The Legend of Zelda: Prince of the Sea

Chapter Fourteen: Branches

"Don't tell me that you're jealous?! Because I know all too well about that emotion too. You feel it more than you'd like to admit and, by the way. You really fucked you, didn't you. That kiss? With Zelda?! You stupid, fucking moron! How could you fuck that up?! You had your chance! It was when you had Zelda alone in her study, you fuck-head!! She had been crying, true, but she was vulnerable! Her defences were down, and that was totally your chance! Why didn't you just fucking kiss her?! But, oh no! You give her a stupid, lame-ass hug instead! I mean, come on! Gah! You're such a fucking loser! But that all doesn't really matter now.... It's nearly complete. Soon your soul will be trapped in the Dark Realm and I shall take your place on this plane. Zelda will be mine, and I shall show her all of my love. I will finally be able to have her... and I will fill her with my seed, and then... I..."

Dark Link's voice faded from Link's hearing as the hero's eyes were beginning to close. His strength was failing, he lay in a pool of his own blood and he felt himself starting to fall into darkness. He was vulnerable, powerless, and he knew that no one would rescue him. Even if someone were to stumble on this bloody scene, what could they do? Link was not a quitter but even he knew that he faced defeat. He had let his guard down and his moment of weakness with Zelda had consequently given Dark Link the opportunity to ambush him alone.

Little did the waning hero know, was that he wasn't alone... not really.

The Hero Chosen by the Gods had been watched as he wandered through the Faron Province. His attack by Dark Link had been seen and help was on its way in a big hurry to save the hero from a fate worse than death. However, his would-be saviour was taking longer than expected and Link was losing his fight to stay in the light... Dark Link was indeed winning.

What Dark Link was doing, besides bleeding Link like a stuck pig, was that he was actually pumping his dark essence into Link's body. Slowly he was corrupting the hero and threatening to entrap his soul of light permanently in the the Dark Realm, leaving only a bloody but empty body. His plan? Trap Hyrule's beloved hero in a realm of eternal torment and literally take over his life. Dark Link hadn't lied, he was like Link in every way. Genetically speaking he was Link, but Dark Link also had the added benefit of being able to manipulate his form using dark shadow magic.

In Dark Link's mind, his plan was foolproof. There had been no witnesses, he made sure of that. He was also fairly sure that no one would find that oil-seller's body anytime soon. Killing the dumb bastard had been some fun to kill time while Dark Link waited for Link to arrive. The only problem Dark Link could have foreseen had been if Link had been able to draw the Master Sword. That was the only true difference between the green-clad hero and his dark doppelgänger: the Blade of Evil's Bane did not agree with Dark Link's current dark magic-made form. If Dark Link was even near the blade unsheathed, it wouldn't be pleasant for him. This was why he needed Link's un-souled body, for him to slip inside like his own Hylian hero suit. If he was successful, then the villain would even be able to wield the blade and meld into the hero's life seamlessly.

A malicious grimace of satisfaction spread across Dark Link's face as he watched Link's eyes close. The hero's body went limp and the dark being chuckled. He was nearly there, it was nearly done! Sliding his eyes down to the hero's fingertips, he could see that the Hylian's skin was turning grey. Clearly his body was almost fully consumed by the darkness that Dark Link was injecting into his gut via his blade-like hand. Licking his lips before slowly sucking in a breath, the monochromatic-villain allowed himself a moment to fantasize about his beloved queen. Zelda... oh how he longed for her, needed her, desired her! Simply watching from afar had been far from insufficient to his needs, Dark Link needed to feel her, touch her, and show her how much she meant to him.

In every way possible.

All in due time. His plan was practically complete and there was nothing or no one that could stop him.