Post by Cell on Sept 1, 2008 5:08:28 GMT -5
We had been in a mighty battle, lightning clapping, swords clashing, blood being shed. There was no end to me and that boy's battle; destined enemies for all eternity. "As long as the most vile evil shall live on, the sacred hero shall rise to conquer it time after time it returned from darkness; for darkness is eternal, it will never disappear." That was what was foretold by the goddesses.
This battle was turning out to be another one of those times the prophecy would come true. My power was remaining the almighty state it was, but the boy was gaining in strength and swiftness as well; his courage unfathomable. And then one mistake from myself made the prophecy set in stone. I had clashed swords with the boy once more, and he managed to push me back this time.
He slashed and slashed at me, feeling my skin tear and the blood flow. I fell over on my back, writhing in pain, when the boy jumped up and plunged the Blade of Evil's Bane straight through my chest. Our eyes met for a few moments; his aqua blue, filled with nothing but kindness and bravery. And mine hideous yellow, filled with darkness and hatred. I screamed, he cried.
As I lay on the ground, screaming, surrounded by a pool of blood, I thought to myself, "This will never be over. Just wait, these fools will one day again feel the wrath of the King of Light and Shadow..."
I pulled myself to my feet one last time, and faced the two I would be bound to forever: the chosen wielders of Courage and Wisdom. With my last breath, I muttered, "Do not think this ends here... The history of light and shadow will forever be written in blood..."
And then, I felt myself grow weaker, feeling more and more drained. I knew I was not going to die because I held the Triforce of Power, but alas, it had faded away; leaving me... ceasing to exist. The last thing I remembered, standing there in the field... was seeing the Twili, Zant, that I used to escape the Twilight Realm... He simply snapped his neck, and everything had come to a simple, cold... end.
This battle was turning out to be another one of those times the prophecy would come true. My power was remaining the almighty state it was, but the boy was gaining in strength and swiftness as well; his courage unfathomable. And then one mistake from myself made the prophecy set in stone. I had clashed swords with the boy once more, and he managed to push me back this time.
He slashed and slashed at me, feeling my skin tear and the blood flow. I fell over on my back, writhing in pain, when the boy jumped up and plunged the Blade of Evil's Bane straight through my chest. Our eyes met for a few moments; his aqua blue, filled with nothing but kindness and bravery. And mine hideous yellow, filled with darkness and hatred. I screamed, he cried.
As I lay on the ground, screaming, surrounded by a pool of blood, I thought to myself, "This will never be over. Just wait, these fools will one day again feel the wrath of the King of Light and Shadow..."
I pulled myself to my feet one last time, and faced the two I would be bound to forever: the chosen wielders of Courage and Wisdom. With my last breath, I muttered, "Do not think this ends here... The history of light and shadow will forever be written in blood..."
And then, I felt myself grow weaker, feeling more and more drained. I knew I was not going to die because I held the Triforce of Power, but alas, it had faded away; leaving me... ceasing to exist. The last thing I remembered, standing there in the field... was seeing the Twili, Zant, that I used to escape the Twilight Realm... He simply snapped his neck, and everything had come to a simple, cold... end.
Some one else can move it if they want.
