Summary: Continuation of The Next Generation. In the events preceeding current day Hyrule, the Hylia tribes are at war over control. The tribe known as Hylians are leading a army to battle against the final resisting tribe to unity, the Mukri', but while this battle is going on, a man destined for Hell must deal with his own dark thoughts.....
NOTE: Like always, violence.
And again, NOTE: Yes, I know. My story has to do with the Triforce Team. Just keep reading, Part I is about backstory, in order to explain what makes the baddie this time around so...well...bad. Hope everyone enjoys this one!
Categories: Fan Fiction Characters: Zelda, Link (OoT & MM), Impa
Genres: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 17 Completed: No
Word count: 35337 Read: 76158
Published: Apr 29, 2005 Updated: Sep 11, 2005
A War Against A Single Man by BOEG
Chapter Five: A War Against A Single Man
He didn’t know how long he had been gone, hidden by the silence and shadow of the Lost Woods. He didn’t care either. He marched through the fields of Hyrule, blood covering his arms to his elbows, and an insane look about his face. His blonde hair was matted against his face, dirty and drenched in sweat. His Hylian shield was behind his back, and his sword was sheathed at his side, covered in blood and fur.
He had used the Mystic Fire quite wrong, and he could tell, as the skin about his palms was charred black and smoking, but the power he had felt was incredible. He knew the Kokiri would not make the mistake of fighting him again, and soon, he would have the entire Hylian army before him as well. Slowly but surely the Dark Knight would become the ruler of Hyrule.
The sun blared down at him, its light intense but rather welcome after the long venture into shadow. It would make his goal more attainable as well. Targets are most easily spotted in broad daylight, and usually have great difficulty in escaping one more powerful than them when they have been sighted. It was something Melaki had learned throughout the years, dead as he now was. The Dark Knight considered the knowledge of Melaki not to be knowledge he learned, but rather something that was told to him by a lowly Hylian soldier.
“Melaki! Oh my Goddesses! You’re bleeding! And your hands…are you okay?!” a Hylian soldier said, noticing the bleeding smoking Hylian soldier walking toward him. The Dark Knight stopped before the Hylian soldier running at him, charred burning skin falling from his hands and scorching the earth.
“I’m fine,” he answered.
“But look at you…covered in blood and walking so slowly,” the soldier argued.
“I said that I am fine soldier,” he stated again, his voice colder this time.
“But…your hands, they’re black as if you placed them in a fire,” the soldier noted.
“Hmph. Very well,” he said. He clenched his burned hands tightly into fists, hitting the soldier in the face. He was knocked backwards, his flesh burned by the amazingly hot skin of the Dark Knight. He wasted no time and kicked the soldier in the chest several times, and he went sprawling to the ground. He turned slowly, and found the blood stained sword of the Dark Knight at his throat.
“Go now, and give the Hylian army a message. Tell them that they have one more battle to engage in before the Unity War is truly over. Tell them that the Dark Knight, leader of the last tribe, the Cult of Hyrule, wishes to fight the entire Hylian army. Alone,” the Dark Knight said. The soldier stood slowly, and in horror, ran toward the castle to relay the message.
The Hylian army moved quickly to respond to this, arming their soldiers and steeds with armor and weaponry, marching them all onto Hyrule field as quickly as possible. At the head of the countless lines of soldiers was King Harkinarian, the Royal Family’s sword in his hand, a crown of gold about his head. The Dark Knight smiled to himself. His plan was coming to life before his eyes.
“Melaki Avencrow, why do you ask to combat the Hylian army? Are you not a general of the army yourself?” Harkinarian asked.
“I am…yet it means nothing. It is a title worthy of little and known to few. In order to be of any importance you must rule a nation, win a nation, or…take a nation,” the Dark Knight answered.
“So you wish to take Hyrule General Avencrow?” Harkinarian asked.
“Do not call me that. I am no longer a general, or Melaki for that matter. I am the Dark Knight,” he said.
“Whoever you are….please reconsider this foolishness. You do not want to throw away your life to such a useless cause and I know it. You don’t want to die,” Harkinarian pleaded.
“You are all to right I am afraid. But luckily for you your majesty, I do not intend to die. Oh no, quite the opposite,” the Dark Knight said. And with that he clenched his burned hands once more into fists, readying his shield and sword. He ran toward the Hylian army, and Harkinarian gave a loud shout to arm weapons. Instantly all of the soldiers yelled in agreement, slamming their spears into the ground then pointing them forward, marching toward the bleeding man.
They marched slowly, wanting to get the battle over with quickly. It was a single wounded Hylian general who was obviously insane, and all reasoned it would be a very quick battle. The Dark Knight stood at the ready, waiting for the soldiers to reach him. A grim smile crossed his lips, and his blue eyes grew wide in anticipation.
The first line of armored soldiers reached him, stabbing at him with their spears. He blocked all the incoming attacks with his shield, stabbing one soldier in the throat with his blade and impaling another upon his unnaturally sharpened shield-end. The others in the front line ran at him, one soldier slicing at his face, leaving a long bleeding wound across his left cheek. He angrily chopped the spear in half, stabbing the man in the face with his sword then turning quickly, ramming another in the forehead with his hilt.
The remainder of the front line attacked now, stabbing and slicing where and when they could. With a mighty slash of his blade he cut four in the chest, and cut one’s throat as he brought the blade up from the slice. He blocked numerous incoming arrows from a few soldiers who had managed to retreat, then he ran toward them all, yelling psychotically, shield in front of face. He leapt a few inches into the air when he reached these soldiers, and knocked them all to the ground. He stabbed the first two in the chest, then pressed his blade into the last one’s throat. And with that, the front line had fallen. The Dark Knight stood, turning to face the rest of the army.
The army was silenced, amazed at the skill of this Hylian. He had single handedly taken down some of the best men in the Hylian nation. They looked at each other, scanning faces for some sign of what to do, of any kind of emotion, but they could find none. At length they all did the only thing they could still think of: they marched forward. The Dark Knight ran at them, cutting armor and severing limbs, taking lives and sparing few. He took down at least four more lines in this manner, the amount of bodies around him dead or mortally wounded no smaller than sixty at least. He looked around at the devastation that he had caused, and let out a laugh of glee.
“Take him down! All of you, no more organized battle! Kill him!” Harkinarian yelled. The soldiers all cheered, and ran toward the soldier, blades and spears and shields and bows in hand. The Dark Knight fought ferociously, killing more and more soldiers. All of the lines of the army were upon him now, and he was quickly being overwhelmed, but when he was on the brink of defeat, he thrust his hands into the air, dropping his weapons and yelling loudly, “Mystic Fire Attack!!!” and like that, the pillars of flame at his command struck the ground like lightning, blasting countless soldiers into the air and back down to their deaths with every blast. Hundreds of pillars of flame shot out from the sky, killing more and more men. It was in this moment however, that the king of Hyrule readied his bow, and shot a single arrow, what would become the most famous weapon in history for years to come. “The Arrow That Saved Hyrule” it was called. That arrow he strung and let fly found its target, hitting the Dark Knight in the back, piercing his armor and flesh, and knocking him unconscious.
The king of Hyrule, angered yet unwilling to kill the general right off, commanded he be taken to the dungeon for questioning. And so it was that King Harkinarian of Hyrule would make one of the biggest mistakes of his life.
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