Adopted into Evil

Chapter 6

Chapter 6
(100 Years Later)

(Zant's P.O.V)

        'It's not fair! WHY HER!' I thought while repeatedly slamming my head onto the ground in a comical fashion. Recently that impudent princess, Midna was chosen to be the heir to the throne of Twilight. She did not deserve it what so ever. I did. I served the Royal Family for centuries and this is what I get? NOTHING! I have watched over that girl for nearly 100 years. The girl with bright red hair and scar. She was brought in my a man. Now, this man was frighteningly menacing. Long bright scarlet hair, gold color eyes that had steel behind them as he spoke, he looked like a war lord who was about to lash out any minute, or would attack the royal family if they denied his desire. His only desire was to have the girl he carried in his armored arms be taken care of. His voice was deep, sarcastic, and evil. Though, when he spoke to the King and Queen, his breaths were pain filled due to a large gaping hole in his chest. He must have been banished here. Like all the filth from the light world. I was chosen to watch over her when the man left. He didn't say where he was going. It must have been a place for him to kill someone. I remember his eyes were flooded in anger and pain.

        "Why aren't you watching the girl, Zant?" Midna's conniving voice said behind me. I spun on my heels to see the tall, thin, and youth driven Twilight Princess. Orange hair laced with a royal headdress that made its way down her nose. Her yellow eyes held a sense of her arrogance. "Didn't my parents tell you that you have to watch the girl until she wakes up?"

        "So, what have you come here for? To gloat about you being chosen a few months ago?" I said, ignoring her request.

        Midna giggled. "My, my, Zant you are-"

        "I will be King. I will overthrow you and this pathetic excuse for a kingdom. The power of being king will run through my veins and with it, I will kill you and every little Twili who denies my ruler ship." I exclaimed while appearing in front of her face.

        "Oh, Zant. You're petty threats are just merely sayings to me. You can't do anything to me while I have the powers that are given to me with being the ruler of the Twilight Realm. I can easily snuff your life out with a single blow to the head. I don't think we want that now, don't we?"

        I pushed past her and made my way to the balcony. Falling to my knees once again, I cried out to the sky on how I can take over the world. No answer. Taking that as my last resort, I began to bang my hand on the ground trying to cause brain damage in order to find a way to kill myself.

        "HEY YOU, BOWLING PIN HEAD!" A deep voice yelled. I looked up and saw a giant orb like thing coming at me.

        "What the fak?" I said to myself.

        "I think you have something of mine." It replied, but I saw that the orb wasn't there. Instead, the voice came from a source who was much louder and much closer. I turned around and saw a tall, muscular, long-haired, and familiar man. He had a similar appearance to the girls'. But, he had no scar, instead he possessed a large glowing wound on his chest. Instantly remembered him as the guy who gave us the task of maintaining the sleep patterns of the girl. I stepped back in fear.

        "So, your Zant?" He began walking around slowly with his hands behind his back. "You were the one to watch over the Duchess as she served her punishment that was dealt out by the Sages?"

        I nodded. "Y-yes, sir."

        "Then why aren't you watching over her!? What possible reason could you have to not be in there, making sure she doesn't die!?"