A completed short story by me.

Ok, this is what the title says it is. It's short, and has to do with Zelda. This has been changed several times, the last was for an assignment for English class for when I couldn't think of anything else to write. This is also the only completed thing I have. I have two other stories, one an LoZ (not the one I am currently working on) and the other a Total Annihilation fic, but after loosing interest and reading it several months later I found out how crappy they are. Well, here it is (It had a title, but I don't like the titles I give for my writing).

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Rain, that’s what it had been doing for the past hour. It was so hard that visibility was at the lowest and the streams and rivers where flooding. But at that moment the rain was not important. In a large field there was a small group of people watching something. Every so often a spark came from the middle of the ring.

The moment was tense, bets where being traded, a fight was at place. He went for a stab only to be reflected into the air, his opponent went for a vertical slash, and he saw it coming and blocked with his shield and striking at his opponent across the chest, blood trickling out of the cut. In retaliation, a strike so fierce that it would kill the dead five times over just barely missed the quicker target. He was unfortunate to receive a hard blow to the head by the hilt of a sword. Thankfully his helmet protected him long enough to roll away and recover. Ignoring the headache that was the size of Hyrule Field he rushed forward swinging his sword almost randomly. Feeling a burning sensation on his cheek he halted his attack and took the three biggest steps he could manage. He brought his hand up to his cheek feeling the newly formed gash.

Both fighters used this time to gather up more energy and to study each other. He reached for his canteen and eagerly drank up half the contents. He then checked over himself for any other wounds that might need attention. His tunic was in rags, what was left was soaked with blood and rain. His shoulder held a horrible gash and his torso looked as if a wolfos attacked him. His legs where untouched. His opponent was in the same condition.

In this time of rest taunts where exchanged between the two. Once he felt able to fight again he threw down his shield and produced a second sword that he only used when he was desperate. He leapt with all his power, swords trailing behind him until he threw out his left arm in a horizontal slash but quickly switched to his right as an uppercut. It was quickly blocked but it helped throw his opponent off-guard so he would jump to his right as if to get around to the back, he quickly did a 180 and slammed both his swords down on the shield. He dislodged his swords from the shield and crossed them to block an attack. He pushed the sword back and shot his foot to successfully trip his opponent.

He stood over his opponent with the tip of his sword hovering above the neck. His opponents’ sword was ready at his stomach. One wrong move and they were both dead so he just stepped back and prepared for more fight. They circled around each other for ten seconds waiting for the other to make the next move. He made his decision quickly and flung himself at the other, swords held high then crashing down to meet sword and shield.

During this pushing match he started to think about his options, this fight could not last long for if he faltered first he would not see another fight. He used all the tricks he knows but one and he couldn’t do it yet, he needed more training first. He was kneed in the stomach, which cut him short of all thought. He stumbled backward almost falling but one of his swords stopped him. Not getting enough time to get his senses back he had to bring his swords up creating an ‘x’ with them to block an attack.

He pushed the sword away putting him in a spinning motion and swinging both his swords with all his might shattering the shield into three pieces and knocking the sword out of his opponents’ hand and landing in the mud point first. He withdrew a hidden sword and blocked more attacks from the double sword foe, inching towards his own second sword.

Seeing what was going on he tried to get between his opponent and the sword. His attempt failed when he was tripped up and watched as the sword was pulled out of the ground and his advantage disappearing. Each attack was met with a sword as they progressed to wear each other down. This continued for two minutes but it seemed like ten. It finally ended when he concentrated some magic in to his left sword. He brought his sword up then down to be blocked but the force was so strong both swords flew out of their masters hands and stuck in the ground side by side.

Yet the fight continued for they still had a sword each. He switched his sword from the right hand to his left hand and rushed with it held high and brought it down onto another sword. The sword pushed him back but he came back starting with a horizontal slash and continuing with an array of slashes and stabs. His attack was halted when he was kicked again; he then saw his opponent was not tired out like he was.

With no other choice he began to charge his sword with as much magic that he had. He watched as the blade went from cold steel to blue to red. He gave himself a mental pat on the back for getting the first part right. He then sunk low putting his legs were they should be and held his sword behind him. Now came the hard parts, he inched closer to his opponent till he new he was in range. As if in slow motion, his opponent lunged forward as he started the spin releasing all the built-up power in his sword. His sword connected with the other sword and broke it in half.

As he spun he watched the sword end flipping in the air and landing as his spin came to an end. Amazed that he had just now mastered his long gone fathers’ spin move he didn’t notice the other fighter sneak of to retrieve his other sword. As if he were told to he jumped at the retreating foe and tackled him to the ground. They rolled along the ground and when they stopped he shot to his feet and slammed his boot down on his opponents ribcage. He shifted his grip on the sword so it was like holding a knife and pointed the sword at the heart.

For the first time he stopped to think of why he hunted this particular fighter down. He remembered he was a highly decorated soldier in the Hyrule army and this was a murdering thief. For months he roamed freely breaking into houses at night, stealing what he wants and mutilating the occupants. He even raped the women before he killed them. Sometimes he even burnt houses down. Luckily he was caught in the act that night.

Coming back to the present he wondered what he was going to do next. He could drag him to the castle to be judged or to escape at some point. If he killed him now it could get him thrown out of the army and turned outcast. He decided the latter was better and plunged the sword through the heart killing him in an instant.

By then the rain stopped and the clouds dissipated to bring a bright new day. To him it was the end and he slumped to the castle gate and back to the barracks to tend to his wounds and rest.

Back at the barracks he cleaned out his wounds and rapped bandages firmly around him covering each wound. Once he was done he pulled back the covers and slipped under them to let sleep overcome him.

Once asleep a translucent figure dressed in green appeared next to the sleeping form. He mouthed the words ‘good work my son’ and then disappeared.