Lone Hero (a story)

[Konfucius]

I have a few weeks left before Uni starts, weather isn't that good either so what should I do besides finally completing my GC games? Yes, write a story to pass the time.

 

I know this should belong to the creative board but some stories were already posted outside it so I dared to do the same. And I also think the creative board isn't visited a lot by non Photoshop people so to say.

 

So please leave some feedback on it. I'm only going to post the first bit at the moment but it should give you enough hints what the story is about.

Hope you like it.

 

 

 

Prologue: The Great War

 

„I still don’t think it’s a good idea to launch a full scale attack. We are outnumbered and they are much better equipped than us.“ – “So what is it that you suggest then?†– “We should sneak into the Palace and try to kill the Royals. Without a leader there’ll be little resistance.†– “That may very well be true but you forget that I have the Power. We will not loose.†– “You’re always talking about that Power but I never saw any of it. What if it doesn’t exist, what if it fails, then we’ll be slaughtered.†– “I assure you, my dear, it does exist and none of us will be harmed.â€- “Still I don’t feel comfortable. I think we should…†– “I think you should stop thinking. I am the King and it is my decision, never forget that. Besides that dawn will be shortly and the attack has to commence as planned.â€

They were looking down on a wide open field. Thousands of barely clothed females were all lined up. Ready for combat.

The King raised his voice: “Dear followers, I promised you that I would make us a better Land, a prosperous Land, a peaceful Land. Nature cheated on us, where there is nothing to grow nothing can grow so we have to take what should be ours. It is their fault, they abandoned us, they drove us out, and they sent us into the desert. We are only reclaiming what should be ours. Today we’ll decide our future. I see our future already. It’s a glorious future, a prosperous future. The Power is on our side. There is nothing that will stop us.â€

The crowd cheered. Their hope and dream would finally come true, after such a long time.

The first sunrays started to break through the woods and faintly lit the field. In the distance, on the other side of the field armours reflected in the sunlight. It looked like lots of little raindrops on the grass but close up it was a big army. Soldiers willing to protect their homeland.

“Charge,†shouted the King and the female warriors ran towards the enemy. As they could see the white in their eyes they threw their spears and almost as a row of dominos, the Soldiers fell. “They’re female,†went through the rows. “Attack anyways,†was the mutual reply and so they did. They drew their swords and fought back.

The King mumbled: “There’s still too many of them, still too many.â€

What the Soldiers did with their armour, the females did with their agility. Avoid getting mutilated or killed.

The King still mumbled: “There’s still too many of them.â€

Then suddenly he put his hands in the air and the sky turned to red. The red seemed to collect in one spot above the battlefield.

The King put his hands down as if he was directing a concert and fire rained down from the sky. Both sides looked up alike moments before the fire hit them. It burned them, every last one of them. After a few minutes the battlefield was black, black with ashes.

“If I recall correctly you said none of us will be harmed,†she said in terror. – “Yes I did say that and as far as I can see neither of us two are harmed,†he said as if stating a fact. – “I was talking about the ones on the battlefield. Over half of them are dead, what do you call that?†she cried. Her expression was desperate. She predicted that outcome but still couldn’t believe that they had to die such a cruel death. – “Collateral Damage. Most importantly we won.†was the King’s cold answer. – “You are even more ruthless than I thought you were when you laid out that plan.†– “Oh my dear, I’ll take that as a compliment. Besides that, the number of enemies exceeded my expectations and I couldn’t kill them all with my fire charm. So I had to wait after some of them fell… But now, let’s not look down on our past. But on our glorious future as King and Queen of this wonderful land.†With a joyful glee on his face he returned back into his tent.

 

 

Chapter 1: Awakening

 

Two days have passed. The news of the war spread as well as the execution of the old King and his family.

“Oh my boy, you must be strong now!†Her lips trembled as she formed the sentences. He looked at his mother not saying a word. “Father’s dead, he was killed on the battlefield… But you probably knew that anyways since your hand has started to bleed a few days ago.†His mother had a blank expression on her face and she was completely white. She wanted to change the bandages. Ever since the fight his hand was bleeding right where his triangle shaped mark was. He was filled with so much hatred at the moment, he couldn’t speak. His father was dead, right when he finally started to get along with him. His mother was just about to lift the bandages when he pulled his hand back and stormed out of the house... to be continued

[AshMat]

Very goos stuff here. Though i've already read the rest of it (so far). It's good to read again, your English is better than mine, and the story is great. Post more soon,

[triforce_keeper]

ZELDA WOOOOOOOOO

[Knives]

I like it it, Konfucius. It's well written.

 

You have some skills

 

Though, I think you can make it longer

 

But is it correct? I mean, did the Gerudo actually win the battle at the Great War? I'm asking you, cause I can't exactly remember, but in OoT, the Gerudo aren't ruling Hyrule. (at least not at the beginning )

 

Having trouble remembering the story correctly.

[AshMat]

Though, I think you can make it longer

 

He already has the rest of chapter 1 and most of chapter 2 done.

[Konfucius]

Thanks for the replies guys.

 

The other chapters will be longer. A lot longer. I wanted to keep the introduction short intentionally.

 

And it doesn't have anything to do with any Zelda storylines so far. There are some tie-ins but it's a completely original story with Zelda characters.

 

And retro I'm at Chapter 3 already

 

 

Ok, here's some more of Chapter 1:

 

 

 

He wanted to run, run as far as he could go. Before he knew it he was out of the village and in the woods but he didn’t care. He ran and ran. He only had one thing on his mind. He wanted to kill the man who was responsible for his father’s death. He wanted to kill him with his own hands. But how? How should he do it? He was no knight, he was no soldier, he was not trained, he had no weapon and he was only one man. One man against a whole army? “I can’t do it, I’m weak, I’m not trained, and I have no support!†His hand started to hurt more and more. “I will do it, no matter how, no matter what, I can do it. I will do it for my father. I will take revenge for my father. I will take revenge for everyone’s father. I will take revenge for the King. I will take revenge for the Queen. I will take revenge for the Princess. I will take revenge for everyone that died because of him. I will take revenge for everyone that suffered because of him. I will take revenge for everyone that got hurt because of him. I will make him pay. I will show him that one man can change everything. I will take on a whole army if I must. I will take on the whole world if I must. There is nothing that will prevent me to get rid of that evil. He has to die; he has to be erased from this soil. I owe it to the people; I owe it to the Gods.â€

His hand ceased to hurt, but seemed to drag him now. It almost felt like a compass. He almost felt that the hand was controlling his body. He looked around him. He had no idea where he was. The wood was very thick. He didn’t know which direction he should take to get back, but he had a feeling that his hand tried to drag him further into the woods. He also wasn’t sure if he should follow. Strange images flashed through his mind. Beautiful images. Was this a trick of some sort? Did someone try to lure him into a trap? No. It felt familiar, almost like a guardian angel showing the way. He stumbled further. His hand dragged more and more and the wood became thicker and thicker. It was dragging so hard, he almost had to run. Still he had to watch out because one false step and he could fall and before he completed his thought, he lay on the ground. He wasn’t hurt though. So he got up and walked on. With every further step his hand dragged him more and more. He had to willingly slow down with his feet. It felt as if his arm would be ripped out of his body at any moment. It hurt so much he was near to tears; he tried to hold the arm back with his right one. It felt a little better then but it felt most natural to run as fast as he could and if he tripped again, so be it.

So it dragged him on and on but it seemed the wood changed. The further he got into the wood the more menacing it became but now it started to feel entirely different. There were little flowers growing everywhere, young trees reaching for the sunlight, everywhere were little runnels and everything felt fresh – almost more alive. He took a deep breath of the air; it felt fresh and cold, refreshing. Suddenly he felt more and more motivated to go on, his feet almost flew and he was eager with anticipation of what was to come, where his hand would drag him. With every further step he felt more alive, he felt stronger, and he felt bigger, wiser even.

He began to wonder if it had something to do with his hand. He always had that strange mark on it. He often wondered what it meant. When he was little he thought it would give him some super powers but as he grew older he realized that it was nothing but an odd trick of nature. But now it seemed there was actually something to it. Most likely it was this mark which dragged his arm, which led the way.

Maybe it had something to do with the wood itself. There were some kids in his town that lived in the wood. Maybe he felt the same attraction now. These kids were a bit weird though. He didn’t like to play with them when he was little. They liked to paint themselves and create wooden weapons. He didn’t like weapons. They also talked about little fairies that will help great warriors and they wanted to become great warriors as soon as possible because they also wanted a fairy. Nobody knew where these kids actually came from because even the eldest knew them, had seen them around from time to time but only every so often they weren’t sure whether they were new kids or the same. Strangely enough they used to talk about the old days quite often. About a Hero who lived with them and who got a fairy because he became a great warrior.

He looked up at the trees; there were lots of little insects swarming. The faint sunlight reflected on their little wings and it almost looked like a dance everybody danced. What if they were really fairies, how could he know, did they talk, would they be indistinguishable from insects, would they be bigger?

He felt the pain in his hand stronger again because he slowed down. So he decided to focus on where it takes him and pick up the pace again. He had a final look at the sun though. He must have been running for a few hours already because he got the news of his father’s death in the morning when the sun was low, and its low again now but on the other end of the horizon. What if he doesn’t reach his destination before night falls? It will be completely dark then but his hand surely would drag him on. But what was even more surprising was that he barely sweat and didn’t feel exhausted at all, he didn’t even feel hunger or thirst.

He ran on for a little while when a wall got visible in the distance. He had to focus really hard on it because he was running on very uneven ground. This was definitely a wall of some sorts or at least some stones built by man. This must mean there won’t be a village far off. Maybe they can help him with his hand and it would also prove shelter for the night.

A bright happiness streamed through his body, he felt his feet speeding up even more. He was sure he never ran so fast in his life. But for some reason he couldn’t identify the happiness. He wasn’t happy to reach civilization again. It was something else. Something entirely different but he wasn’t sure what it was. It was more like a kid anticipating his birthday and most importantly all the presents. He was almost as excited as a child when he knew he would get a present... to be contiuned

 

 

more of Chapter 1 tomorrow, hope you like it so far

[Knives]

I like reading it, just for the hell of it

 

although it's difficult knowing where in the timeline it is, but I guess that'll be known later.

 

 

 

Do you have a whole story, an ending and all, already?

 

Or are you just writting, while coming up with new stuff all the time?

[triforce_keeper]

Hey you all know he didn't write this right? He got it off a forum (forgot where it was *cough*)

 

Dirty lying bastard.

 

Im joking PLEASE dont hurt me

[Konfucius]

I like reading it, just for the hell of it

 

although it's difficult knowing where in the timeline it is, but I guess that'll be known later.

 

Do you have a whole story, an ending and all, already?

 

Or are you just writting, while coming up with new stuff all the time?

 

I'd like to stay vague with the timeline but you should be able to figure it out at the end.

I already have the whole story planned. Not every little detail but some arcs.

 

 

Hey you all know he didn't write this right? He got it off a forum (forgot where it was *cough*)

 

Dirty lying bastard.

 

Im joking PLEASE dont hurt me

 

hehe

the ce forum style comes in really handy when people are writing things in white

lucky for you otherwise I had to :horse:

 

 

Some more:

 

The next moment he was lying on the floor. He tried to figure out what has just happened. He recalled that his feet wouldn’t lift off the ground. He tried to get up now but something prevented him. He looked closer on the floor. There was a large web that would hardly be visible when viewed from a higher angle. This must be a spider web. But how big of a spider does it take to create such a web. Before he could picture it, the spider lowered itself from a tree. It looked quite tiny actually. But as it drew closer he realized he was tricked by his vision. The spider was almost as big as him and at least twice as ugly.

When he was little he was always told to not go too deep into the woods because of those large spiders. He thought it was a story, made up by the elders to prevent the children from getting lost, but finally he knew better now.

The spider halted shortly above him and seemed to hover in the air. It fixed him with its eight eyes. He could see his own reflection in them – frozen with shock. The spider opened its hairy mouth and squealed. It sounded terrible and saliva dropped on his clothes that smelled even worse than it sounded. He did not have any phobias but he never imagined a spider that big and that scary and most of all he never thought he would get trapped in a web.

The spider put its legs around him and lifted him a bit off the ground. Then it started to sling a web around his legs. It was then that he snapped out of it and finally realized that this thing was going it eat him. He tried to free himself but the grip around his body was too tight to move.

His only free hand was the left one because it still tried to drag him into a certain direction. He managed to take a look at his hand and only then realized that it was no longer pointing into the direction of the wall he spotted before but his arm reached for a stone. In fact he only had to grab the stone that was lying on the floor.

The spider seemed to realize what he was about to do and forcefully dragged him away but only a moment before the spider reacted he managed to grab the stone and almost like a reflex hit the spider’s head with it as forcefully and fast as he could. He dropped down immediately; the creature was dead in an instant and still hovered above the ground on its web. He was covered in blood, in the spider’s blood and parts of the brain where on his clothes too but he didn’t care. All he cared about was that this predator was dead. Somehow he felt satisfied that he killed it. Although he never thought he could harm any animals. He even hesitated to kill mosquitoes and flies when they annoyed him – let alone spiders but now it was him or it and he’d rather stay alive.

The web already reached up to his waist. With the sharp edge of the stone he cut it and after a bit of struggling with the trap on the ground he managed to stand up again. At the moment he stood upright his arm dragged again and he started to run by reflex. Thoughts were rushing through his mind. Did these spiders really eat grown people, let alone children? And what was up with his hand. Did it have a mind of its own? After all he didn’t realize there was a stone but his hand tried to reach it. Why was he strong enough to kill the spider with a fist-big stone in one hit? He was never particularly strong.

The thought were driven out of his mind pretty fast though because he started to get nearer to the wall and as he got nearer and nearer the wall became bigger and bigger, almost like the spider when it came down from the tree...to be continued

 

Tomorrow I'll post the rest of Chapter 1.

 

I do it in those short bursts because I'm not writing a page every day.

[Konfucius]

He suddenly also felt a difference in the ground, he was no longer running on soil but on some kind of road made of square stones of almost even size and it was in good shape actually. He ran on and on, he became very curious now of what he would find there. He almost couldn’t wait to see what would expect him. Before he knew it he was standing under a big gate that had three triangles on the top of the arc. His hand didn’t drag that hard now so he stood there for a moment, looking up at it in admiration and awe. Then he scanned the area behind the gate. There were only ruins. By the size of the stone blocks and the room the ruins took up this must had been a massive structure once, maybe a tower or a castle. In the middle of the ruins he saw something reflecting the sunlight.

Slowly setting one foot in front of the other and looking around him, he tried to get closer to that shiny object. After all this could be a trap, maybe not even by some foe but an animal. His arm also pointed exactly into the direction where the shiny object was.

He slowly advanced towards the shiny object. He could make it out a bit clearer now. It looked like a sword someone rammed into the ground. He got closer and it was indeed a sword. It looked as if someone pushed it into a stone.

His left hand tried to reach it and he saw no reason to hold back. After all such a beautiful big and well crafted sword would be ideal for his revenge. He grabbed the handle with both hands and pulled. It didn’t move one bit. He tried again and this time focused harder on his goal and suddenly he could pull it out with ease. He held it in his hand. He never held a sword before but it felt incredible. It was very well balanced. It wasn’t too light and not too heavy either. The metal was so slick; it could be used as a perfect mirror.

He swung it around him. Moving felt incredibly natural and he could easily handle it with one hand. It was almost as if the hand moved by itself.

Then on a second look he noticed something lying on the floor. As he looked closer he realized it was a scabbard. It had beautiful markings on it and before he realized what he was doing he swung it over his shoulder and put the sword into it. Everything fitted absolutely perfectly. On a second look he saw some clothes lying there too. They looked as if they lay there for a long time already. Of what he could make out it used to be a green tunic but it had lots of bloodstains on it. There must had been a huge fight here, maybe the fight was the reason why everything was in ruins. Before he could look around a bit more he heard horse steps. Judging by the sound it was closing in on his location and fast. He looked for a hiding place. The only decent thing that came into sight where a few bushes. He quickly jumped into them which he regretted a moment later because they weren’t as cosy as he expected them to be. He moved around a bit in the bushes to get a good view at the approaching horse. After remaining silent for a few moments he heard the steps very close and the horse came into view. On horseback was a beautiful girl. She stopped next to where he pulled out the sword.

She had long blonde hair and a gracious figure. As she walked around, examining the floor, it looked as if she almost floated. This girl surely was every man’s dream and she was only meters away from him. Should he remain silent our walk out to her? Before he could decide, his left arm decided already for him and moved forward cracking a few branches. She heard the cracking and turned towards the bushes. He could clearly see her face now; she looked beautiful, yet very worried. She asked: “Who’s there. I demand you to come out!”

He hesitated what to do.