[Fanfiction] Blinding Corruption, A dark TP AU

AN: IGNORE ALL POSTS UP TO THE THIRD PAGE!!! Also, ignore all posts by Pinkie Pie. I have drastically changed my story sense he/she/it posted.


You all hear tales of “Light against Dark” with no shades of gray, Light always being good and Dark always being evil. In the real world, there are shades of gray. People doing good deeds with bad intentions, people doing bad deeds with good intentions.

The self proclaimed 'Princess of Destiny', Zleda Harkinian the twenty-third, has found the key to using the Sunwell. Using its volatile arcane energies and uses it to bind her people, smite her foes, and banish those she deems 'Unworthy of being under the Hylian Empire' to places unknown. The Temple of Time had been destroyed trying to find it. To get the key, she destroyed the hilt of the Master Sword. All of this she said was to appease the Gods, even destroying the weapon forged by the souls the three Holy Dragons.

The Empire was destroying all of Hyrule. Through in the Twilight and you have a full-scale war on your hands.

Someone has to stop it.

Even if he doesn't wield the Blade of Evil's Bane, but an evil blade. Even if he doesn't have a past. Even if he was steadily dying as a human. Even if she couldn't walk in day. Even if she was royalty herself. Even if she was a being of the Twilight. They would stop it. Once and for all.


"The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on Earth. But I think that's a luxury. Not a curse. To know you're close to the end is a kind of freedom. Good time to take...inventory. Out-gunned. Outnumbered. Out of our minds. On a suicide mission. But the sand and the rocks here, stained with thousands of years of warfare...They will remember us. For this. Because out of all our vast array of nightmares, this is the one we choose for ourselves. We go forward like a breath exhaled from the Earth. With vigor in our hearts and one goal in sight: We. Will. Kill him."

— Price's speech in the cutscene of Just Like Old Times. Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2

It was Twilight in the Imperial City. A parade celebrating the 'end' of the war on darkness was taking place on the main street. There were countless white rose petals raining down from rooftops, being automatic sent down by magical means.

In the streets thousands of men, women and children dressed in white and green were being held back by Hylian guards dressed in chainmail. In the middle of the streets horses, dagger jugglers, fire breathers, sword swallowers and dancers were moving down the street in a slow pace.

In the middle of it all was a float with two people on it and behind them was a slight shimmer in the air. One of them was a beautiful blonde woman of about twenty dressed in a white, gold and lavender form fitting dress. She was waring a significant amount of jewelry and on here left hand it had three triangles on it, the one of the bottom right was glowing a golden looking light, if one were close enough they would realize that it was just yellow light pouring from an imperfect triangle. To her right was a blonde man with unnaturally bright blue eyes, longish hair and dressed in a olive green tunic with bronze looking chain underneath it, if one were to look closely he would see that it was rusted iron with a shining charm,white leggings and brown leather boots. On his back was a blade with what looked like eagle wings for a gaurd. The man had the same three triangles on the back of his hand except the lower left triangle was glowing with yellow light.

While both of the figures were waving to the throngs of people a hooded shadow was running across the rooftops.

He was dressed in a long black cloak with spiraling vine markings on the bottom of it. Under the cloak he was waring a light breast plate, a single pauldren on his left shoulder, light gloves and light leg guards, all of the said items were forged with mithril. On his right shoulder was a small leather shoulderpad and his feet brown leather boots. Under his armor he was dressed in simple black clothes.

On his wrists were bracers with strange symbols on them and below them was another symbol, on the left one there was a crescent moon and the right one had a sun. Strapped to his waist was a black jagged dagger.

Protruding from his cloak was the hilt of a jagged Runeblade with a grip of studded leather and a hilt of a demonic ram skull, it gave off a blue aura that promised pain, suffering and sickness to all who looked upon it. This blade was known as Frostmourne, the same blade that corrupted Prince Arthas Harkinian twenty years ago.

Under the hood there was a unnaturally pale and angular face framed with hair blacker than the Queen's heart. His eyes were deep set and a piercing blood red. As he breathed in and out through his mouth one could see razor sharp fangs instead of canines.

The cloaked man ran from roof to roof until he reached one of the rose petal stockpiles. He slowed down and reached to his back and pulled out Frostmourne. He walked to the cart of petals and thrust Frostmourne into the middle of them. Rather quickly the petals started to die and turn brown one by one.

After that he lifted Frostmourne and jammed it down into the roof, causing cracks spewing sickly green light to spread across the roof. As the plague cracks reached each of the petal boxes they quickly died like the first box. After that he replaced Frostmourne back into it's scabbard.

People looked up and fear grew seeing the dead petals falling from the roofs, while just minuets before they were pure white rose petals.

At this point he backed up to the edge of the roof and ran as fast as vampiricly possible to the edge. He was jumping for the main float. As he was falling he extended his arm and took aim at the shimmer behind the two people on the float. With a flick of his wrist and a loud bang the shimmer turned into a wealthily dressed mage with a hole in the front of his head and the back blown clean off, spraying blood and grey-matter all over the float.

As soon as the mage was killed the man in green's hair turned into bright red cornrows, his eyes into a bright orange, his build turned larger and bulkier, his skin turned to a demonic black, his clothes faded and turned to gleaming black plate with a glowing scar in the middle of his chest and the sword on his back now turned into a glowing white claymore. The Triforce on the woman's hand faded to nothingness, hers was were fake. But the man, his Triforce changed to sport the top triangle.

This was not Link, the said holder of the Triforce of Courage, this was the King of Evil himself.

Gannon ordered some men to surround the float. He didn't anticipate the attack from above though.

The man continued to freefall, he flicked his wrists back and seven inch blades came out of his bracers. He attempted to land on both the man and the woman, stabbing both of them through the neck as he landed. But Gannon moved aside to quickly for his size. Zelda on the other hand wasn't so lucky and got stabbed in the heart by the blade with the moon on it.

He yanked his hand back, muttering a quick,"Rest in peace," ignoring the burning thirst that came with freshly spilt blood as Zelda fell to the ground, her unnaturally violet eyes glazing over as she exhaled her last breath.

A battle cry alerted him to an the presence of Gannon attacking him from behind. The hooded man quickly retracted his blades and pulled Frostmourne half-way out of it's scabbard, blocking a diagonal slash ment to behead him. He quickly pulled Frostmourne all the way out of it's sheath and spun around quickly, lashing out at Gannon with the soul stealing runeblade but in a horizontal strike. Gannon didn't have time to block it because of recoil from his last attack so the vampire got his first strike in, frost spread from the wound, freezing Gannon's blood. Said Evil King tried to back up and break the ice that was freezing his blood from the inside out but ended up tripping over the corpse of the illusionist.

The frost spread from his wound to the ground and covering him from the neck down in unbreakable ice and rime.

At this time the whole parade broke into chaos, their Queen had been assassinated and the hero Link turned out to be Gannondorf.

At this the man pointed Frostmourne at Gannon's chest with one hand (Lich King pose). "Just finish it, Link Lightsbane!" Gannon spat at the newly named man. "You're father abandoned his Mortality to merely seal me! HE DIED WITHOUT CAUSE!" Gannondorf roared at Link.

A dark and angry expression came across Link's face. "You have no right to speak of my father." Link growled out. "Goodbye, King of Evil." And with that Link thrust Frostmourne through the chest of the Evil King.

This is like an Assassins Creed trailer, the deed happens eventually but not like this.

Before I give my honest critique, is this a troll thread (Like a parody of the stereotypically bad fanfic)? It really seems like one... If it's not then I'll critique it.

Lol, I approve.

The sad part is that I swear I've actually read something incredibly similar to this somewhere else where it was supposed to be taken seriously. My one complaint is that you actually listed the places that names were going to be changed; I enjoy it when they're changed without any mention to them being changed.

'ran as fast as vampiricly possible ' XD

No it isn't a joke or troll-fic.

To the second guy; Damn, well that's news to me. I just sorta coppied the Assassins Creed Brotherhood trailer on this part.

I have room for improvement I know, but some people seem to enjoy it so I don't know what to thing... Well then again, the people that enjoyed it were on Fanfiction.net, the place where people with no talent go to write and people who haven't read any good books to compare drop reviews. *Sigh* I wish there were better stories on that site.

Originally Posted by Red Shadows

No it isn't a joke or troll-fic.

To the second guy; Damn, well that's news to me. I just sorta coppied the Assassins Creed Brotherhood trailer on this part.

I have room for improvement I know, but some people seem to enjoy it so I don't know what to thing... Well then again, the people that enjoyed it were on Fanfiction.net, the place where people with no talent go to write and people who haven't read any good books to compare drop reviews. *Sigh* I wish there were better stories on that site.

Don't try and stew so many fandoms together. You plan to merge Warcraft, The Lord of the Rings, Assassin's Creed, and The Legend of Zelda together? Pinkie Pie hates to tell you this, but the end result won't be memorable. Even if it's not a troll fic, it has all the makings of the kind of bad fanfiction found on Fanfiction.net. Your list of "dark" elements in the beginning doesn't help.

Meh, the people on FF are pansies and if you don't give warnings they will spam your review box with butthurt comments. I just copied this from my FF page.

I've seen worse crossover stories... like 7 different animes/mangas go KABOOM and make a deformed crossover. Also, I'm not making a crossover per say, only using elements from various stuffs.

Originally Posted by Red Shadows

Meh, the people on FF are pansies and if you don't give warnings they will spam your review box with butthurt comments. I just copied this from my FF page.

I've seen worse crossover stories... like 7 different animes/mangas go KABOOM and make a deformed crossover. Also, I'm not making a crossover per say, only using elements from various stuffs.

If you rate a story "M", then the users of Fanfiction.net can go ♥♥♥♥ themselves. That's warning enough.

And you just said you were going to include a bunch of elements and characters from Warcraft, Assassin's Creed, and The Lord of the Rings.

"You're not welcomed here runt!" And with that the owner of the local market, Cailen, slammed his foot into my gut, hunger pains gone from the length of time without food. I was stumbled, stubbing my raw toes on an inconveniently placed stone and fell on my back side.

Cailen seemed to be the leader of the village, even when Bo was the mayor. The whole village had a pack mentality, and Cailen was the leader, ruling with an iron fist. He controlled who ate, who owned property, who had hunting writes. The list went on. It was hard to feed everyone with the Queen demanding constant tribute.

He was a tall and bulky man, blonde hair and blue eyes with dark stubble covering his face. He dressed in simple clothes,

I looked up to him with stoney eyes, hurried to my feet and ran off as fast as I could. As soon as I was outside of the village walls, I reached under my shirt and pulled out the hunk of bread I stole from the market. I fell down to the balls of my feet and sunk my teeth into the fresh bread and tore off a mouth full, it tasted savory, like the flesh of a doe.

I looked down at it, eyes blurry with hunger. It wasn't bread at all. It was a raw cut of venison, wraped in butchers paper not even drained of blood. With hunger clouding my mind and the taste of raw flesh on my tongue, I started tearing at it like a wild animal.

An Imperial guard stationed in Kessig to keep the grain and wine flowing to the Empire saw me ripping the cut of meat to shreds and called for backup. I was to lost in hunger and blood to see though.

Soon I was surrounded by at least five Imperial guards. I looked up, glaring and holding the piece of shredded flesh behind me, snarling like a caged wolf, teeth bared and ready to rip into human flesh. Hunger was the only thought on my mind.

Even at the young age of 16 I was no stranger to cannibalism. On multiple occasions I have picked off a guard that has been rumored to be a rapist or one that pointlessly killed people and used his badge as pardon, and feasted upon their flesh and blood. The finest of delicacies. I introduced another orphan to it. He quickly became addicted to the taste. It made him stronger at first. Than it made him weaker. Than his face became deformed. Than he grew insane. Than he grew claws. One day he disappeared and I haven't seen him seance.

The plate clad monsters walked closer all at once, bringing the circle closer to me. My vision blurred red and slowed. I leaped off of the balls of my feet at the first guard. I hit his chest and knocked him down and grabbed his voice box from his neck and ripped it clean out.

I lifted it above my head and opened my mouth wide, relishing in the feel of the man's lifeblood dripping on my and down my throat. Quickly, I dropped the piece of flesh and grabbed the man's sword, standard Imperial make.

I turned around and lunged at the next guard, he swung in a horizontal motion. I dropped down below his blade and swung lower, hacking at his gut. It had enough force behind it to cleave right through the guard's platemail, I twisted the blade and ripped it up, metal shrieking, boned cracking and pulled out after I punctured his left lung.

A wicked howl was let loose from inside the village and shouts and screams came closer at a rapid rate. Within almost no time at all, a humanoid figure jumped clear over the staked wall and landed a few yards away from me. The figure was large, taller than a human. It had human hands and feet with black claws instead of nails, a wolf like head and a furry hunched over body.

I felt afraid for the first time in a long time. Turning north, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, jumping over logs, stepping on thorns, dodging tree limbs.

I could hear the crunching of plate and the screaming of man fading as I ran from the village.

The Spirit Spring was directly north of Kessig and I ran directly through it. Skin burning wearing down to the muscle and sinew hidden within. After the brief contact with the holy waters I resumed my previous route, feet burning. I couldn't care less about my feet at the moment. All I cared about is getting away from the werewolf as soon as possible.

I ran for longer than I than I could ever before, running on adrenalin and blood.

A chorus of howls reverberated through the woods as I ran. Panting came closer from left, right and behind. Another burst of adrenalin let me run faster than the beasts. I escaped the woods into a clearing, the wolves literally on my heels. I looked over my shoulder to see the wolves stop at the edge of the clearing. I started laughing and kept running. All of a sudden the world was drenched in orange light.

I looked around. Behind me, the world was normally colored, but beyond a point it became dark and dimly lit. Small black flakes floated around, flickering in and out of reality.

Out of nowhere a wracking pain shot out of my right arm and I fell to my knees, clenching my wrist. My Lock pulsed and I groaned out in pain. After minuets of suffering on the ground unconsciousness graced me with its presence.

...you seem to be trying very hard to make this story "dark". It's very disconcerting. Don't try so hard to make your story "dark".

Why not? This isn't your typical Zelda fic. Also, there aren't enough good dark Zelda fics out there, same goes with good vampire fics.

Zelda is a tyrant and runs a corrupt empire. Look at the first few chapters of Eragon, his village is being run to the ground because of the Empire, same thing is happening in Hyrule, only difference is that Link is a orphan as opposed to a farmhand. In that kind of economy orphans would be dropping like flies, people could barley support themselves let alone orphans. Keep in mind that Cailen is also keeping people from hunting because the werewolves already kill enough wildlife. People would go insane with hunger, people would kill for food, whats the difference between that and killing people as food? There is none for someone mad with hunger.

Here is a link to what Link's buddy became. http://supernatural.wikia.com/wiki/Wendigo_(creature)

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God damnit I just had to go and read that page again... now I need to get the brain bleach and hide in a brightly lit closet for about a month .

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Go watch Supernatural S1:E2 for a Windego in action.

"Dark" stories aren't fun to read. As much as you may be trying to rebel against the norms set by other authors, that doesn't mean throwing depression and angst in the reader's face every other sentences. At this point, Pinkie Pie is not compelled to finish reading your story.

It isn't fun.

... Ok then. It's not angst per say, angst is people complaining about their lives. I don't try to write angst, angst is boring, to write and to read.. If it happens, it's not intentional.

And what are you talking about, saying that dark stories aren't fun to read? Those are the best ones! As long as they aren't to angst heavy, they can be the best of the best. I read this one good dark Zelda horror fic, it was good.

Meh, I'm trying to hard to defend my story. If you don't like it, don't read it. Now I'm acting like some stupid author I saw defending her self to the point of mindlessly yelling at people. I don't way to be that person.

The aren't fun to read. A story that is actively trying to be "dark" is trying too hard to elicit some sympathy from its readers. If someone is looking for a story, they won't read one that ♥♥♥♥s all over their face from the word go.

The "dark" elements can work, but only in conjunction with a narrative that isn't working so hard to emulate those elements.

While the characters themselves might not be angsty, the story is.

Well, I don't plan on it being this dark the whole time. It will brighten up a bit. It will still have dark elements and stuff, but it will end up more like Assassins Creed 2, Angsty beginning but lightening up (does AC2 actually even lighten up or just have less focus on angsty parts?).

Just made a map for my world.

...you should try creating your own story, rather than mashing so many different franchises together. And you intend to do this while adhering to a plot resembling Assassin's Creed 2?

Also, regardless of how "dark" Assassin's Creed 2 was, it wasn't trying to to come off as dark. The tone was set by the material presented, rather than by a bunch of arbitrary elements lodged together to produce the darkest product possible.

Originally Posted by Pinkie Pie

...you should try creating your own story, rather than mashing so many different franchises together. And you intend to do this while adhering to a plot resembling Assassin's Creed 2?

Also, regardless of how "dark" Assassin's Creed 2 was, it wasn't trying to to come off as dark. The tone was set by the material presented, rather than by a bunch of arbitrary elements lodged together to produce the darkest product possible.

I don't intend for this to be a carbon copy as AC2 at all. I just want it to have the same type of atmosphere.

Also, I've brought together so many different elements from various fandoms and the real world that it may as well be a new story. Bring in a few and it's a crossover. Bring in a dozen and make em fit in the world you have/made and you have a new story.

Various monsters/creatures from Supernatual, Locations, Creatures and weapons from Warcraft, Weapons from Assassins Creed, Werewolves and Dragons from The Elder Scrolls, Resonance technology, the list goes on.

But keep in mind that this will be mostly Zelda based.... Maybe.

Just decided to toss in Lestat. Just for the hell of it. He's a badass vampire.

Originally Posted by Red Shadows

I don't intend for this to be a carbon copy as AC2 at all. I just want it to have the same type of atmosphere.

Also, I've brought together so many different elements from various fandoms and the real world that it may as well be a new story. Bring in a few and it's a crossover. Bring in a dozen and make em fit in the world you have/made and you have a new story.

Various monsters/creatures from Supernatual, Locations, Creatures and weapons from Warcraft, Weapons from Assassins Creed, Werewolves and Dragons from The Elder Scrolls, Resonance technology, the list goes on.

But keep in mind that this will be mostly Zelda based.... Maybe.

That doesn't make it original! That just makes it a mess of a crossover. A bad mess of a crossover, but still a crossover You'd be better off cutting out all these unnecessary elementsbfrom other series and focusing on aspects of The Legend Zelda itself.

Hate to break it to you, but the cannon plot of almost any Zelda is bull♥♥♥♥. It needs augmentation for it to be interesting.

Also, I don't think you understand what a crossover is. An average crossover takes two or more worlds, each one having a full plot and enough characters, and squishs them together. It has generaly more than one primary antagonist and protagonist, therefore creating a cluster♥♥♥♥. A crossover would still continue if you took out the main antagonists from one of the plotlines. This story requires both Zelda and Gannon gone for the story to end. You can take out Arthas, Alduin, Saron or any number of secondary antagonists and the story would go on without taking a dent in the main antagonists forces or power. This is because they are secondary antagonists and are just a part of the world as it is. Most crossovers involve random dimentional portals as well, forcing characters into another world. This I feel is different because I made all of the characters and locations fit in the world without the normal spell that fuses worlds or portals or any number of typical crossover ideas. If I wanted a crossover I would have Alduin pop out of the Elder Scroll into Hyrule, have Sargus cast some world-meld spell on Azaroth and Hyrule (I have seen this used in a crossover between Warcraft and LoTR) and who knows what I would of done with Saron...

God damnit, you're making me sound like mistress who's-her-face again. If you don't like the direction this story is taking, don't read it. Simple as that.