Descendants of Destiny

Descendants of Destiny
By Mirren



Okay. Let me begin. As you read this, you’ll notice that nearly all the things in this fic is what was originally put into A Boy’s Destiny. Well, after battling some massive writers’ block, I’m going back to another Zelda fic. The first few chapters are gonna be the ones from A Boy’s Destiny, so it’s kinda like stock writing. But after that it’ll be all new. Let me explain how this fic works. If it were in a timeline, it would take place years after the Link’s Little Brother series. Actually decades is more like it, and by that I mean *many decades*. With this, we do not have the original Link, Zelda and Mirren, instead we have the descendants of them. They all look nearly exactly alike the others, and now have new friends similar to Taursus and Nepsana and Mardera. There’s a ton to explain, but I won’t waste me time on it here in the Author’s Notes, instead the prologue shall do that, but one quick thing. Mirren’s thirteen in this one, but ranging from somewhere between four foot ten and five foot one this time. And finally remember that this Hyrule is different form the game. It is bigger, vast and with new places in it, also they are in different areas, and scattered.



Prologue- The Legacy Lives On…

There once was a group of three people who lived within the land of Hyrule at some of it’s earliest times. These three people were the bravest ever to be known, all containing great power and fortitude. The one was a beautiful young princess, the holder of the Triforce of Wisdom. Another was a young man with an ardent sense of righteousness, the holder of the Triforce of Courage. The final, was a young boy named Mirren, the holder of the Triforce of Justice. These three were the legendary Zelda, Link and Mirren…

Link had gained the title of the Hero of Time when he saved Zelda and defeated the wicked Ganondorf with her help to save the land. Years later, he was united with his long lost little brother Mirren, and together alongside their friends saved Hyrule from terrible monsters. The child Mirren also managed to defeat Ganondorf and his sister Emralda in three grueling battles to rescue his friends and save Hyrule from an evil greater than human imagination. These three Hylians were like family, close to each other and greatly fond of each other. Over the decades that tumbled by, their families created the three people that were their descendants- and almost incarnations of them.

In the new Hyrule, south from the land of Herlassia, the gorgeous Hyrule Castle still stood. Used for all this time, it still housed the royal family and all who dwelled within it. The three descendants of the legendary heroes were three of these many people. The descendant of the Hero of Time, also named Link, had been living in here for many years. His little brother Mirren, the descendant of the original Mirren, lived here too, though sadly very shortly after he was born, the brothers’ mother died. While this horrible tragedy came about, Link had been out adventuring the land, and he would not return for another year or two. The new princess Zelda, who was the descendant of the first princess Zelda, had been living also in the castle since was born. Unfortunately, another horrid tradegy struck over the years. When she was about twelve, her mother died of an illness. This hurt her emotionally very much, and when she was about seventeen then, her father passed on. The losing of her parents hurt her very much, though luckily, through her best friend Link and her life time assistant and advisor, slowly she healed.

Her assistant and foster-mother almost was a strong, big woman named Impa. Tough on the outside and a great warrior was she, but on the inside she had a soft heart and a caring mind. This Impa was actually the descendant of the original Impa, the Sage of Shadow. With the decades coming by, incarnations of the original sages were made. Another Goron named Darunia was born, another Kokiri girl named Saria was born, another female Zora named Ruto was born, another Gerudo woman named Nabooru was born, and another wise man named Rauru was born. All new beings, though looking exactly the same as the originals. As their ancestors, they were great friends to the new Link, Zelda and Mirren, and their friends. Likewise, they were also the Sages their ancestors were, the guardians of the mystical temples that still stood within Hyrule. While they knew it, nobody else did.

Within this new Hyrule, certain aspects from the one decades ago were still around. The Kokiri Forest, the Kokiri Children, the Temple of Time Death Mountain, the Gorons, Kakariko Village, Zora’s Domain, the Zora, Terlon Forest, the Hyrule Sea, the Gerudo, the Gerudo Valley and Desert Wasteland, all still around along with every other area of the original Hyrule. Another Lon Lon Ranch still thrived, worked by descendants of the first workers- Talon, Ingo, Malon and Teerlis. Many of the monsters that roamed the lands back then were still around, though when things got out of hand, Link was always there to stop it and save everyone.

So far over the years, the new Link, Zelda and Mirren were all great friends. They had gained great friendships among each other- some deeper affections than just friendship. Within Hyrule Castle, Zelda, Link and Mirren lived with their friends in peace. The new Impa was one of them along with Alsay, a young girl about Zelda’s age *which was 23, the same with Link, while Mirren was 13* and the descendant of Nepsana. She looked similar to her, though a bit more beautiful and a much more elegant appearance. The other was a Minotaur named Tarsuss, the descendant of Taursus. All over this new land were other descendants and legacies and aspects from the Hyrule decades ago- truly this kingdom was just as before…




Also expect to see a revised "Zelda's Brother" fic tomorrow within teh forum ^_~

That was..... good Mirren!!!
Well, it wasn't that bad as I thought it is. You know, the whole descendants idea isn't that bad. I will be waiting for the next chapter.

Eww...not good fan response, hmm...hopefully I'll get more...





Chapter 1: A Tranquil Life

The very insipid rays of light from the dawn sun gleamed upon the peaceful land of Hyrule. The lights glimmered upon the boy’s face, and within a few seconds he began to stir. Mirren’s hazel eyes slowly began to open. It was time now that his slumber ended, and that the boy began a new day. He groaned a bit, and sat up against the bed board. Mirren yawned, and stretched his arms. Once he had done that, he threw the snug, comfortable covers and hopped out of bed. The boy slipped on some fresh socks, and then took off his turtleneck and pants. He threw on some fresh ones, though they like normal they were the same; brown adventuring pants and a green turtleneck –just as his ancestor wore. Mirren then put his rather small feet into his boots, and tied them up tight. After that then, he went over to his mirror, and with only a couple strokes of his hands, his dirty blonde hair was perfect. The child smiled at his reflection, and walked out of his room and to the feast hall for breakfast. Right now he could smell the aroma of fresh pancakes, and new who was making them; Zelda.

It was funny, in a way, it almost felt like he was beginning to develop somewhat of a crush on her. While he did like her a lot, and found her rather beautiful, it was although he only liked her as more than a great friend or big sister. Perhaps a young boyish crush really was coming along…just as it had been done with the first Mirren decades ago…

Within a few more minutes, Mirren finally found himself within the empty feast hall, and could smell that delicious scent of the pancakes. He took one whiff of the air, and his eyes lit up. “Wooo those things smell good!!” he exclaimed. Zelda peeped her head out of the one window to the kitchen, and smiled at Mirren.

“Oh hi Mirren! Glad to see you’re finally here. Sit down I’ve got a couple pancakes already for ya!” she said. Mirren smiled back and nodded.

“Awesome!” he yelled, and plopped down onto one of the chairs. Zelda then walked out of the kitchen with a plate covered in two large pancakes, and set it down before Mirren where he sat.

“There ya go, and I know you like Strawberry Syrup on your pancakes so I can just set this down…..” Mirren’s eyes lit up again the second he saw Zelda place a little carafe of the delicious strawberry syrup he liked so, and felt like this’d be probably one of the best breakfasts he had at Hyrule Castle. He poured a good amount onto his steaming pancakes, and then cut off a nice piece of one with his fork. He put it in his mouth, and his face lit up like a fire. Zelda chuckled a little and sat down across the table from him as Mirren swallowed the piece. This new Zelda looked exactly like the one from decades ago. Her eyes a gorgeous blue, and the most beautiful face in all of Hyrule. Her dirty blonde hair flowed down to the middle of her back, and the rest of her body was as scenic as could be. She also wore similar dresses too like the original one, ones that basically were the same except with some different color patterns. Right now she was wearing her lavender one, and simply adding the long white arm gloves- she literally looked like a copy form the first Zelda.

“Holy cow that was delicious!! Man Zelda these are the greatest things you’ve ever made!!” she exclaimed. Zelda now laughed, and Mirren cut off another piece and stuffed his mouth full with it. Zelda patted him on the head.

“Thanks Mirren, I’ll make these more often then!” she replied. She watched as Mirren wolfed down more pieces, and laughed again a bit. “You’re so funny Mirren!” Mirren stopped ripping off pieces with his fork, and gave Zelda his young little boy smile. She smiled back, and just then the doors opened to the feast hall and Link walked in. He instantly saw Zelda stroking Mirren’s head, and his little brother engorging himself. The second he did, he gave that stony expression.

“Alright Zelda, there better be more pancakes for me or I’ll think Mirren’s your favorite of us two!” he yelled. Zelda laughed again, and looked over at Link.

“What if he is?” she asked. Instantly Mirren’s eyes widened, and his face went red. Link gave that stony expression again. Zelda burst out into laughter, and laughed to her heart content of the joke. After a few moments, Link actually joined in, and eventually, Mirren did too. They laughed and laughed, so much that once they finished Zelda actually had tears in her eyes. Link walked over to the table, and sat down next to Mirren.

“Man those pancakes look delicious hit me!” he exclaimed spinning his plate vertically with his hands. Zelda chuckled a bit, and nodded as she smiled.

“Let me just get a few from the kitchens so when everyone else comes down they can just take one” she replied, and walked off to the kitchens. Link smiled as he sat, and then looked down at Mirren, who still was eating away at his pancakes. Like Zelda and Mirren, the new Link looked almost identical to the original. His eyes were the same, his face, his ears, his body, and his blonde hair even*which stayed the same hairstyle as the one before, and the new Mirren had hair similar to that, only in a dirty blonde color*. Likewise he wore the same white tights, and the green tunic. The only thing that made him look different was that he rarely wore the hat the original Link wore!

“God you love those things dontcha?” he asked with a smile. Mirren looked up at his older brother as he swallowed down a big piece, and smiled as he nodded rapidly. Link smiled back at him, and messed up his hair affectionately. “Heh, not surprised, ya probably got my stomach after all….” Mirren stopped eating for a second, and looked up at Link a bit perplexed.

“Whata mean by that?” he inquired. Link grinned, and as Zelda finally came by with a plate of pancakes, the Hero of Time cracked his knuckles.

“Watch…” he said, and the second Zelda placed the platter down he threw on a good deal of maple syrup from a carafe and began inhaling the pancakes. Piece by piece he cut up went flying into his mouth and soon swallowed down into the inner regions of his intestinal system. Mirren sat wide-eyed as his brother wolfed the pancakes down.

“Wow….Zelda isn’t that….somethin’ else…” he stated almost seeming traumatized. Zelda rolled her eyes.

“Believe me Mirren I’ve seen Link’s gluttony so much by now that it no longer astonishes me….” She replied, “yet I still love the heck outta him…” Link gulped down another piece and smiled.

“Ya dang right you still love me!” he exclaimed, “how can ya *not* love me and Mirren!?” Zelda smirked.

“Well Mirren’s rather hard to answer but you’re pretty easy….” Mirren instantly burst out laughing, and Zelda giggled as Link’s face went blank from shock of the slight insult.

Yeah, not a whole response, and a lot of people in the other thread were interested to read number three. Weird.
Anyways, I read this chapter like 10 times, so I kinda skiped it. :p

lol... its good. i think i actually wanted #3... i dont remember. i like it, its well written. cant wait for more.

A lil switch around this time. The original chapter 3 of A Boy's Destiny is now chapter 2. Also expect to see some changes in the coming chapters. And make sure to read the revised addition of Zelda's Brother, as it will come in handy to knwo that fic for this fic. Enjoy ^_^




Chapter 2: Brotherly Hate

Later that night, a horrid storm began to punish the land. By the seconds trillions of raindrops poured upon the land, and constantly did lightning bolts rip through the black sky. It storm was even worse on the Hyrule Sea though. Here the winds were strong enough to blow away birds and some fish, even terrible enough to knock grown men off their feet. The rain was horrendous. It came down on the sea like falling leaves off a tree in autumn, and if you stood outside in it for a mere four seconds, you’d be soaked. The waves were huge on the stormy night. Big enough to carry away Moblins and even Iron Knuckles. A few must’ve been about twenty feet tall, while others were only a few feet under that. No a single gull or albatross soared in the sky tonight, and the fish hid in the deepest regions of the water below to escape the wrath of the violent weather.

But on this terrible night, there still sailed a ship within the war-zone-like sea. It was a normal ship, made of chestnut colored wood, with two medium sized sails. It wasn’t too big, but wasn’t too small either, right in the middle size wise. The waves crashed against the vessel, and thrashed it around once in a while. But every time that did happen, the crew of the ship gained control of it, and got it back on its normal course. On deck where six male adults, all seeming to be warriors of some sort. Well, really there were only five on deck, as a smaller man knelt on the wooden tip of one of the sails as he stared out into the distance through the rain and wind.

Down below in one of the cabins, dwelled a rather handsome young man. He had long dark brown hair that reached past his shoulder blades, and then deep blue eyes. Attracted to his shoulders was a long, dark sky blue cape, and then a suit of indigo body armor covered his chest and upper body, as well as indigo leg armored which covered his legs. He had a very serious look on his face, and his eyes were narrowed. This was Dranon, leader of the Ordonra Elite, the one who would be meeting with Sephia at her castle in Herlassia soon, and the one who had arranged an alliance with Ganondorf for retribution on Link, Mirren, and Zelda. The Ordonra Elite were a group containing five of the mightiest warriors in Hyrule and Herlassia and any other land. They were all being slayers and were the cause of many bloody and dreadful massacres.

The first was Qualgaya, who was a rather small man standing at the height of five foot seven. He was also thin, but this size was not a disadvantage for him, considering he was a great assassin. Qualgaya had lived as one for many years murdering innocent people for riches and pleasure. The killer wore a purple tunic and then somewhat tight white pants. His head was completely bald, and his brown eyes were knee and full of evil. As weaponry went for him, Qualgaya didn’t have much, merely a pouch full of needles, for that was all the little man needed.

The second was Bellarus, a younger man with long golden hair that reached past his shoulders. His clothing consisted of only a long crimson trench coat, seeming to be made of some very soft, smooth velvet. His weapon of choice was a long chain, which he lashed at his foes with like a whip. Bellarus at one time in his life lived peacefully on a small island in the Hyrule Sea. He dwelled in a very nice village with a few people, although he was quite the bitter young man looking for an adventure to take out his aggression on other people. One day, the Ordonra Elite’s ship arrived, and the few warriors at the time along with Dranon came and annihilated the village, and then slaughtered all the people there; except Bellarus. Dranon had could see that he was a strong young man, and asked him if he’d like to join the Ordonra Elite. Bellarus accepted, and became a member of the sinister group.

The third was Risst. Risst was another young man, although he seemed young than Bellarus, like Link’s age actually. His skin was a rich indigo color, but with more a cerulean tone to it. His eyes were a light violet color, and full of wickedness. He had long white hair that just went beyond his shoulders, and then for his attire he wore a shirt of chain mail with a leather covering at the top and then a black cape that only went to his torso, and then chain mail pants, although his dark blue leather boots went all the way up past his knees. Risst had two main offenses. His first was his excellent skill with his somewhat wide twin scimitars, and then his second was telekinesis, which he used to move objects around merely with a little concentration of his mind. Throughout his teenaged years, Risst had gone on a killing spree in the deep regions of Terlon Forest, destroying every village and killing all the people within it. Thus earned him a spot in the Ordonra Elite from Dranon.

Next was Eldama, who many considered a monster. He stood at about eight foot four, and was incredibly muscular. He wore a black tunic, and then spiked steel pants. On his shoulders were spiked steel pads, just like what how his pants were. His long fiery red hair went about to his shoulders, and then the steel gauntlets on his hands had a spike at where every knuckle would be. Eldama’s face was never revealed, because he wore a stone mask of a gargoyle, which two black, curved, yet kind of thin in height but wide to the sides horns protruded from the top. The mask had its mouth open, showing the gargoyle’s tongue and terrible fangs. When in battle, Eldama just used his fist the break his opponent’s bodies almost in half, along with his frightening physical might.

Talgaros was the second tallest member of the Ordonra Elite, at the height of seven foot one, although that was still way under Eldama. He was also a large man, with lots of muscle, but that wasn’t very visible with the black robe he wore that had numerous orange designs and symbols on it. Like Qualgaya he was bald, but not as much. He really only had a large bald spot that came from his forehead and stopped at the middle or so of his cranium, the rest was scarlet colored hair. Talgaros was on the only member of the Ordonra Elite with a beard, which of his was scarlet also and came from his sideburns. His skin was a dark auburn color, and his eyes a dark green. He was a very powerful man, and sometimes he would simply punch and smack his victims away with his huge fists. But his main form of fighting was with his scimitars. They were beautifully crafted, and only curved at the top. While he used the same weapons as Risst; Talgaros was much more powerful, and unlike Risst knew magic. Talgaros had the power to breathe fire like a dragon, and could also send slashes of fire from his scimitars.

Finally there was Asdamus, who was a normal sized man. He had a very mysterious look to him, as well as his aura. He wore a dark yellow cloak, and then snow white baggy pants. He wore a hood above his head, so all you could see through the darkness of it were his fiery red eyes, his silver hair, and then a bit of his lower face, which was covered in bandages. Attached to his belt was a dagger *somewhat like a kodachi actually* than point diagonally at the very top, and then strapped to his back was a huge scimitar nearly as big as him. Not much was known about Asdamus. All that was, was that he had wandered in the desert for many many years before joining the Ordonra Elite, and had killed many beings and creatures within his nomadic time.

And of course, the leader was Dranon, who had gathered all of the six best wicked warriors he could find, and created the Ordonra Elite. While they were all very strong, Dranon was the mightiest of the Elite, and could not be defeated by anyone he fought. He used a very nice broadsword, with a shining silver-like blade and a teal hilt. He was incredible when he fought with his sword. His tactics were incredible and unstoppable, and his skill was literally God-like. Another thing he knew like Risst was telekinesis, although he was the one to teach Risst telekinesis and was much stronger with it. He could gain control of anything and move it around without concentrating at all like Risst, and also could create insane mind blasts which were almost impossible to dodge and were extraordinarily strong and prodigious. His other amazing ability was that he had the power to emit extremely potent energy beams from his sword, which had speeds faster than a falcon and the power to create craters in the hardest of stone walls.

As the storm on the sea grew worse and as the Ordonra Elite’s ship did her best to stay on course, Dranon still sat in his cabin at his desk. There were three torches lit throughout the entire room, one on every wall besides the one with the door. Then hanging from the ceiling was a lantern on a chain, which blaze was giving off a deal of heat and light. On Dranon’s desk lay a parchment map of Herlassia’s South Quadrant where Sephia’s castle was, the place the Ordonra Elite would be visiting soon. Dranon took a feather pen and dabbed it in a small jar of ink quickly. He circled the Sephia’s citadel, leaving a red circle around it. He then made a line going to a fort within a forest near her castle, and made an X there to mark where’d they’d be staying for the time being. Closing the lid on the jar of ink, the young man set his pen aside. Dranon then opened up a little cabinet in his desk, and took out a diamond wine glass and a bottle of wine. He uncorked it, and poured himself half a glassful of a blood red wine. The leader of the Ordonra Elite put the cork back on the bottle, and set it aside as he took a sip of the wine. It tasted absolutely delicious to him, and he quickly took another sip. Once the wine went down his throat, he gently put the glass down on the table still holding it, and sat speechless as he had been. His eyes were still narrow with sternness, seriousness, and most of all anger. Not even the wine could make him smile, grin, smirk or even make his eyes lit up a tiny bit for that matter. During all of his years with the Ordonra Elite, Dranon had never smiled or smirked once. Every single moment of his life, he had that same expression on his face~ seriousness, and angered. He took another slug of his wine from the glass, and finished it up. He grabbed the bottle by the top, uncorked it once again, and poured himself this time a full glass. At that moment, he heard a knock on his cabin door.

“Come in” he said. The door handle then turned, and the door opened up as a soaking wet Bellarus stepped into his cabin, a bit of a grin on his face.

“Good news Dranon, we’ll be reaching shore by dawn most definitely hours” he stated, “we’re keeping the ship on course nicely and at a good speed.” Dranon nodded, and took a sip of his wine.

“Thank you for the update Bellarus, and when you go back up on deck tell everyone that we’ll be going to Sephia’s castle first, and then to a fort just for us within a forest nearby” he replied. Bellarus nodded back, and gave a quick bow.

“As you say” he said. Dranon began to take a big slug of his drink, and Bellarus walked over to him and leaned his ear at Dranon as he hid his mouth with his one hand to whisper. “Now I understand why you want so much revenge on that brat Mirren and that fool Link, but what is it that you have about Zelda?” he asked, “I mean she’s quite the beauty after all and…” Bellarus got no more out. The very millisecond he called Zelda a “beauty” Dranon locked his hand around his throat and applied a good deal of pressure. Bellarus grasped for breath as he made numerous choking noises, and Dranon lowered his wine glass from his lips. He glared at Bellarus with rage in his eyes.

“She is anything but a beauty you stupid imbecile!!” he sneered scornfully, shattering his wine glass with an extra amount of force on his grasp of it. The pieces of diamond flew everywhere, and Bellarus’s eyes widened in shock as he felt a few pieces hit his face. One though soared by his cheek and created a little blood cut. Dranon continued, “She’s a broad who’s forgotten the most important thing in her life and literally worships pure fools. Zelda is a snob princess who thinks she’s the greatest and most important thing alive all because she’s the good-for-nothing princess of Hyrule!! My respect for her had vanished because of her stupid actions and beliefs…so don’t you *ever*, call her a beauty, again you fool…” With that Dranon then threw Bellarus to the ground with incredible force, so much that Bellarus actually unleashed a loud grunt of pain from the hit. He groaned in pain, and slowly opened his eyes as Dranon loomed over him. “Get out now…” he threatened with a terrible sneer. Fear flooded Bellarus’s eyes, and panicking he crawled for a few moments and soon stood up and ran out of the cabin, slamming the door on the way out. Dranon still stood sneering for a few seconds; before eventually went back to his desk. The leader of the Ordonra Elite pulled out another diamond wine glass from the cabinet, and grabbed the bottle and uncorked it. Dranon poured himself another full glass of the blood red wine, and set the bottle aside after putting the cork back on. He took a decently sized sip of the wine, and slowly set it on the desk still holding it, sitting at his desk with pure anger and hatred in his eyes.

“I’m back Zelda…” He whispered, “your big brother is finally returning home…”

Heh, somebody has got to put a reply here for Mirren to continue his fic
Anyways, Mirren, I can't wait to see why Dranon hates Zelda... I had this curiosity when I read this chapter first. Um, can you give me a spoiler...
Anyways, continue it!!

Hmph, my other reader besides ZT left ZU...dandy...-_-

Here's what was the original chapter 2, though expect to see a good deal of changes, and what some might think a ridiculous part...XD!!!





Chapter 3: Wicked Love

It was a very over-cast night in Herlassia. The sun didn’t shine at all, and somewhat dark clouds covered the entire sky like a blanket. A chilling wind wafted through the almost silent land, and brought the notion to every beast, monster and human that a terrible rain was coming. The clouds were now slowly turning into a gray color, that of ash. The wind blew harder, and created a spine-tingling hollow. The leaves were picked up by the gusts, and carried off over the land. The air grew colder, and numerous birds from ravens to killdeer briskly soared into any tree they could find. The many monsters and creatures that made Herlassia their home were now finding shelter, as even they knew what was to come. A crackle of thunder boomed in the distance, and it echoed throughout the land. It was like that of a bomb flower, only quieter from it being in the distance, and kind of terrifying. Another blast of thunder blasted in the distance, this one louder though. The wind hollowed now like a wolf at late night, and these two things coalesced was enough to give even some grown men goose bumps. All the warriors and civilians in Herlassia were now hurrying to move into their stone forts or towers, those warriors and civilians ranging from Moblins to Hylian warriors who instead lived in Herlassia, to serve their mighty Princess and King…..

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Princess Sephia stood by one of the clearer stain glass windows in her throne room at the top of the highest tower within her castle. She was the princess of Herlassia, ruling it alongside her father. The great stone palace where she lived in had a bit of an obsidian tone to its color, and oddly resembled Hyrule Castle in a way. It was very large, and had three other smaller towers about one huge one. It was exceedingly high, and in a rounder form so that the stairs spiraled up. At the top it was pointed, and a little wider so that the throne room was huge.

Sephia was at about the age of thirty or so, and was quite beautiful. She had long dark violet hair, and it that actually reached past her shoulder blades down to almost the end of her back. She had beautiful indigo eyes, and smooth purple eye shadow around them on her eyebrows and eyelashes. On her stomach was a steel breast plate, only covering up her breasts perfectly and a little more above and below them. The other thing she wore on her upper body, was a rather distinctive and unique piece of clothing. It was a very light lavender colored shirt, but it only reached down to the middle of her back, so the area of her belly button and around was shown completely. The sleeves only went down to about her elbows, and then was opened up in front to reveal her chest, but of course the steel breast plate still covered up her breasts. Finally, the thing was also a long cerulean cape that only hovered about a couple inches above the ground. She then wore a sarong the same color as the shirt part of her upper clothing, and it reached down to her ankles, and stopped. It was a little clear though, so you could see her legs, but not clear enough to see them very well. At the top of it, it was tight to so it could never fall, but after that it was somewhat loose and kind of baggy. She wore two very nice ebony bracelets around her wrists, and implanted in them were wonderful garnets. She had two pearl post earrings in each ear, and then a very nice loose golden bracelet about her neck that hung down to almost her breasts. In her hand was held her wonderful staff, which was as black as the night sky for the rod. At the top there was a beautiful diamond-like crystal, with an aquamarine stone inside. It had been sharpened a bit at the tip, so it could use used to slash and slice open any enemies.

But Sephia was not that much of a fighter, she never battled at all, although she was a great sorceress. Underneath that beauty and somewhat fierce and dark aura, incredible energy dwelled within.

As she stood watching the rain, she smiled. She enjoyed seeing it pour upon the land of Herlassia, and not to see the shining sun. It pleased her to watch the lightning split through the sky, and to hear the numerous booms of thunder. The black as smoke clouds made the scenery even better, and she couldn’t have asked for better day. She was going to visit Ganondorf in the after world soon, and was joyous at the fact was she going to see her love once again.

Sephia believe it or not, had fallen in love with the King of Evil, Ganondorf. One day after the seven years passed by Link freeing the Master Sword, Ganondorf had left his fortress to Herlassia for new recruits. He had heard that the castle she lived in was willing to provide some monsters, and didn’t intend for him to pay them anything. The second he saw her, and the second she saw him…they both fell in love. Ganondorf had originally planned to go back to his castle once he got the soldiers, but instead he stayed with Sephia, and on that night they shared their first kiss. He left the next day, but came back every once in a while to see her. Though once he began his campaign to get revenge on Mirren with his sister Emralda, he no longer saw Sephia that much, though he had promised her once he finished the plan with Emralda, he would come back to her and rule over Herlassia with her…

…But he never did, and one night he appeared to her as a ghost and told her how he had been defeated at the hands of Mirren three times. She was enraged at the fact that a young boy had trapped her love in another dimension, and took him away from her. She felt wrath flood her heart and felt like sending nearly all the guards to burn Hyrule Castle to the ground while Mirren was inside. The princess of Herlassia wanted to have him gutted on the tip of her staff, and then blown away by an energy blast until his body was disintegrated and turned to ashes.

Sephia was ready to go and kill Mirren herself, but instead Ganondorf came to her again and told her to wait, he had a different plan instead. He said he’d be able to escape eventually from the dimension he was trapped in. By collecting energy slowly from spirits in another dimension *the afterlife really* he would one day have enough power to escape. The problem was tough, that it would take years to complete this task, and when he would escape, Sephia would be dead. But the princess of Herlassia had a loop-hole to get around this, and one that is almost unbelievable to the human mind. Hidden away in a secret place of the castle, was a magical, ancient stone. This stone had the power to literally set a land in suspended animation, and leave it completely the same as around it the world aged. If used, it would freeze Herlassia in time the way it was in the time of the first Link, Zelda and Mirren, though Sephia would have all control over it and stop its power when wanted. She used it, and for decades kept its power running as Hyrule and the other lands aged, while Herlassia stayed the exact same, the people and beats not aging either. She kept this up for decades, until one day Ganondorf told her she could stop it due to that he was near to gaining his full energy needed. She did so, and when Herlassia unfroze, it was just as it was decades ago, and everyone in it thought it was the same day that Sephia used the stone…

As she stood, she could hear footsteps behind her. They came slowly, and soon stopped. There was a loud “clank” then, and she knew who it was.

“Hello daddy…..” she said. It really was her father, the true King of Herlassia. He was stood at a light five-foot eight, just below Sephia who was five-nine, although her shoes added an extra three inches to her height, so really with them she was six foot, exact, taller than him. He was a rather old man, with many winkles and signs of his elder age on his face. He had white as snow hair that reached to his shoulders from the back and sides, and then a white mustache also. His eyes were an olive green color, and full of old age and wisdom, though most of the time they were unable to be seen due to his squinting and numerous winkles. He was wearing a dark orange robe with many crimson designs on it, ranging from odd looking suns to mystical runes or symbols. He carried with him a blue staff, that at the top curved backwards, and the curved up and forward like a loop. He seemed very serious at the moment.

“You’re very nicely dressed my daughter, you look beautiful. You’re going to see *him* aren’t you?” he asked referring to Ganondorf. Sephia didn’t turn around, and she didn’t smile either. In fact she actually narrowed her eyes and she lowered her head a bit.

“Yes I am daddy, and I don’t care what you say. I love him, and he loves me. I’m going to visit him in the afterlife, whether you like it or not….” She answered with a bit of anger in her tone of voice. Her father didn’t look the least bit happy.

“Sephia, my daughter, when will you realize it…..?” he asked, “that man is pure evil, his heart is nothing but darkness. He doesn’t love you, he is only using you….” Sephia now spun around and glared at her father.

“Use me for what!?” she snapped. The King of Herlassia narrowed his eyes.

“This entire castle, our North Quadrant of Herlassia, and then all of it” he answered,
“Ganondorf will do anything to rule all, and beginning by ruling Herlassia is perfect for that devil. Then with this entire land in his grasp, it will be easy as ever for him to conquer other lands, like the one he wishes to rule the most……..Hyrule…..” Sephia fumed.

“I don’t care what you think daddy!! I love him and I know he loves me!!” she shouted, “now I’m going to see him whether you like it or not!! I’ll be back in an hour or two, goodbye!!” The crystal at the top of Sephia’s staff then began to glow, and within a second, she was gone. She had transported herself to the afterlife. The King sighed, and bowed his head as he closed his eyes. He despised that Sephia had fallen in love with Ganondorf, and likewise with the King of Evil. He constantly lectured Sephia whenever she’d go to see him or talk about him that Ganondorf really didn’t love her, and was using her for a fool. He always told her how her love was imprudent, and Ganondorf would end up betraying her. But no matter how many times he told her that he didn’t love her, Sephia never listened and kept her love for Ganondorf.

“I would give up my own life just to open up her eyes…..” he whispered.

* * * * *

Within the afterlife, there was a huge black castle. It was bigger than Hyrule Castle, and it’s towers stretched all the way higher than the clouds in the sky. There was a large lake of lava beneath it, as it sat upon a large island inside that huge pool of magma. This was Ganondorf’s castle, a palace that he created for him to reside him while he was in the afterlife. While most of the castle was complete, there were still a few things needed to be worked on before it would be considered “complete”. One of them, was a job needed to be done below the castle…

Deep beneath the fortress, there was a large river of lava that flowed freely from the one side of the lake to the other. It was actually in a huge tunnel of rock underneath the castle, and the lower areas and basements actually reached this far. There were many rooms and floors right across from the tunnel below the castle, and Ganondorf found that it’d be best if there’d be a way for the living things in the castle to just go through the tunnel to the other side of the under-regions of the castle, instead of traveling up to the main floor and having to travel down the other passages. And Ganondorf was making sure that would be done.

Numerous monsters and beasts from Moblins to Iron Knuckles to regular deceased Hylian Warriors were at the moment working to dam up the flow, and covered it up so you could walk on the stone easily and cross safely. The workforce had been slaving over the job for a little while now, and it never got easier. The river of magma was huge, and incredibly wide. Another problem was the process of covering it up. To do this, the workers used great thick tiles of black stone used to make the castle, and lay them upon the lava covering up that part. But these tiles were large, very large. Each was about four meters by four meters, and weighed hundreds, maybe thousands. They were very awkward too, and many beasts were needed to pull, carry, and push them. It was an incredibly hard job, and a dangerous one at that. Quite a few workers had been swallowed by the lava already, and their bodies disintegrated. And since they were already dead, they totally vanished, they no longer even had a soul, so they no longer had a life anywhere, as if they were no where.

Ganondorf watched from a balcony of stone over the workers as they slowly worked to cover up more of the river. The King of Evil was in his normal battle armor, although this time a suit of crimson and black. His long blood red cape touched the ground slightly, and swayed a little from the very slight wind drift in the tunnel. The same went for his fiery red hair, although that only touched his shoulders a bit. He stared at the army of beasts as they dragged along the huge tiles of stone, and placed them one by one perfectly next to each other over the lava flow. They were doing it at a rather good pace today, although they all seemed exhausted. The heat down there was nearly unbearable, and a few workers had already suffered greatly from heat stroke. It was literally like working in an oven, and the harsh amount of time they spent down there doing one of the toughest jobs imaginable didn’t help at all.

At that moment just then, Ganondorf noticed something out of the corner of his orangish-red eye. A few human workers had suddenly collapsed while pulling one of the stone tiles, and a couple lay panting terribly while the others tried to pull, but came to no avail and fell. Anger lit up in Ganondorf’s eyes, and he flew down directly next to them.

“You weaklings!! You good for nothing pieces of garbage!!” he roared, “this job should’ve been done on the first three days we started it! You’re all worthless!! Do I have to do all of this myself!!??” At that moment then, Ganondorf grunted a little, and lifted the stone tile with both hands above his head. He screamed in fury, and everyone was shocked at his strength. He flew over at the lava, and threw the tile perfectly in place. A little magma shot up from the fray, and Ganondorf ignored it as if it was regular water. He landed, and spun around. “This is how this should be getting done!! Now begin working faster or…” The King of Evil was about to say more, but at that second one of his messengers ran into the tunnel, and bowed.

“My Lord, Lady Sephia has arrived at the castle, she wishes to see you” he stated. Instantly Ganondorf felt his rage slowly fade away, and he smiled diabolically.

“Thank you for the announcement…” He replied, and flew back up onto the balcony. He then slowly walked off into the passage as he thought about seeing his love once again.

* * * * *

Sephia waited inside the great hall. She simply stood smiling as she dwelled within Ganondorf’s citadel, and glanced around at the room. It was very large, just like her castle’s great hall and just like Hyrule Castle’s great hall. Although this one was decorated much differently. On the high points of the walls, stone gargoyles and demons were embedded in them, and many portraits of the King of Evil, the King of Thieves, Ganondorf himself hung. They ranged from simple ordinary portraits, to paintings of him battling Link and conquering areas of all sorts. There were orangish-yellow stain glass windows all about the room, just as their were in his old castle when he fought Link, although these one had numerous pictures of demons, shadows, ghost knights, devils, and all other kinds of evil symbolic signs. Sephia loved how it looked, although there was no place better than her own citadel, which she would someday rule completely when her father passed on.

Just then, Ganondorf stepped in through the two huge wooden doors from which seemed to be made from the mightiest oak trees in the afterlife, and painted a dark brown color. He smiled, and threw his arms out to her gracefully and romantically.

“My love…” He said. Sephia instantly turned around, and smiled as she walked over to him.

“Ganondorf…” They came to each other, and clasped each others hands. Sephia reached up and kissed Ganondorf on the cheek, and grinned. “So good to see you once again…” She stated. Ganondorf smiled sinisterly.

“Same here Sephia, I’ve missed you” he responded, “you look gorgeous today.” The young woman smiled back at him.

“Thank you my love, I knew this would be a more important meeting of us, and I figured I’d look me best” she spoke, “now, what is it that you’ve so badly been wanting to tell me of? What is your plan this time Ganondorf?” The King of Evil grinned devilishly, and let go of his grasp round Sephia’s hands. He took a step back, and prepared to tell her his preparations.

“Okay, listen carefully, this is incredibly imperative” he began. Sephia nodded, and Ganondorf continued. “Alright, first off, I have spoken to a very special man, Dranon, the leader of the Ordonra Elite. He has agreed to ally with us for a time, to get revenge on Link, Zelda, and Mirren, which he greatly wants. He’s right now on the Hyrule Sea, and will be here at Hyrule soon, he plans to come to your castle in Herlassia. I want you to work out all the details and agreements of this, but before you do that I have to tell you the rest. My plan is for you attain extra magical energy and bring me back to life faster, to revive me completely.” Sephia looked a bit surprised. Ganondorf looked serious though. “Will you be able to do that?” Sephia thought for a few moments, and placed her hand on her chin as she pondered about the question. Soon she looked back at him, and smiled.

“Yes, I will be able to do that Ganondorf” she answered, “although it will most definitely take about two weeks to gather that power.” Ganondorf nodded.

“That’s fine” he replied, “now just one more thing. When you speak with Dranon, tell him that, and then tell him that when we are ready to whenever begin our attack, he may go with the Ordonra Elite to Hyrule Castle and do whatever he pleases as his revenge on whoever. Understand? I will tell you more of this another time. Now go back to your castle in Herlassia and prepare for Dranon’s arrival, alright?” Sephia nodded, and smiled.

“Yes my love. But before I go…there is one thing I wish to do…” she said as she grinned. Ganondorf grinned back.

“Me too…” Ganondorf then lifted her a little to his face, and they closed their eyes as they leaned their faces forward at each other. They closed their eyes, and pressed their lip together. They found themselves, in a great kiss, and Sephia wrapped her arms about his shoulders ever as she held her staff. Ganondorf ran his hands up and down her waist, and they continued their fiery kiss.

Soon they stopped, and pulled their faces away as they opened their eyes. They both smiled, and Sephia stepped away. He held her staff with both hands, and looked into the King of Evil’s eyes.

“Goodbye…” She whispered. The crystal at the top of her staff then glowed, and in a flash of light she was gone.

* * * * *


Sephia appeared back at her castle. She was in her throne room again, just as she was before she left. It was still raining hard outside, and there was tons of thunder and lightning. She smiled and felt good to be back home, and the weather in the night also pleased her. She grinned as she thought of that kiss she shared with Ganondorf before she left the afterlife, and turned around towards the stairs that lead to the balcony on the far edge of the throne room. The stairway was covered in a crimson carpet, and it went all the way up to balcony, and still covered that. She began to walk over to the door beneath it on the left, but suddenly a voice stopped her.

“Hello daughter…” It said. Sephia instantly stopped advancing over to the stairs, and her face went blank. No smile, no anger, no wickedness, no emotion at all.

“Hi daddy” she replied. Her father stood bending over a little as he held his blue staff firmly with his right hand. He had that look of seriousness again.

“Good to see you back. You weren’t gone for very long, I expected you to be out longer…” He stated. Sephia’s eyes hardened, and she glanced at the King of Herlassia out of the corner of her right eye.

“What’s *that* supposed to mean?” she questioned sharply. Her father had a bit of sternness in his eyes right now.

“Well, considering how your love and his *so called* love for you is I figured you’d be together a while…” he answered. Sephia fumed inside. She spun around, and glared at her father.

“How dare you say that about us daddy!” she screamed, “we’re in love, but we haven’t done anything like you might think we have! And it’s not *so called* love of Ganondorf, it’s real love for me! Why can’t you understand that!? And why are you so paranoid!? We did nothing together whatsoever, just a visit!!” With that Sephia spun around as her cerulean cape flew with her. She began walking over to the stairs once again, and the King said something.

“Then why is your lipstick smeared?” he asked. Sephia froze. She instantly stopped advancing to the balcony, and her eyes widened. Her mouth dropped a little, and she couldn’t believe what she just heard her father say. The King stood with that fatherly-anger in his eyes, and simply stared at his awestruck daughter. Soon Sephia’s eyes lit up with rage. She gritted her teeth slightly. She spun her head and sneered at him.

“Enough daddy! Stop prying into this and acting like Ganondorf will end up killing me!!” she roared, and then stomped away. The King watched as his daughter made her way over to the balcony stairs, and sighed as he walked back to the main doors of the throne room, which was actually not as short a walk as you might expect. Sephia fumed as she came between the two chairs on the balcony. Just then yet another voice stopped her.

“You mustn’t worry about your father Princess, he’s got that paranoid and vexed attitude in him, just as all father’s are about their daughter’s falling in love with a man they don’t believe is good enough for her…” the voice spoke, and it sounded like that of a younger, sophisticated, gentleman-like man. Sephia stopped, and looked to the balcony stairway. There stood a man with his back leaning on the railing, his arms crossed and his head bowed with his eyes closed- as if he just appeared there now. He slowly lifted up his head, and opened his deep blue eyes. He turned around slowly, and looked down at Princess Sephia.

This was Vaarshola, Sephia’s most trusted, and greatest of all loyal warriors. He stood at a height of six foot-three, and seemed at about the age of thirty or so, pretty much Sephia’s age. He had long white hair that reached past his shoulder blades, and it had a bit of a sky blue tone to it. He had a very handsome look to him, and on his forehead and was a crimson star, though he could disguise it with his normal flesh anytime he pleased, as he did now. He wore a long white robe, with a crimson sash on both shoulders. In front was a long crimson piece, that looked like an obelisk pointing upside down. Then finally all over his robe were blue designs that looked like all sorts of mystical symbols. Vaarshola may have looked like quite the gentleman, but within his heart he was a wicked devil. He was a mystical killer, and he got that title from the hundreds of people he had slaughtered and caused death to in the years. He grinned. “Never worry, eventually your father will get over it, or he’ll just pass on and you’ll never have to deal with his ordeal of you and Ganondorf again” Sephia stood motionless and silent for a few moments, but soon looked up at him and smiled.

“Thank you Vaarshola, you’ve always been the one who can make me feel better with a simple sway of words…not even my father can do that” she replied. He smirked.

“Anything to serve my princess” he said back. She smiled once again.

“Forgive me, but I must get to sleep now. Tomorrow Dranon and the rest of the Ordonra Elite will be coming here to the castle” she stated, “and I wish to be in perfect condition for this summit, as it is very vital for Ganondorf’s plan he’s discussed with me. Goodnight Vaarshola…” With that the Princess of Herlassia merely pounded the butt of her staff once on the floor, and slowly the wall split to reveal a large, double door- this was the entrance to her quarters. She went through the doors, closed the, and locked them. The sound of the gears echoed throughout the large and now silent throne room, and Vaarshola still smirked. He turned to the balcony, and slowly walked up the stairs. He soon came to the top, and walked over to the two golden chairs entrenched with numerous precious gems. He stood in-between them, and faced the large two doors that were the entrance to the throne room. He leaned his back against the wall that now covered the doors to Sephia’s quarters, and smiled wickedly. There was a flash of lightning, and then a loud crackle of thunder. He made no sounds, no other emotions, and had not a single thought in his mind, he only smiled.

Mirren! This was always my favorite chapter and it still is!
Keep writing. By the way, who was your other reader that left ZU???

ZenoX...-_-




Chapter 4: The Congregation

Hours later as the dark stormy night crept on, Sephia made everything perfect and ready for Dranon and the Ordonra Elite’s arrival the next day. As she walked about the castle making sure the place looked great and telling servants and warriors left and right a job to do, the King sat in his room writing in his journal. He had the door closed, and locked as he quickly wrote away on the parchment page in the blue covered book. He sat at his desk writing by the light of a candle next to him, and dabbed the tip of a feather in a small jar of black ink. He wrote a few more sentences, and then was finished. He put his feather pen down, and closed up the jar, along with the book also. He sat up from his chair, and walked over to his bed after grabbing the candle within a candle holder. He placed it on the nightstand next to his bed, and sat down. Suddenly he felt a pain surge through his chest, and he clutched his sternum as he winced a little. After a few moments the pain went away, but the King was a bit surprised and flummoxed by this unexpected pain.

“My word what was that?” he asked himself quietly. He rubbed his chest a little, and thought for a few moments about it. Eventually he just began to ignore it, and lay down in his beautiful, comfortable bed. He blew out the candle, and laid his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes as he quickly fell asleep.

* * * * *

Sephia had been awake now for a couple hours. All she really needed that night was about two hours of sleep, and she’d be fine. She had made several runs around her castle getting everything perfect for the next day. She made sure all the guards and warriors looked as if they were in tip-top shape, and all the rooms were as clean as a diamond in a gem shop. Every single area of the castle; all the towers, the staircases, the dining hall, all the bedrooms, the armory, the archives, the treasury, and every other room that there was within the huge citadel.

Sephia strode up the stairway to the throne room. She had a smirk on her face, and was actually eager for this little congregation with Dranon of the Ordonra Elite. Not that she cared about him or anything, but just the feeling of serving her loved one and doing a deed for him would end up making her feel great. She couldn’t wait to see that smile on his face when everything would go as planned. She no longer smirked, but now smiled as she thought about her loved one.

She soon came to the throne room entrance, and opened up the huge oaken doors as she stepped inside. The throne room was absolutely huge. Nearly about ninety feet in height, and then ninety or a hundred feet wide. The grey stone wall, ceiling, and floor as shined from the cleaning that Sephi