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: 76227
Published: Apr 29, 2005 Updated: Sep 11, 2005
Part II:A Threat Long Thought Dead by BOEG
Part II
Chapter One: A Threat Long Thought Dead
The air was hot, around ninety degrees. Black smoke rose into the air, and he felt like coughing with every breath he took. He stood on a piece of red land overlooking a flowing river of glowing magma, and the sky above him was black, lightning piercing through the clouds now and again, despite the lack of rain. The only other land anywhere near him was a similar cliff-like piece of red rock across the magma chasm, nearly fifty feet away from where he stood, and there was but one obvious way to reach it: an old wooden suspension bridge that swayed in the wind.
The man stroked his black beard lightly, then breathed in the choking fumes once more before bolting onto the bridge. He ran as quickly as his legs would carry him, the sound of the creaking wood under his feet making him at precious little ease. Suddenly a board broke out from under his foot and tumbled into the lava below, instantly catching fire. The man fell flat on his face, staring straight below at the magma through the cracks of the weak wooden boards.
Ever so cautiously the man stood, then took a few very slow, very small steps forward. He took another deep, painful breath and continued to run. He was very near to the other side, so close to solid ground, and then it happened. The ropes supporting the bridge snapped, and instantly the bridge smacked against the stone cliff face, boards plummeting into the river of fire. The man made a desperate grab for the rope but missed, and began to fall. Closer and closer to the magma he fell as each second seemed to pass in slow motion.
When he was just mere inches away however, he stopped falling, and began to float in midair. He bolted upward toward the black sky, and with a single twist of his body, landed on the other side of the chasm, safe and alive. A smile crossed his lips, and he put his hands at his sides, breathing heavily.
“Simulation off,” Jet said, and just like that, the entire dark landscape he had been in faded to nothing, the familiar metal walls and cold floors of his training unit back in his sight. The stone cliff he was atop was in reality a raised section of metal floor, a mere five feet in the air. He leapt from it, and it slowly lowered back into the ground. Jet had to hand it to him. Kazuya was getting smarter all the time, and the technology he brought back from the Mishima organization was aiding the team to say the very least.
Years had passed since the Hell Lord Warrior Modeus was defeated, but everyone in the Triforce Team knew that the army still thrived, and therefore, they all continued to train, day after day, hour after hour. Jet had kept up his rigorous training program, even as he grew older. He was now thirty-seven, not old, but by no means as young as he was when he first entered Hyrule with Link and Zelda so long ago. The children had all grown to become powerful fighters, and all were sixteen, or very near to the age.
Samson had abandoned his sword in turn for a Zedusrian spear, and Gogetta had abandoned his blade in turn for a chakram. Link II still fought with the blade however, and was becoming more and more like his father with each battle he won. Jin Kazama had learned much in the art of Ken lately as well, and the team thrived.
The Gerudo alliance had grown, and the Hylian nation finally learned to trust Ganondorf. Things were going well, and no one could complain. The Triforce Team was suffering no loss when it came to future fighters either. Both Samus and Zelda were again pregnant, only a few months apart. Peace had made its presence known in the years past, and the realms were now thriving.
Jet sat down on the metal ground slowly, stroking his beard with his left hand, sweat dripping from his body. He just couldn’t shake it. Things were going perfectly. No attacks had been made, his family was happy and safe, and his kingdom was thriving. Every cloud had a silver lining that shined brighter than the sun itself, but in the distance he could still feel the storm brewing. Something was happening, something dark. Even if it was failing to make itself known, it was felt, felt with every breath the man took. His flashbacks had not stopped; they had increased. And his dreams with Kenji had become vague, and far apart.
It was a time when some kind of guidance, any kind, would have been great, and so naturally, it was a time when guidance was the one thing that evaded him. He felt more alone than ever in the decisions he had to make, albeit there was a prince and queen to help him. Then again it happened. The flash of white light. The piercing shrill noise that blew away all of his senses to the point he couldn’t tell up from down, or even understand the question if it were asked. In his mind he suddenly saw a beautiful flower, bright pink in color, surrounded by a field of grass. It was a lush field, beautiful to behold, but there was something wrong. The tips of the blades were turned ever so gently upward, and were colored a slight brown. They were dying, slowly but surely dying, and the flower was unharmed. Out of this vision Jet was flung, and back into reality did he find himself.
His heart sank. Lower than it had in years it sank. Every dark feeling he had in his head came out in raw emotion, and with a sigh he stood and put on his blue training shirt. He quickly gathered all of his weaponry and he headed upstairs. The alarm had sounded.
“Man, what in the world could be wrong?” Shinota asked. The man had not changed much at all, save a black beard.
“I don’t think anyone has the slightest clue, but it sure as hell isn’t one of the normal customers ringing the bell,” Jin answered.
“Hmm? Whaddya mean?” Jet asked.
“The signal…it’s coming from Labrynna,” Jin answered.
“Eh, we better warp first and ask questions later,” Akullodorf said, tightening his black gauntlet onto his hand. The Gerudo had long since abandoned his Doomknocker armor for the garb of Gerudo kings.
“Digi-Port…Open!” Jet yelled, thrusting the old device in front of his face.
“Let’s see if we still got it,” Kazuya said with a smirk, cracking his neck. The team let out their cheers (or sighs in the case of some) of agreement, and headed for the realm of Labrynna.
The tears of the people fell to the ground of the stone lined streets. They had all gathered around in a large crowd, all dressed in black. The sounds of the pain and anguish of the Labrynnans would melt the heart of even a demon in this moment. The blue warp portal phased into sight, distorting the air and launching out the forms of the Triforce Team into the crowd of people on the streets. They were given numerous looks, some confused, some unwelcoming.
“What has happened here?” Zelda asked an elderly woman with red hair.
“Who are you to be questioning us, when you are not even dressed properly for such an occasion? Have you no respect for the dead?” the woman asked.
“The…dead?” Zelda questioned slowly.
“You there, sir, can you tell me what is happening?” Ogre asked a man of around thirty years of age.
“A great loss, the passing of an era, and a family’s memory,” the man answered in a shaky tone.
“I’m gonna put an end to this confusion, right now,” Gogetta said in a determined voice. He looked just like his father, retaining the bull cut and the muscles. He wore blue saiya-jin pants, and brown combat boots. He had a black leather vest that was unfastened at all times, with no shirt underneath, and he wore black gloves, the fingers cut out.
“Gogetta don’t!” Zelda said in a low but stern tone.
“Mom, I can handle it,” Gogetta said with a smirk.
“Gogetta Prescott!” Zelda said loudly, several of the Labrynnans eyeing her. She was too late however, and her son ran into the middle of the street.
“Here ye, here ye! I am Gogetta, the prince of the kingdom of Hyrule! I ask to know, on behalf of all of the realms, what has befallen Labrynna?” Gogetta asked, thrusting his left hand into the air. Two soldiers in green armor stepped forward slowly, bowed, and then spoke in unison.
“Sir! Queen Ambi was assassinated sir!” the team was taken aback.
“Who did it?!” Ganondorf asked.
“We do not know sir!” the soldiers answered.
“What has become of the body?” Akullodorf asked.
“It is still in the castle sir!” the soldiers answered.
“Lead us to her,” Jet instructed.
“Sir yes sir!” the soldiers answered, marching slowly toward a stone staircase leading to a massive tower of black stone.
“It’s amazing…how disciplined these soldiers are,” Jet said to Zelda quietly, walking forward. The team followed.
The black tower they entered was as eerie and dark on the inside as it was on the outside. There were entire chambers dedicated to the rigorous training of the robot-like soldiers, and the floors were of the same polished black rock as the walls. There were no doors in any of the chambers, only black veils covering the doorways. The soldiers slowly drew aside the curtain to the royal throne room, and the Triforce Team entered.
Queen Ambi was in a dress of crimson, laying peacefully on a bed, no apparent wounds upon her body.
“She seems fine…what could have happened?” Ganondorf asked, confused.
“Poison sir!” the soldiers answered.
“Do you have any idea if Ambi had any enemies? People who would want her dead?” the executioner asked.
“The entire land was in love with the queen…even the animals would flock near to the tower to hear her majesty sing,” one of the soldiers said quietly, breaking from his loud routine of speech.
“Your Hylian Highness,” a soldier said at the doorway, hitting his left shoulder with his right closed fist and bowing quickly, the salute of the Labrynnans.
“Yes?” Jet asked, turning toward the soldier.
“You must come quickly sir, there’s been another death,” the soldier said, exiting the throne room quickly.
“Whoever this is doing all the damage, they sure don’t take a break, eh?” Jet asked, more to himself than anybody. He took one last look at the dead queen before leaving the chamber.
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