell swoop.

Yes, colors. Which was more evil? Red or blue? Green or yellow? It was all subjective. One may say one is evil, while another person may argue it differ. As long there was an enemy in front of him, he was the enemy in another's eyes. Yet no one seemed to realize that.

The nightmare lurched at him once more, it's blobish form leaping over him. He leaped, trying to use his momentum to slide across the floor but it wasn't enough. He felt the crushing weight fall on top of him, producing a CRUCH that rippled across his entire body. He inhaled sharply as he felt what likely was a few ribs breaking. Great. That's just what he needed. Talk about adding insult to injury.

But even so, with a sigh as he swiped his sword to free himself, he realized he didn't hardly care anymore. So what if the land disappeared? So what if he disappeared? To die, to waste away here. He didn't care anymore. It didn't matter what the outcome was, he decided. He'd just let his body move on its own. If he won, so be it. If he lost... well, he didn't care.

Something stung in his eyes as he managed to get back on his feet, getting into a defensive stance. Had the monster hurt his eyes too? Or had...? No, they were definitely hurt. Obviously. That was the reason. For sure.

Almost to deny that, his memory awakened her song. A gentle, bittersweet tune. The quiet mornings they had spent together, the ocean's breeze singing along as it ran through their hair. Hair the color of the sunset, eyes that twinkled like stars.

Another memory. The sound of another song. A princess — no, a kingdom needing rescuing. Her golden locks spilling over her shoulders.

A mysterious coward, sliding off his rabbit hood. The eyes that met his were identical in shape, but not in color. From him he received a shy smile, a thank you.

His uncle's soup, hot off the fire... it was a taste he could have never recreate no many how many times he had tried.

Once upon a time, those kinds of things were what he would have wanted to protect. He blinked the sweat from his eyes as he shook his head and jumped off to the side to avoid an attack he wouldn't have dodged so narrowly if only his mind was in this.

These precious things, one by one they were breaking away.

"Focus," Legend muttered to himself, almost slapping himself as he danced with his opponent. "I just have to destroy you with everything I have."

That was his fate. To destroy. Good, bad, whatever. To prosper. The Goddess willed it into being. This was just the latest iteration of her will.

And if he lived past this, without hardly saying a word, he'd disappear from the sights of the people he had met along the way. Go back home, as though he no longer existed. Wait until the next Journey.

Wasn't that what being a hero is?

Pulling his sword out of its eye, he had realized that his body really was moving on its own. Mentally, he hardly could consider himself present in this.

So maybe he was the "good guy." So maybe he was the "bad guy." Whichever of them that was left standing in the end, surely they would be considered the hero. Whoever faded away would be branded the villain. Would this be a story of a valiant escape? Or would this be a tale of defending against the destruction of everything? The victor would spin the tale.

It didn't matter if the land was destroyed. For that matter, it didn't matter if he was destroyed, either. Nothing here mattered.

And with one last swing of his sword, the creature shrieked. Everything began to shake, the egg beginning to crack and break. The island itself began to splinter and shatter, the ending he had sought was coming true.

In the moments following, Legend woke with a start, his shivering form clutching a piece of his broken boat. He had opened his eyes just in time to see the Windfish leaping through the water.

Yes, he had saved himself, but could he truly call himself the hero when he had committed such a deed against Marlon? Against all the villagers on the island?