The Revival of Shadow Link

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Friends, just so you know, falling into the floor and having no idea what you're doing there is just as fun as you'd think.

My entire body shuddered and all movement was agonizing.

"Go! Defeat the heroes!" I heard come from the trice accursed Mirror. I hated it so much, I would have let Vio took that stupid hammer to it if that wouldn't have killed me.

I coughed out the black substance that filled my artificial lungs. Nothing about me was real, I was not Hylian, I was a monster made from shadows and twisted thoughts full of malice and hatred. The sooner I accepted that, the less pain I'd feel when I saw him.

I groaned in pain, and tried to push myself up, but my hand slipped and my entire body fell back into the hard floor of...

Where was I again?

I picked myself up again before noticing that I was not alone.

I looked up and locked eyes with the princess of Hyrule.

I internally rolled my eyes. Wasn't kidnapping the princess a bit cleshe? But no, because she's important to his plan. I'm pretty sure he's just total trash.

She had golden hair that fell down her back, the ends curling, and no matter how long she spent as a captive, she still looked beautiful and her hair hadn't messed up yet. Her large blue-green-ish turquoise eyes that pretty much stared straight into your soul were filled to the brim with concern and pity, disgusting pity that made me want to stand up and claw her eyes out.

Like if actually manage to do something like that. As much as I hated it, she hadn't done anything deserving of something like that and I was also way to weak to be able to stand. My body was still shaking and I couldn't get the memory of the holy light emitting from their swords, burning me, out of my mind. Oh, and if that didn't hurt enough, the one person that brought it upon me had stabbed me in the back. Not literally though. But wouldn't that have been so much easier, if he had actually stabbed me in the back and murdered me like that.

She took a step forward. She was fair skinned like she never went outside—which I guess, she hadn't really been going out there too often—and she wore white evening gloves, but like whiter than white, it almost hurt to look at because it was so white. Her pink floor length dress still looked crisp and her golden head thingie that might have been a crown of sorts seemed to sparkle. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, same age as the original Link, but she told tall like she had fully matured. Her body was slender and she was tall, and in that moment, I felt like an ant.

In all, she looked like a flawless, divine goddess who had he power to smite me but didn't because I was too weak to.

I was an ant standing in front of a goddess who could easily step on me.

What if they won? What if I got sent back to the Dark World to rot forever, and my lovely, darling traitor Vio would put his sword back with the other Links, to return to one? To go back to the lovesick boy the original Link was. Would that mean my Vio would have to be in love with this girl?

Well, maybe she wasn't that attractive. She was kinda flat. Maybe too tall. Kinda annoying.

No, who was I kidding, she was gorgeous.

Ugh, what if Vio was straight?! What if the sexuality he told me was a lie?!

"Don't touch me!" I shouted, flinching when she reached out a hand. "Get away from me!"

She stepped back, frowning like I was being a minor nuisance. "Are you hurt?"

"Argh, I don't need your pity!" I snapped at her. "Nothing hurts more than pity!" Except maybe the boy you love betraying you and making you go through hell just so you can get your ass kicked again. "Curse you!"