The Missing Link
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The scene was tragic.
Just hours ago, the war-torn battlefield where they now stood was once the pristine Hyrule Castle, its towers rising high above the land so tall that they could be seen from virtually everywhere. No other kingdom in all the world could match what the Hylians had managed to create here, and so legend of its magnificent glory had travelled far and wide. Nearly every man and woman saw to it that, once in their lives, they would make a pilgrimage to Hyrule just to catch a mere glimpse of the splendor that stood here. Even Ganondorf’s occupation of the once holy fortress could not wholly taint the legacy that the masters of Hyrule had worked for centuries to create.
Now, however, all laid in ruins. No longer were the banners waving from their precipices upon the tower balconies; the one tower that somehow had managed to survive the onslaught stood only at half height, its upper section lying helplessly over the moat, now devoid of water. The glistening white stone that had served as the walls and ceilings of this place now lay littered upon the ground, broken and blackened in the wake of battle. The famed stained glass that had decorated the Great Hall was now shattered and was scattered about the rubble; no longer would they be once again whole. All was lost here, the greatest architectural achievement ever known to all the people… gone within a matter of hours.
Two men stood amongst the debris of shattered dreams. Blood from both had already been spilled, fertilizing the ground with their effort. Sweat beaded on the brows of the men, and their chests heaved with exhaustion. Never before had a battle of such epic proportions been dueled; never had the devasation ever been so great… nor the circumstances so dire.
The two men looked at one another, their eyes reddened and weary, yet in a single glance, all of their exhaustion was erased. Vigour once again flowed into them, and at once they were full of strength. A man in green clenched his teeth with anger, the pains on his body throbbing endlessly… only adding fuel to his fiery fury. On the other end, a man in black armour stood, and his mouth quirked into a smile. Soon he found a chuckle escape his lips, delighting in some private amusement.
“I would never have guessed that someone like you could have come so far,” the man in black said, his voice almost sultry. There was a sense of awe within his eyes, almost a newfound respect creeping forth from his previous underestimation of the boy. But a twinkle in his eye revealed his innermost secret, for he knew that the battle was far from over. He still had had the power to continue, and nothing would deny him that right. “The game ends here though; I assure you, you will have come all this way for nothing!”
“Not a chance!” the youth in green replied, his voice eager and hasty. He stared at his opponent—his enemy—with such intensity than lesser men would have withered in its bask. His determination was second to none, and he would stop at nothing to rectify the ills that the man before him had caused. He had lost everything to the twilight that this man had created; his home, his friends… his love, all of it was gone, drawned into the void where only death remained. “This game is not over yet! So long as I stand…!”
“Look at you, boy!” the man shot back. “All of your allies, your support… all of it is gone because of me! I have taken down every soul that has dared to oppose me, and they have all fallen, each and every one. It’s hopeless! Leave now… and maybe I will spare you.”
“Never!” The boy was seething now, facing insult atop the injuries his inexperience had already foolishly bought him. A laugh finally escaped his lips, his thoughts bordering on madness and chaos. “Don’t you get it, though? No one has ever come this far before! Never has anyone else ever seen you this weak, this powerless! Your minions are slain as well, slain by my hand and mine alone. Maybe you should concede… and maybe you will keep your dignity at the end of the day!”
“Humph!” came the quick retort. The man no longer found delicious pleasure in the conversation, and his mouth tightened in a frown. “Very well then. If you are so cock-sure of yourself…”
“Oh… I am.”
“One on one, then.”
“Best odds I’ve seen yet.”
“So be it.”
In blinding speed, Link drew forth his last weapon from his belt and threw it with strength he didn’t even know he had. Whirling upon his foot in a single spiral, he watched it fly at the man in black, waiting… hoping… praying…
It hit the ground, rolling to a halt. In an instant, the sphere that Link had thrown split open, and blue lightning shot from its centre. And there, high above the air, a large blue Cucco appeared, one of the few legends that was greater than Hyrule Castle itself.
One of the legendary Cuccómon.
“Articucco! I choose you!”
“So be it. Cucconite, go!”
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