Legend of Zelda | Timelines
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Sheik slinks between buildings - within the shades of stone walls that tower above. Ever so stealthy, they open the door to an abandoned house and creep inside.
Their body held tightly in stance, always alert to move at any given moment, slumps forward and retreats to the far end of the room to collapse on a bed. A heavy exhale pushes out of the warrior’s lungs.
A thick lulling takes over, allowing the exhaustion to take hold. Thoughts of Link and his awaiting quest weigh their mind.
‘He is so strong. To be so resilient through all of this. May the Goddess’ watch over him now.’
Shiek’s eyes go heavy. Their body falls into a complete state of rest, disarming their otherwise unhindering demeanor. They begin to fade into the sleep.
Thoughts of Link, thoughts of Impa - dance into phosphene clouds of color on the black canvas of dwindling consciousness.
We will succeed. The thought urges a courage in their heart. We will succeed.
Another heavy sigh escapes their mouth. ‘We’re not alone.’ The affirmation reminds their weary worry. They imagine all of the sages awakened in the Sacred Realm - awaiting their duty to strike down the Demon King.
The lull pulls deeper as their mind begins to soothe. The heart slows down.
“It’s about time we met, Sheikah.”
Sheik’s body startles to a scramble as a masculine form cages them in with a sword to the neck and a knee pinned against the spine. The stablizing grip of their right arm arches Sheik’s throat a hair’s distance from the blade.
There is a controlled stillness to the intruder. No further words come from the figure, so Sheik takes in what little detail they can from the arm stationed over their shoulder.
It is as dark as the shadows of the deepest corners of the room.
A phantom, Sheik assesses. Perhaps something that slinked out of the Shadow Temple when Bongo Bongo barged open their seal.
With no other choice but to remain calm and calculated, Sheik finds their center.
“Who are you,” Sheik asks plainly.
They snicker at the question with what sounds like a tinge of contempt.
“I am the Shadow of your arrogance, Princess.”
In a swift movement, the figure withdraws its grip and kicks Sheik from off the bed - knocking the breath out of them as they hit the floor with a thud.
Quick to recoil, Sheik twists their body up from the ground and into a defensive stance against the shadow.
Red eyes stare at red eyes. Sheik falters in bewilderment.
“No more than you are.” He grunts before charging forward, knocking his forearm against Sheik’s block and back into the wall.
Sheik juts their knee up into the torso of the shadow being, knocking it back into the middle of the room. In a swift-flowing movement, Shiek draws their daggers and lunges at him.
Blades clash and resist against each other’s strength.
“Ya know, I thought we would have met far earlier than this.” He growls. “You just keep on making me wait.”
Confusion begins to fall over the Sheikah with not only the shadow’s words but also the tone of his familiar voice.
His masculine strength overcomes Sheik's and wins, knocking them back onto the floor - knee pinned suffocatingly against their chest.
Again, placed at the mercy of the blade.
Another round of stillness. If the aim was to kill, they would be dead already.
Sheik’s eyes adjust to the dimness of the unlit room.
Sheik’s eyes shift to peer directly upon the figure looming above, sharpening their focus on its features. Sheik’s heartbeat quickens, thrusting blood to drown their head with pulsing panic.
“...Link.” Sheik proclaims, viens flooding with concerned dread. “What happened to you?”
“I am not that fool.” speaks the phantom.
“But you know what… I am…” The figure slams the sword down the side of Sheik's head and through the slack of their cloak, tearing it into the wood of the floor. “- Significantly…angry. With you.”
He swings the sword to the side, leaving the shambles of the garment to fall away from Sheik’s face.
“Zelda….” The words hiss out slowly - like angry steam from a boiling pot with low water.
With her face exposed, she lies beneath the figure with shocked eyes that try to understand the situation.
“What happened to you.” She tries again.
“What happened.” The dark Link echoes eerily. “What happened is that I have had many years to finally catch up and truly understand how much you really fucked things.”
The being smirks upon a knowing thought. “...You deserved ending up in Ganondorf’s hands in the end…”
The shadow leans over to wrap his fingers around her neck, only gently applying pressure. “I wonder what he’s doing with you now.”
His face changes into a grimace as the thought processes - a combination of angers washing over it.
“What are you talking about?” The Sheikah implores, frozen to the ground at the end of his hands.
The shadowed form of the destined boy leans even further down so that his face is intimately close to the Sheikah.
“The timeline,” He whispers into her ear. “-where your hero dies.”
