The Legend of Zelda: Humanity's Last Hope (by LinkDaLegend)

Chapter 25: The Phantom

       All I could do was weep as his last statement spoke a truth, an overbearing, painful truth.

Abelia's POV

       I couldn't understand how that affected Link, but I came to his side and did what I could to comfort him. After a few seconds, he gazed at the eternal ceiling. I couldn't understand what happened to him at that moment, for he had not responded to any of my questions. He merely kept his eyes gazing at the void above. Suddenly he came back to all of us and began to speak.

My POV

       I did my best to show as little grievance as possible as I spoke, "You have forgotten something of grave importance to that story which you have told us: My final blow was only meant to be with my fists, but due to the period of time I had held the blade in my hands, they became moist, and the sword slipped from my hands to your throat. I couldn't believe what I had just done, so I ran away to the Hylian Training Yard."

       "It ate my heart out having to write a lament for your untimely death. I was just about to unsheathe my sword to slice my own, but one of my other friends came seconds after. She did what she could to show me I wasn't responsible for your death, but it still didn't help me much. That very day would have been the last day I lived in that time had Romilda not fought against me. It did hurt when she couldn't save me from myself at that moment, but I did wake up again. From then on, I knew my life would always be one full of trials."

       "How dare you speak with such a vile tongue to him!" Impa shouted. Feelings that burned an eternal fire only put out by the one whom made it now began to spark within.

       "I don't care if what you say is true. No one speaks of me like that!" Instantly, the ground became the walls of a box, trapping us within. I immediately reached for the Master Sword and began to try to cut the box, but, strangely, I couldn't.

       "Oh, great. What else can I use to cut?" Paige hopped out of her resting place and hovered in front of me.

       "The Master Sword is not only a sword," said she.

       "Wait," I said, a plan in mind, "Are you telling me I can make this whatever I want it to be?"

       "Anything that is not a sword that has a blade."

       "How shall I accomplish this task?"

       "Think about what you want it to become, and hold the Master Sword up to the sky. It shall become the item of your choosing." I did exactly that, and it worked. It began to float out of my hand and hovered not too far from me. It slowly became smaller and floated back to my hands. I quickly swung my arm and grabbed the newly formed dagger with my hands. I tried again, and it worked that time.

       "Come on," I said, motioning them to jump. Zelda could only pound against the emptiness of the hole as I fell back to the ground.

       "Why are you doing this?" I desperately asked the voice, "You now know I had not done it out of will but of mistake."

       "I don't care!" it responded. From the wall behind me floated a ghostly figure of much enormity. "You will pay for what you have done!" It immediately charged an attack that attacked the area. Once he shot it at me, though, I used the Master Sword to return it via the Master Sword. We kept bouncing it back and forth for a while, the dark energy being used for a volleyball in a semi-finals match. Every time we hit that volleyball, though, it came to us faster. Eventually, the phantom could not keep up with the pace, and he floated down to the ground, hit. Once it touched the ground, it stood and became a physical body. I began to slash at it, but it fought back. Eventually, it knocked me back and became a phantom again.

       The phantom suddenly disappeared from sight and reappeared as five phantoms encircling me, the diameter slowly shrinking. It was hard to tell the difference until I noticed the ghostly fingernails not trimmed short on one of them. I ran behind him, and the other phantoms disappeared, making him the only one left. He then became a physical body again, but when I started hacking at it again, I sliced half its arm off, black blood and dark, ghost-like bones flying all over. I made sure to avoid it all.

       It disappeared again and floated in front of me. From there it rose and backed away to prepare another attack on my surrounding area. We were playing volleyball again, but this time we played a longer game. I was too focused on the game to notice my opponent not growing weary so easily as I had. It was his turn to score a point for his team. The attack sent me into a short-lived paralysis all over. I came out of it when I was hit by the pommel of its oversized sword. I was hit, and I was hit dreadfully. I didn't know if I could think through the swelling and the pain my mind had undergone. It was as if I had to watch that fateful night over and over again, trapped within time.

       Just as it charged another of the same attack, my stamina suddenly restored itself, and I stood. I challenged it to a rematch, so we had at it again, smacking the ball back and forth across the court. Through the long period of time it took me to finally expose its weakness, I thought of nothing but my friends. They filled me with determination.

       I rushed to the vulnerable phantom and dealt my last hits to it, blood being shed to the point of death. All it did, though, was knock it down, but it finally gave up as it stood and stared at the Master Sword.

The Phantom's POV

       I put up a good fight, but I have to admit: Link was a good match against me. I don't know why I ever tried to fight him in the first place, but there I was, shocked of the sudden turn in the competition.

       "Where are they?" he asked, enraged most likely due to his shortage of present friends.

       "Safe," I replied.

       "Do better." I panicked, and I think he saw it. He turned around and walked toward the locked doors. That made my move a lot easier. He came closer to the door, and I crept closer to him. I had my sword at the ready for decapitation. Once he stopped at the door, I charged myself up to attack him. Before my swing could become effective, something pierced me in many places. With that... I... fell... forever... gone... into... darkness...

My POV

       I put my arm in front of my throat so I wouldn't die on a high probability. Once the sword sliced my arm, and the entity fell, I had not expected to see Zelda there. She ran to me, deeply concerned.

       "I'll be fine, Sara," said I before she could speak a word, groaning about my cut, "It's only a regular cut. Nothing evil came of it."

       "How can you be so sure?" Princess Zelda asked.

       "I haven't felt anything evil flowing through my veins yet."

       "Check anyway, please, for my sake." I placed my other hand on my arm, and the blood came back to it. Although I didn't feel it, there was a drop of black blood sitting on the ground, lifeless. I stood in place, speechless. After a few seconds of looking up, down, and all around the room, I noticed something strange at the top. I then looked for a way up, and, sure enough, a LONG rope dropped from up top, but Zelda disappeared from sight without a trace.