Thread: Dark Awakening (Shadows x Kaybee)

Of the seemingly countless worlds, timelines and eras of existence, there is a near constant which governs and connects these land. That near constant being the mythical triforce and its three destined guardians for each of the respective key components that make up its legendary force. In most worlds, three souls are destined to be reborn with a predetermined connection to those three key components, with the vast majority of them reaching a happy conclusion, where in the guardians of the triforce of wisdom and courage managed to overtake the wicked machinations of the man who was linked with triforce of power. However, there were exceptions to this general chain of events. Realms, eras and timelines where the hero failed or was simply never born. And while Princess Zelda and her companions of this world had hoped to bring forth a hero of a now saved realm to aid in the protection of their own which lacked such a champion, they would instead pull forth something else. Something of a land where their Link had fallen in battle long ago. Where the dark one ruled over Hyrule. Where the only connection left to the long removed hero of time was a dark, twisted clone which had aided its master in the downfall of the kingdom itself. As silent darkness filled the chamber where Zelda and her companions had attempted the summoning, a lone, silent and understandably confused figure knelt within the center of the now snuffed out circle of light. His breathing was somewhat labored from being ripped away of his world. Those sharp eyes were long used to this type of pitch blackness and were as such able to adjust to the cloaking darkness quicker than most as they quickly started to take in their new surroundings. If nothing else, this granted him a few sparse moments to access the situation and weigh his options, before they could make him out clearly with their own eyes. Of those he saw, it was Zelda which immediately captured his attention. The very Princess which his master had taken as a bride in his world, only still showing the light and energy she once had prior to said arrangement. Then there were two other women which he didnt recognize from his own world. One was of the Sheikah tribe, from what he could tell, while the other one. The other one had a strange familiarity to her that nearly brought forth his blood lust and, were it not for the weapons at the ready to be trained upon his direction, he may have lashed out at that very instant. But for now, he instead stayed his hand from reaching for the sword at his own hilt. For now. As the darkness slowly subsided, the lone figure would begin to come into view for the three women. A figure which, while often referred to in various incarnations by the simple name of Dark Link, looked far closer to the original than most. Instead of a shadowed or grayed body, his flesh was of a normal complexion, like any other Hyrulian. His famed clothing, while perhaps a touch disheveled and tattered from prior battles, had upon it that familiar green coloring that was commonly associated with the hero, while at his side there remained a hilted sword which, while not the Master Sword, was a fine blade which matched his usual choice of weaponry for close hand combat. Perhaps the one areas where he may look different from most was in the subtler differences. His hair, while normally blonde or light brown, was a darker shade of brown in this instance, while his eyes seemed to lack a certain degree of gentleness that one might expect of the hero, though granted the latter may be excused by some as a result of the circumstances in which was forcibly pulled into. But for most extents and purposes, this man, this cloned puppet created by his worlds Ganon to assist in defeating that lands hero, looked just like the very Link which the Princess and her companions had been desperate for in their world. Slowly standing to his feet, the practically perfectly matched clone raised his hands in a sign of not intending to fight what he knew would be a losing battle, as he instead parted his lips to speak, Princess Zelda? The words came out slowly, cautiously, almost seeming to be distrustful of what he was seeing and inadvertently confirming to those around him that he indeed knew a Zelda of his own in his world as he continued, You look different. Whats going on around here? And who are these people? Glancing around a little more, the clone began to recognize the chambers as being the same room as one in the castle of his realm, only far different from the way his master had made it appear since overtaking the lands. And where am I? The green tunic wearing male inquired, seemingly piecing together that he somehow wasnt in his own world any longer. It was a prospect which concerned the clone, though he managed to mask it under the genuine confusion which was felt over what exactly was happening.