The Missing Link
It’s time for Whose Blog Is It Anyway?! The show where everything’s made up, and the points don’t matter! That’s right, the points are about as useful as the Goron Knife! Hi, I’m your host, Drew Linky. C’mon let’s have some fun!
I cannot begin to tell you how excited I was to see most of you hone in on the topic of Dark Link so quickly. You see, over on the MUCK that I help run, I recently acquired the character of Ganondorf (mwahaha!), and as a kicker, Dark Link comes part and parcel with the big G-man. And in the first few days of roleplaying the pair, I was forced into a situation where I really got to explore Dark Link’s character and really feel him out. (And before anyone asks, no, I do not play him as emo Link. Honestly, there’s tons more potential than that!) But seriously, the universe of Hyrule is really so open and free to interpretation that a good story can be wrapped around virtually any character in there… regardless of how much screen time he or she gets. Needless to say, I think that Dark Link is no exception to this story. (I might add that I have significantly been inspired by the characterisations of Dark Link in both Eloze and Only Half, two stories that easily put my storytelling ability to shame!)
Yet it almost makes me sad that you guys want a metafiction about Dark rather than a (somewhat) serious article. I could have done a very serious article on him and such, but alas, this is not my blog today; it is your blog! So I must bend to your will (or really, all I need to do is meet you halfway!). So without further adieu, it’s metafiction time!, although I will make the caveat that this metafiction is probably different than the ones you’re used to. As such, welcome to our next Whose Blog? article: Dark Side of the Link.
“C’mon, boy, will you hurry up already and do something? I don’t have all day to finish this match! Get a move on!” The voice of the dark one was impatient and antsy—as it always was, and his patience with his enemy was wearing thinner by the minute.
“Make me,” replied Link with slight annoyance. Honestly, what was his hurry anyway, Link thought bitterly as he surveyed the scene. The battle had been fierce so far, perhaps their closest encounter to date. Link was beading with sweat as each second passed, the anticipation of his nemesis so thick that you could cut it with a knife… or even a sword.
Finally, Link saw his move. “Take that!” he said with a flourish as he made his attack! “Queen’s pawn takes king’s bishop!”
Dark Link merely rolled his red eyes in disbelief. “Ganondorf-dammit, you took that long to decide to make that move? I had my defence for that ready an hour ago!” With a deft move, he slid a rook to the left side of the chessboard, devouring the most recently moved pawn. “Check!” he proudly announced, cackling wildly with delight, yet after only a few moments, he started hacking and coughing as if he had no wind left to him.
From across the room came a scolding voice. “Now, now, Dark, you know better that to get excited about these games. The doctor warned you that your lungs aren’t operating the way they used to. At least try to remember you’re 83, not 17!”
Link had to snicker at the warning from Nurse Joy. One would have thought, after saving the world dozens of times since the days of his youth, that he would have deserved a peaceful and restful retirement in the Hylian Home for Geriatric Gentlemen. He certainly thought so! A new hero had been branded—trained by him, no less—and the responsibilities were finally off his shoulders! Days of rest and relaxation were finally his!
Yet Dark had had other plans. It wasn’t even a week after Link finally signed the papers to begin his stay when Dark showed up to do the same thing. (This, of course, was after many failed attempts to infiltrate the place; while the tight security was usually focused on making sure the curmudgeons of the home didn’t escape, Dark soon realised that they weren’t any more kind to unexpected visitors!). Since that day, Dark made a point to swing by Link’s room every single day—now for five full years running—to hurl insults upon Link, pull pranks on Link, jab his walker into Link, or otherwise make certain that Link’s stay would not be peaceful. The chess matches were but one more way to ensure that Link would be constantly reminded of the grudge he still had upon him.
If it weren’t for the staff of the Hylian Home for Geriatric Gentlemen, Link would never get any rest! …Which admittedly was why Link relished such moments as when Nurse Joy would interrupt Dark’s perverse pleasure in taunting Link. Anything to thwart Dark was a plus for him.
“Yeh, yeh… whatever,” harrumphed Dark once his coughing fit had died down. Honestly, if there were anyone he truly hated more than Link, it was the staff of this stupid home.
“I mean it!” said Nurse Joy very sternly as she walked over to the duo. “The last thing I need is to see you getting carried off in a stretcher towards Kokiri Hospital. The amount of paperwork required for that would fill up a day and a half’s work! So, please… relax!” Shaking her head, she wandered back to the desk in the corner of the room, muttering something to the effect of “wishing Dark were like every other old person, either without energy or dead” under her breath. At this, Link had to snort, unable to hold his humour any longer.
“What, and this is funny to you, schmuck?” Dark retorted to Link. “Why don’t you just spend the next hour making your next move instead of laughing up a storm, eh?”
Link sighed with frustration, silently cursing his inability to keep silent, though inwardly Link knew that it wouldn’t have made any difference. Dark was completely focused on making sure Link didn’t get a single moment of respite. “Fine, whatever you want, moron,” he groaned angrily. Link shifted his attention back to the board, planning his next move.
“You know, this time I’m finally going to beat you down a level or two,” Dark said with a hint of a cackle, the corners of his mouth raising playfully. “Finally, after all this time, I am going to best the Hero of Time!”
Link attempted to ignore Dark, but his attempts were futile; Dark knew how to get under Link’s skin. Yet at least Link had enough self-control that he decidedly chose not to dignify Dark’s taunt with a reply, knowing that doing so would only serve to egg him on. For some strange and illogical reason, Link still had the desperate belief that—by some strange luck—not saying anything would somehow stun Dark so thoroughly that he would be forced to cease his never-ending torment, that Dark would merely leave him alone after that point. Alas, such a hope had been crushed time and time again.
“I’m going to beat the Hero, I’m going to beat the Hero!” Dark Link sang in a rather singsongy tone. “The hero’s a loser! I’ll kick him with my boot-o. They say he’s kinda fruit-o. And then he marries Ruto!” He was obviously very pleased with himself for coming up with such a “clever” little tune in such an impromptu fashion.
In a burst of frustration, Link quickly shoved his queen across the board to block the rook, accidentally knocking one of his own pawns a few feet away from the table. Dark Link was nearly giddy with the results of his song. “What… is it with you?” Link said loudly, his ears feeling as if they were throwing out steam. “Honestly, why do you keep tormenting me every goddess-dang day of my life? Can’t I even make a single move in this game without you shutting up?”
Dark Link simply smiled, letting out a raspy chuckle. “Why, Link,” he said in such a practised tone—oh, how Dark had been waiting… rehearsing for this very lecture!—“I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.” His voice was so suave and smooth that it only served to further agitate Link. “This… this is my ultimate revenge upon you, my dear… dear twin.” After quickly making his next move, pushing his bishop further into Link’s own territory, taking out a knight in the process, he leaned forward a little bit, he rested his chin upon his folded hands.
Link looked at him rather incredulously, although something inside him told him that he should have realised that this was the precise reason. “Revenge?” Link sputtered, nearly stuttering over the word. “Revenge for wha–? Are you out of your mind? It’s been…”
“It’s been 66 years, three months, and three-and-twenty days since we first duelled, you and I… yes, that long ago…” Dark seemed to get so much pleasure from seeing Link squirm under the tragic realisation that the war he had “won” years ago was, in fact, still going on in the mind of the anti-hero. “Yes, you remember that day… that day I fell for the first time. I was created to destroy you, to be you… or rather to be your negative… your twin… your opposite. My master knew you so very well, he did. You remember your encounter at the castle bridge when you were not even yet a man, when your IQ was actually bigger than your age…” Dark snickered heavily at his clever insult, completely amused with it. Link only frowned. “That spell he cast on you, oh yes, he knew then… he was ready. After he got the Triforce of Power, he created me… he created me to be the silhouette of your image, the shadow of your light… knowing you ever so intimately to every detail…” His voice almost hushed with those words, as if it were a great secret. “He created me just like that… yet also taught me to despise everything that I was made to be… everything that you were…
“Every day was consumed with hatred as I waited for you in the Water Temple. I longed for blood lust. I nearly went insane for the lack of it.” Maybe it was just Link, but Dark’s voice almost seemed to quiver there with some legacy of those days. “It was written into my persona… it was forced upon me. I swore upon everything holy and unholy that I would plunge my sword into your chest and let the darkness consume you, and how I— I—” At that point, Dark began coughing loudly, unable to catch his breath.
“Dark Link!” Nurse Joy screamed from across the room. She raced from her desk and was literally at their table in no time flat. She grabbed the small mask attached to the oxygen tank by his chair and covered his mouth and nose with it, forcing his head back. Dark continued coughing for a few moments more before finally his body calmed, no longer in spasms as the air rushed through him. “The goddesses are truly smiling upon you that I’m here watching your every move, you troublemaker,” Nurse Joy said with near vehemence. “Honestly, you single-handedly make my life the Evil Realm, you know that? You wait here; I’m going to send for the staff to take you back to my room so you can finally rest for a change.”
“Yeh, yeh, whatever,” Dark called back after her. He turned back to Link and continued. “And ever since that day, Link, I’ve been waiting to beat you, to fulfil that obligation that I was created for, to cause such havoc for you that you would finally collapse under the weight of it. This… this is my revenge. And oh, how wonderful it is to be here… with you… right now… playing chess…”
Link’s head was already on the table, groaning and almost whimpering slightly. Why me? he asked himself. Why does he have to keep tormenting me? And… and… “Why won’t you just go away and die?” he asked aloud.
“Because I’m made to be your negative, my twin. I cannot die until my positive sees his last breath. So until then, I figure there’s no better place in all of Hyrule to be… than to spend my days with you, watching your every step, following you wherever I go. It’s like we’re married and conjoined at the hip…” Dark snickered slightly and breathily, his lungs obviously not fully recovered from his last coughing fit. “So move, hero… Go on, I don’t have all day.”
The only thought running through Link’s mind was how nice it would be to just pound his head against a wall for a few hours, yet that luxury was not allowed to him. He looked at the board, trying to remember those fast fading thoughts of whatever strategy he had devised before he lost his temper. Just as a few of the staff had entered the room—obviously here for Dark as they reported quite promptly to Nurse Joy’s desk, Link’s eyes shined with inspiration. He pushed his queen to the far end of the board, sitting a mere two spaces away from the king. “Checkmate,” Link declared proudly. “Looks like you’re not going to be handily defeating me today… you evil twin!” Link said as he shook his hands in the air as if he were a scary ghost, mocking Dark Link’s master plan.
Dark snickered as the men started to come over to him. “It’s alright, no big deal.” The loss didn’t seem to phase Dark whatsoever.
“No big deal? What do you mean, moron? It’s the 70th straight chess match you’ve lost! Don’t you even care? What happened to all this revenge stuff?”
Dark Link’s smile only deepened as Link’s frustration continued to grow despite the win. “Not withstanding the fact that you live to be tortured and conquered another day… did you ever wonder why I always play the white pieces despite what my obvious choice would be?”
Link paused a moment, looking at the board. That was true; Link had always been forced to play black every single time they played chess, and Link had thought that exceedingly odd so long ago, yet he had stopped contemplating that after about the eighth match, writing it off to the fact that Dark Link wanted to make the first move every time. “It… had crossed my mind…”
“Well,” Dark answered as the men were lifting him up into a wheelchair and preparing his things, “every time you win, I keep delighting in the fact that the darkness—your pieces—eventually triumphs over light… and one day… one day… when you’re least expecting it, you’ll get what’s coming to you… and it won’t just be my walker that time. Haha… hahaha… mwahahahaha…cough cough cough…”Follow This Entry | Leave a Response | Trackback | Read Other Posts by The Missing Link
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