He pulled the cloak tighter around himself, walking down the dirt path towards the closed drawbridge wherein was the blood of Light he needed.
Reaching the drawbridge, he gazed up at it, right hand on the sword hilt at his side. Grip tightening, he jumped onto the top edge of the wooden blockade, his eyes examining all terrains for motion. When none was made, he hoped down onto the cobblestone with nary a sound. Closer the figure crept, concealing himself in the shadows of buildings, crates. No sound came with every step, every breath as silent as death.
The two guards charged with keeping watch of the entrance to the castle had gone off gallivanting with two other girls accompanying them. Lucky for him, at any rate.
Once inside the outskirts of the castle, he leaped up the vine covered side wall, dashing past the guards. Soundlessly, and out of sight. Eyes narrowed, hold on the hilt tightening still, he bounded over the side gate, just in front of the castle.
Keeping his back to the wall, he watched the two guards at the entrance.
They conversed about imbecilic affairs; What other guards had done that day, Things with their familys, How much sales have inclined since Ganondorf had been sealed away.
Pitiful.
Sliding out from his cover, he skidded from the dirt onto the cobblestone just in back of the two guards. They fell to the ground without a sound, blood pooling around the right one, the other with a smoldering wound on the back of his neck and a slice across his back. The figure eyed them, right hand and sword raised to the side, blood steadily dripping from the blade in a nice pattern in the dirt. His left hand outstretched, fingers tense as his hand burning a black flame that dispersed at the click of his wrist.
Sheathing his sword, he concealed his right hand again beneath the cloak as he made his way to the side entrance door. Rusty as it was, burning the handle long enough melted the lock and the door swung open.
The halls candles remained unlit. No movement save for that of the cloaked figure. Climbing the steps, he peered out the window. Dawn was soon approaching, and time was fleeting. His pace quickened, the one he had to find was in this castle- higher or lower levels he was unsure of, but he could sense him...
His eyes widened at a small noise nearby, he flattened himself against a wall and waited for it to sound again, but no luck. Perhaps it was a mouse of some other form of rodent.
Shrugging it off, he took quick peeks and listens into all the rooms that were on that level. Unsuccessful, he decided to venture to the lower levels.
Noise was apparent.
A sort of discussion it seemed, between someone refined and another...less elegant individual. He crept closer to the barely open doorway, a small crack was the only thing letting any sound escape.
"Wow," Link muttered as he paced around the study "I missed out on training today, and I found out I have a sister...that's ...wow."
"You are right." Zelda said looking at the floor, holding her head in her hands.
"I need some air, I'll come back in a minute or two alright?"
"...Yes..."
"Are you ok?" he asked stopping by the doorway.
"Yes I'm quite alright, I just need some rest."
"You should go to sleep, it was a big day for you to, I can stay here the night if you want?"
"Yes, Thank you, Link."
Link... Link... That was him... Who's blood was required.
The door handle turned and Link stepped out. The man standing there just seconds before was gone, and Link sensed nothing off him. Zelda walked out after Link had ascended the stairs and she closed the door behind her with a sigh. "This is so perplexing..." She shook her head and went off to bed.
Link walked over to the side door, but stopped seeing it wide open. "...What?" He stepped closer, picking up the deformed melted lock from the floor. Something's not right....
He tossed the lock aside, and slowly stepped outside, holding onto the door frame. He checked in the moat with a quick glance. Nothing. Over the fence. Nada. He jumped when something fell not far in front of him.
The cloaked man stood slowly, back to Link. "You are the one..." He muttered, no emotion present in his voice. He turned, hand on his sword hilt and ready to withdraw.
Link took a step back, drawing his own blade and shield.
"...Who's blood I need." The man finished, pulling down the front of the cloak to reveal his face. Save for the skin tone, hair and eyes, Link was face to face with a man identical to him. "You, ...but, I-" Link cut off when his face was planted I the dirt.
Without him seeing any movement, this man had managed to give him a face plant. Link coughed, and turned his head to look at the cold-eyed man with his elbow out. What had jabbed him in the back.
"Pathetic." He commented, cloak swishing as he made another movement. Link back rolled to his feet just as the other planted his sword in the ground where Links neck had been. Unfazed, the man continued his assault with quick jerky movements, unpredictable to Link.
Link slashed unsuccessfully the first chance he got, and the man hopped onto the blade, jumped behind Link. Link tried to turn, but the man pivoted on his heel to soon and slashed his shoulder.
He jumped back, staring at the bloody blade and took out a cloth to wipe the blood off.
Link charged, but the man was still to quick and back flipped over the fence. Links sword was caught in one of the fence spacing. "Damn." He muttered, glancing at the man every so often as he tried to pull the blade out. One quick look away and back caught him off guard. As soon as he blinked the man seemed to be engulfed by a large black flame and then disappeared along with it. The only remnant of him ever being there was the chard ground the flame had left.
"What the hell...?" He squinted, but fell onto his back with a yelp as his sword freed itself from the fence. "Erghh..." He sighed, sitting up and rubbing his back. Link glanced once more at where the man had been before he doubled over holding his bloody shoulder. "Ach..." Guess not training took away my pain tolerance as well... He sheathed his sword and put his shield on his back before he walked over to the entrance of the castle.
The dead soldiers caught his attention immediately in the growing sunlight. Link dashed over, holding onto his shoulder, and knelt down beside them. Neither of them were breathing. Did he do this too?
One of Light...
Blood is the key to take off these shackles and free me...
My last minion still resists me...
Pity...
He could do so more if I wasn't force to control him...
Black flames shot from the ground of a dark cathedral-like room. Two low swinging torches were the only light source, a few keese congregated in a dark corner to the left of him.
A large window pane took up the majority of the room on the front wall, gray light showing through making the room seem even less welcoming.
The cloaked man, right shoulder bloody beneath shirt and outer garment. His face remained unchanged- expressionless and eyes cold.
Dark Link... The voice echoed through the halls, reverberating like grainy rocks against metal.
You have successfully retrieved your light half's blood, as well as your own. One more step must be taken before I can be released...
Dark Link's eyes narrowed, listening to his forced masters orders.
He walked over to a pedestal just before the large mosaic window. The gray light shone on his skin, making him look even paler than he was.
Taking the cloth he had used to clean the sword in his fight with Link, he set it face up in the center of the small square holster. Flipping the cloak off of his shoulder, he tore away some of the fabric that was covering up his simultaneous wound and placed it face down over top of the other cloth, sandwiching them together. He held his right hand up, abruptly catching on black fire that remained just above his wrist, not even catching his black glove or sleeve alight.
Dark Link lightly placed his palm onto the fabric, the fire catching onto it but not moving until he removed it. A small flicker came from the flame on the cloth, and it dodged around making a circle in the center of an upside down triangle. The fire continued moving about the cloth until it rested in the top piece of a quadraforce.
The minuscule flame gave out and died away, turning to ash and crumbled. A long slit on the underside of the pedestal shot open glowing a ghostly white. More lighted up on the walls, each a different color pertaining to one of the seven sages. The colored energy shot into the center of the room, all converging at one point. The white shot in last, and a large dark beam shot up from where the white light hit all the others.
The black beam began to grow, taking over the enter room and throwing it into a perpetual night. A blast of wind shot through, the two looming lantern flames going out and spinning in a torrent of gusts.
One of the chains broke and sent it sliding across the floor, shattered glass following it in a line as it hit the tile and skidded to a stop when it hit the door.
When the room lit again after an explosion of red light, the black armored Gerudo King stood where the colored lights had converged, each back in their glowing slots.
"Finally... I am free again...." Ganondorf laughed malevolently, clenching his hands into fists. "Dark Link," He said sternly, once finished. "Another order."
Dark Link tensed up.
"Bring me the seventh sage..." He pointed to one of the glowing slots, an aureate light shimmering in its holding. "Her majesty, the Princess Zelda..."