Dementia

Hey. I'm a big Zelinker, so here we go. Hopefully long story, original plot, set with new Link/Zelda/Ganon characters, but you can simply picture them as they are in TP.

Quick side-note: How do ya'll feel about Skyward Zelda's hairdo? I like everything about her…but those bangs. What is with those bangs? D: Lol, so anyway, here's the story.

Enjoy! :D

HE was a young and awkward boy when he first discovered it. The thing seemed shiny—and it was a lucky habit of his to find stray rupees hidden in the tall grasses that littered the area around his hometown; that's all he thought it was. The other children had been trying to find him for an hour and he had been getting restless. The sound of their stomping little feet had disappeared, and he deemed it safe to step out of his small alcove in the Sacred Tree.

That was when he spotted it. A small glint in the grass, just for a moment. He had been hoping to buy something sweet from the town shop and he grinned widely, realizing this was his chance. He knelt and shifted aside the smooth grass to see just how much money he had found.

None. Instead, he found something he hadn't seen before.

It swirled golden and cream. It looked simply like light—brighter than any candle or fire he had ever seen, but duller than the sun. He squinted at it, unsure what to make of the strange thing. Nothing in his memory resembled it. His heart pounded, and his hand burned as he reached toward it. His skin turned to ice as he touched the rim—his blood tingled in his veins. Attempting to pick it up, he was amazed when his hand slipped right through. Cool air rushed over his hand, and a burst of fear jolted him at a sudden sound.

"Link!" Jayel screamed. She was one of his best friends, but one of the nosiest people he knew. Something inside him knew that no one else could know about this…thing.

He retracted his hand and patted the grass into place. Spinning and jumping nimbly onto his feet, he faced his friend, who was panting as she tried to adjust her fiery hair into its usual bun. "I found you!" she yelled, unnecessarily considering she was a foot away from him.

He smiled and nodded enthusiastically. She hadn't noticed anything suspicious.

"Where were you? We looked everywhere!" she complained, rubbing the stone her father had set on a chain for her when she was small. Link smiled at her fidgeting, shrugging noncommittally in response.

They turned and walked back toward the village slowly, making their way through the tall grass as Jayel jabbered on about the happenings with the other children for the time they had been looking for him. On the way to the village, they stopped at a nearby river. Upstream, village women dipped large pots into the water and balanced them on their heads as they walked away, chattering.

Link planted his bare feet in the water, digging his toes into the sand under the surface. His friend didn't bat an eye at his silence, as he was never very talkative in the first place. She continued weaving the stories of her adventures with the other children, animated and lively as ever, green eyes twinkling as she looked upon him. He simply smiled back at her, pushing the strange occurrence into the back of his mind.

Years passed and Link managed to busy himself enough to barely think of the thing hiding away not too far from his home. It was only on the village's sporadic vigils near the Sacred Tree that he would remember that day in his youth, when he was overcome with wonder at what remained the strangest thing he had ever seen. But as he aged he no longer felt the need to examine it, or find out its mysteries. He simply ignored the awe it inspired inside him and led his life peacefully.

He had an uncle here, who he lived with but did not see often. The man was a traveler, selling valuable and rare merchandise all throughout the world, crossing oceans and visiting distant lands outside of Hyrule. Link, however, only experienced this second-hand, on the few occasions his last relative came home for a rest. These were the times when Link spent his days inside, cooking for his uncle and listening to the animated tales of the other races and the environments they inhabited. Inside him, somewhere deep, Link longed to accompany him and see everything for himself, though he knew he couldn't.

But his uncle rarely came home. Normally, it was Link and the other villagers, doing their part in their small, integrated community to help each other. He didn't mind doing other people's chores or running their errands. He was the only young man who lacked a permanent family, and it was his duty to lend himself to the rest.

He grew rapidly, springing up to a great height in his time. His errands often took place outside, and occasionally involved trying physical labor, which allowed him to fill his tall frame with lean, though still lanky, muscles. His skin was a soft color, still pale, but darkened by the sun. His hair was long and jagged, just as the local barber knew he liked it. His clothes hung loose on his body, allowing him movement as he helped his fellow villagers.

It was when he turned sixteen, near the river and collecting water for an oncoming dry period that news of foreign creatures reached his ears. His uncle had run to the fields, blue eyes wide in panic, Jayel behind him screaming of them. They were coming to the village.

The bright sunshine contrasted the panic that settled upon the villagers. Children ran to their homes and gathered around their mothers as men sprinted with weapons into the town center. Their eyes showed their inexperienced fear, and Link felt a foreign, cold feeling clawing at his throat as his uncle, having calmed, cast a solemn look upon him. He handed him a short sword and shield, both made from wood and crude metal, and shook his head.

"It isn't much," he said, the weapons in his outstretched hands, "but hopefully it will do."

Link took them silently, glancing behind him at oncoming footsteps. Jayel ran to him and bombarded him in an embrace. "Be safe," she said, patting his back, kissing his cheek, and clicking something behind his neck. He looked down and spotted her stone—her most prized possession—lying upon his chest. He looked up quickly, to see that she had run to a nearby house for safety. Her face was as red as her hair as she closed the door.

He stood dumbstruck for a moment before the situation took hold of his mind again. His face settled into a slight scowl, and he hoped to hide his fear with determination. He swung the sword experimentally, and found its weight strangely familiar in his hands. He set it onto the ground and strapped the shield onto his right forearm.

"They're coming!" was the shout from the gates. Licking his lips, he turned to his uncle, who stood ready with a bow and arrow, full quiver set upon his back. He looked to Link, nodding.

"They're horrible," he began as men twitched with fear and anticipation around them. They had mere minutes before they would charge. Anxiety swelled in Link's heart. "They are large, red, and resemble hogs, only bigger and meaner. They're smart, too—don't underestimate them," he warned.

Link wanted to ask how he knew this, and what had happened to bring them here, but too many questions filtered into his mind in that moment for him to say anything. Instead, he nodded and swallowed, waiting for a few stagnant moments for the rest of the men to run into battle.

The time came suddenly, and the air took an intense charge as Link's legs lurched forward with the rest. He took a brief moment to feel the cool wind on his face, wondering how it was only an hour ago that he was peacefully gathering water with his village members.

He could hear swords clashing up ahead, and only saw tufts of red hair above the heads of fighting men. Instead of milling about in the gathering that had collected behind the front line, he feinted to his right and ran around the group, keeping his shield steady on his hand. As he rounded around to the front of the crowd, he stopped in his tracks upon seeing the first monster.

It had set its beady yellow eyes upon him. Its snout curled in a growl, yellowed teeth dripping with foamy liquid. Its broad, muscled chest had markings on it, but he was thankful that it was bare. The only thing the beast wore was a small loincloth over furry legs. Link tried to think of a way to get past its long spear and slash at its vulnerable chest.

It charged at him suddenly, and the pain he felt as it collided with his shield was sudden and intense; it knocked the wind from his lungs and forced him to the ground. It jumped back, a few feet away from him, staring at him coldly. Link took a few moments to regain his vision, breathing heavily, before he jumped onto his feet and shakily regained his stance. His chest swelled with angry determination as he looked the monster in the eye, daring it to attack again.

It paused a moment, growling, before lurching forward and charging at him again. He swiftly pulled himself to the right, gripping his sword tightly as he flung it toward the beast's chest.

It howled as he slashed, red blood staining his blade, arm, and the surrounding grass. It huffed and whimpered as he pulled his sword out and jabbed it back again, higher up, hitting the creature in the chest. It cried out and swayed.

Link jumped forward, bringing his sword above his head and closing his eyes as blood splattered his clothes and face with the final blow. He heard a thud as the creature crumpled to the ground, and he moved on without looking at it to the next.

A nearby monster narrowed its eyes and came forward toward him. This one was larger, and held a club as well as a small wooden shield. Adorning its head was a cracked skull as a crude helmet. Link watched it warily, still panting from the lingering pain the last creature had caused.

This one drew its club back and swung—Link gritted his teeth and deflected the blow with his shield. He heard it splinter beneath the stone club and he grunted as he was thrown back a few feet. Wobbling, he regained his balance and surged forward, slashing his sword upward and hitting the monster in the jaw. It keened in pain and stepped back, clutching the bleeding injury and looking at him with fury. It blocked his next two attacks, deflecting his blade and sending it flying a few feet away.

Link was stunned at his sudden lack of weapon, and had no time to deflect the severe blow to his jaw. He flew numbly to the ground, but upon impact pain spread everywhere. He bit his lip to avoid crying out, looking up through teary eyes at the red blotch standing above him. He saw its swift movement and rolled to the side, blinking away the tears.

Where he had lain, was his sword, embedded in the ground. The monster chortled, smiling nastily at him as it plucked it from the grass and waved it menacingly in his face. Link glanced behind it, seeing its abandoned club on the ground a few feet away.

In desperation, Link rolled beneath the monster, through the gap between its legs and grabbed the club as he stood. It didn't turn around, looking about it in confusion, wondering where he had gone. He delivered a harsh blow on the back of its neck, sending it to the ground.

He pulled his sword from its hands and disappeared into the fight, slashing this way and that, growing confident in his use of the weapon. He received short praises from the various men he helped as they slowly tilted the battle in their direction. They were beginning to even the numbers, and Link was the main cause of that. He was the most natural fighter, though none of the men had ever had any experience before now. Aside from his uncle, who stood feet from the battle, slinging arrows in all directions with a stony expression.

But that broke as the men and monsters paused in their fighting, turning in the direction of a horrible, shrill cry from the village. The creatures, however, regained their composure faster, attacking the unsuspecting men with a sudden vengeance.

Link dodged a blow, and curiously glanced back again. The cry had sounded familiar, and his gut wrenched when he saw the source.

A few monsters had snuck away from the battle unnoticed, pillaging the defenseless town. They rampaged through each building, growling, looking about as if on a mission. They looked as if they had accomplished it as they carried Link's terrified, screaming friend off on their shoulders.

"Jayel!" he shouted, and she continued to scream and struggle, kicking the unfazed monsters in their heads. They went the opposite way, followed by one small monster, about three heads tall, carrying a horn. It blew into it, and the sound bellowed over the battle.

This caused the rest of the creatures to stop. They paused and looked at each other, grunting in a horrible language the men of Link's village didn't understand. They then pushed their way through the stunned Hylians, no longer attempting to fight. They simply walked through the village, growling at the terrified women and children, following the group that had stolen Jayel.

Link ran after them. He saw in the distance the horn carrier, following the smaller group of kidnappers across the river and toward the mountains off in the distance. They were moving fast.

Link pushed his legs as hard as possible, passing up the monsters who now had no concern with him. He found it strange that they didn't bother to do anything to him as he pushed ahead of them, but he didn't think too hard about it. He had to get his best friend back.

He sloshed through the river, forcing himself faster than he had ever run. He felt like he was gaining on them, and he knew he would be able to catch up. He clutched his sword in his hand, running into a nearby clearing.

The monsters chortled at him, and he stopped at the sight before him. Large lizards, the size of two horses, were saddled and sat upon by the group that had taken Jayel. She was seated, bound to one of the lizards. Behind her sat the largest monster, garbed in black armor. He looked coldly down at Link, before lashing the reigns. The lizard moved entirely too fast, blurring into the forest. The rest followed.

Link stood helplessly, knowing that he would never be able to catch them. He simply listened as his friend's screams faded into the distance, chased after by the approaching hooves of the rest of the monsters. They had taken her, and now all he could do was go back and inform the village.

He would have to do something, though. He would have to do something soon.