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Hyrule-Bound Ch. 14 - The Beginning (Part 1)

After the Golden Goddesses created the land, they left the world, leaving behind the holy relic usually known as the Triforce, Delilah held this relic to her bosom, blessing the land. At this moment, the Triforce was known as the Tetraforce. The True Force of Creation.

After blessing the land, however, she pulled the Force of Balance from the middle, leaving the empty space in the center of the relic. With the Force of Balance in her palm, she split it, into the Forces of Order and Chaos.

She then gave life to two new beings.

“Hylia...the White Goddess of Order. And Fayra...the Black Goddess of Chaos.” The silver-eyed woman stared lovingly down at the newborn goddesses. “You two….will nurture the beings of the earth, and show them how to Balance their natures between Order and Chaos.”

Hylia was adventurous, and wildly curious about the new creatures and beings she and Fayra would take care of in the new world. Fayra was shy, never wishing to partake in Hylia’s miniature journeys through the lands. Hylia was outgoing and friendly, while Fayra was quiet and stayed in the shadows.

The Silver Goddess made two Spirits. Gheralora and Ghirahim. They would be the guiding lights of the young goddesses and help teach them. Gheralora looked after the young goddess of Order, while Ghirahim looked after the goddess of Chaos.

Hylia got along well with both of the Spirits. She was a quick learner and listened well, and became very close with Gheralora. Fayra was not as cooperative. She was tolerant of Gheralora, but she was constantly trying to terrorize Ghirahim. The Spirit once had long white hair that matched Gheralora’s, until one night Fayra snuck into his chambers and chopped it off, slicing part of his left ear off. After that incident, Delilah herself took to looking after Fayra. The child was very unruly. She began to grow into a danger to the inhabitants of the new world.

One day, while out amongst a group of Gorons, a young one had crossed Fayra’s path, tripping on their feet and falling to the ground. Fayra approached the young Goron, staring down at them. She crouched by them, pressing her hand to their head. She helped them sit up, her hand resting under their chin.

She then ripped their throat out.

Delilah went into a blind rage, dragging the child back to the Hall of the Gods. Fayra kicked and screamed, still covered in the blood of the young Goron. The other Gods and Deities that resided there fled the Hall, afraid to see what the angered Goddess would do to the child. She pulled her along, all the way to the child’s room, throwing her in.

The goddess stared at the girl, anger and pain blazing in her silver eyes. Fayra stared back, matching hues locked together. Delilah quickly approaches her again, sweeping her up into her arms, and falling to her knees on the floor. “Why would you do such a thing? These creatures love you, and you killed one of them. A child. A child, like you! Why do you break my heart like this, Fayra?” Delilah sobbed with the girl held tight in her arms, the blood splattered on Fayra’s dress now staining her own. Fayra stared at the mirror resting against the wall of her room, the visage of her and Delilah reflecting back. Black tendrils creeped at the edges of the mirror, rippling and twisting.

“Because I love them, too, Mother. And I love you. Nobody can live without pain. So I had to show them that.”

~~~

Years after the incident, a new arrival appeared in the Hall of the Gods. He called himself Ferox, a Fierce Deity. The war god’s appearance brought an uproar in the Hall, many seeing it as an omen of tragedy to come. Ferox bore the insults and poisonous words with grace and kept quiet, allowing them to express their anger. Finally, Delilah silenced them, calling a woman to her side. Enora, a Protective Deity, and the handmaid of Delilah, stood at the goddess’s side, staring down the man with a hard glare. They stood in silence for multiple moments, the other gods in the hall quickly becoming more and more nervous.

“If you gods can deal with Abhora being in this hall, then you can deal with having a Fierce One in here. A War God is no worse than a Death God.” Enora’s voice boomed over the hall, echoing in the walls. A giggling chitter resounding from the south end of the room, as fast-paced footsteps pattered up to where Ferox was standing. A man with bright blue and red hair, wearing a deep purple chiton, latching onto Ferox’s arm.

“Helloooo~ Don’t worry about these old farts. Us newer gods gotta stick together, ya know? I popped up a few years ago, they didn’t like me either.” He scrunches his nose, smiling. Ferox simply stared at Abhora, a slightly confused expression on his face. Delilah chuckled lightly from her throne at the head of the hall. Ferox’s attention was brought back to her. Her face held a sad expression, but her gaze was soft.

“Your arrival is a dark omen, Fierce One. But we will not cast you out, lest we bring about an even more terrible fate upon ourselves. Do you know of what is to come for us?”

“A terrible evil is on its way to the mortal world. It plans to consume everything it touches, and destroy every living creature. A bloody war is coming your way, Goddess.”

“Does this evil have a name?”

“Demise. The Demon King.”

~~~

“HE IS A MAJORA! A TRAITOR!” The gods of the hall shrieked out. Curled on the floor, Abhora shook with rage and sadness, his face covered in the blood of unknown mortals. His eyes were wide as he stared at his reflection on the tiles below him, fixed on the multi-colored horns that had ripped through his body from the terrible emotions flooding his body.

Abhora’s tears hit the tile, his body now shaking with sobs. “I am not a Majora! I did not hurt them. You don’t understand! She’s helping him! She took Ghirahim! FAYRA IS HELPING DEMISE!”

“LIAR!”

“Stop.” Delilah’s voice echoed, her voice cracking slightly. “Repeat what you just said, Abhora.”

“Fayra is helping Demise. She took Ghirahim. She’s corrupted him and made him into a Demon Sword.”

“What, like the one you wield?!” The rogue god continues to yell, before being cut off by Enora’s harsh glare.

“Worse. She’s going to give him to Demise. She plans to kill you, Mistress, and Hylia.”

~~~

“What is the one of those putrid Goddesses doing here?!”

“I’m come with gifts. The Sword Spirit, Ghirahim. I have corrupted him. And brought him to you.”

“Why would a little Goddess do such a thing for me?”

“Because you may be the only way I can finally leave that wretched Hall of Gods for good. My name is Fayra. I am the Black Goddess of Chaos. And I pledge my allegiance to you, Demon King Demise.”

~~~

“Your name is Firani. You are going to assist the Goddess Hylia in her quest. Help her. Keep her safe. I cannot bear to lose another of my children.”

“As you wish, Mistress.”

~~~

“Your power will be sealed in this mask, until one who is worthy retrieves it. Only the one who strives to protect the happiness and love of others shall be able to use your power. Only the one who is loved by all and loves all shall be able to release you once more.”

~~~

“Why did you do all of this, Fayra?”

“Because I love you. And I can’t let you sit there blindly believing you will never feel any pain.”

“How would you know whether I have felt pain or not, Fayra?”

~~~

The young Minish’s frustrated grunts were the only noise to be heard in between the blades of grass, other than the rustling from the large medallion behind her being dragged along.

“WHY IS THIS THING SO HEAVVYYY!!?!?” She shrieked, flopping onto the ground, and leaning against the side of the locket. “I have to get this to Link as soon as I can, but does it have to be so much bigger than me? Aahhhhh….” She presses her cheek to the cool metal, huffing.

The blades of grass swayed softly in the gentle breeze that blew threw the field. The girl sighed, drawing her legs up to her chest. She played with the hem of her dress’s sleeves, staring up at the sky through the grass.

“Need some help?” An amused voice sounded right at her ear, causing her to jump up, holding her small hands in fists. The person laughed, holding their hands up. “Woah there, Lily! Sorry, didn’t mean to scared you. Well…..nah I totally meant to scare you.”

A dark grey arm is pressed onto the edge on the medallion. A stark-white smile glitters at Lily, bright against a dark face. The person’s eyes were a dark red, barely visible rings in the middle of them belying where their pupils were. Almost-black curls surrounding their head in a cloud-like afro, a lavender-tipped feather hanging from a single braid that sat by their left temple.

“I really do not like you, sometimes, Rose.” Lily drops her hands, placing them on her hips. “I see you’re putting that feather to good use.”

“You know it, shortstack. Though I still don’t know why you call me ‘Rose’. You never really explained what the reason behind that was.”

“How about you help me get this medallion to Link’s house and I tell you?” She crosses her arms, tilting her head.

Rose scoffs, guffawing at her. “Wow! Just gonna use me for manual labor, huh? Want me to just tug it through the Dark World?”

“No! That would just be lazy! You are going to help me drag it!”

“Or I could go back to being big and just….carry it?”

“No! It is lazy! I have to drag it there.” Lily turns towards the medallion, tugging the chain and wrapping it around her body.

“Why? That makes it so much more difficult than it needs to be.” He sighs, grabbing onto the chain.

“THAT TOOK SO LONG! AAHHHH” Lily flops on top of the medallion, making various distressed noises. Rose stares at her with a confused expression.

“Well, it would’ve taken a lot longer if I hadn’t helped. Can I please just carry it into the house myself?”

“No! I will drag it in there myself!”

“Can I at least open the door for you so you ain’t gotta wiggle under it?”

“Hmmmmmmm…..Fine.” She sits up on the medallion’s edge, watching as Rose grabs onto the feather tied to his braid, stepping back. He is engulfed in a red light, and soon a dark grey hand is descending down, offering a seat on one finger to Lily. She latches on, Rose grabbing the medallion with his other hand, slipping it over his wrist as he unlocks the door.

“Set me down on the floor!” Lily shouts up to him, earning an exasperated sigh from Rose. He sets her and the medallion back down, crouching by her. He musses her hair with one of his fingers, ignoring the tiny hands swatting at it.

“Well, I’m gonna dip. Don’t really want him to know I was here.” He leans his cheek on his fist, looking around at the house.

“Wait, why?” Lily tilts her head again, her bobbed hair slipping over her face as she does so.

“You know why, Lily. I may be Rose to you, but I’m still Shadow to him.” He stands up, stepping back out of the house through the open door.

“If you are still just Shadow to him, then why did he give you a key to the house?” She shouts up at him, an impish smile crossing her face.

Rose glares down at her, flipping his middle finger at her. “Fuck you, shortstack.”

“I am a bit small for that, but you are welcome to try.” She presses her thumb to her nose, wiggling her fingers and sticking her tongue out at him. Rose laughs, shaking his head.

“What did I expect? Nothing less.” He mutters under his breath, and shutting the door behind him as he leaves. Lily makes a satisfied noise, and dusts off her dress before grabbing onto the medallion’s chain again, dragging it across the floor towards a desk near the middle of the left wall.

She ties the chain around her waist, grabbing onto the small grooves in the desk’s leg, lifting herself and the medallion up.

“Oh this is going to suck.” She grunts as the medallion swings in the air beneath her.

“Wow this was not fun.” Lily sighs tiredly as she lays on top of the medallion, running her hands over the heart-shaped engraving. “Why do I have to be so damn tiny….” She sighs again, sliding off onto the desk. She steps to the edge of the table, and jumps off, the petals making up her skirt fanning out, allowing her to easily glide back to the floor.

“Well...I got it here...I guess my job is done.” She takes a step towards the door, but is stopped dead in her tracks by a voice echoing in her head almost painfully.

You did well in your quest, little one. And as such, you will be rewarded. What do you wish for most in the world?

To be able to be by their sides.

Love is a powerful thing...As you wish.

Lily’s body was engulfed in a silver light, heat washing over her. She felt as if she were floating, being raised into the air. Her snout-like nose felt like it were being pressed closer and closer to her face, her long ears growing flatter against her head. Her hands and feet stretched, as did her clothing.

The light finally faded, and Lily let out a shaky breath, staring at the floor in front of her. She looked down at her hands, which now boasted five thin fingers instead of the three claws. Her feet were flatter, smaller, and also had five appendages, instead of two. She pressed her hands against her face, feeling a small round nose and a smooth face. She ran her hands over her face and down her neck and shoulders.

Oh. That’s why the clothes were stretching.

Her hands landed on her bare chest, moving to her stomach. “Oh. So I am naked….. Alright.”

The sound of a lock clicking reached her ears, causing her to whip her head towards the door, staring wide-eyed as a familiar head of blonde hair appeared. The new arrival didn’t seem to notice Lily until he had closed the door and turned to begin taking off his shoes.

“AH FUCK!” He cursed, clapping his hands over his eyes. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!”

“It’s me, Lily! The Minish girl? Hi, Link!” Lily waves, clearly not as bothered by her bareness as Link was.

“Lily? Why the hell are you in my house, naked, and….Hylian? You don’t even look like a Minish anymore.”

“No idea!”

“Oh my goddesses… There’s a blanket on my bed, can you please grab it and cover yourself up?! Oh for the love of all that is holy and just…” He presses both of his hands over his face.

“So….you, dragged this medallion here, all the way from your village. Just to bring it to me. And as you were leaving, some...voice came to you and then. Poof! You’re a Hylian, now?” Link stared at the woman now sitting on his bed in nothing but a blanket, running his hand through his hair and he stared at the medallion resting in his other.

“Yes, I guess so.”

“What the fuck, Lily?”

“Why must you cuss so much?”

“Sorry. Back to topic.” He fiddles with the medallion. “Does this thing open?”

“I think it did once. I would not recommend trying to open it though.”

“Why not?”

“I have no idea!” She chirps happily, smiling at him. This earns a sigh from Link, as he sets the medallion down on the desk.

“So Shadow helped you lug this thing here? Where is he?”

“He left. He said he did not want to be around when you got back.”

“Of course he didn’t.” Link sits on the chair at his desk, sliding down in it. He rubs his hands over his face, pulling down as he looks at Lily again. “Well, we’re going to have to get you some clothes.”

“Yeah probably. Though….” She gives him a wolfish grin. “We would have a lot more fun if I do not have em.”

“Wow, so you get on me for cussing, but then you make a comment like that? Double standards, much?” He crosses his arms, glaring at her with a playful smirk. She shrugs, and Link rolls his eyes. “We’re getting you clothes, so that I can take em off of ya later.” He stands up, quickly moving to place his hands on either side of her legs, and leaning close to her face. “It’s just boring if there isn’t anything to take off first.”

Lily’s face blooms red, her hand shooting out of the blanket to push his head away from her. “YOU ARE SUCH A PERVERT!!!” She shouts at him.

“SAYS THE GIRL SITTING ON MY BED NAKED!” He shouts back from behind her hand, laughing. “WE’RE GETTING YOU CLOTHES YOU WEIRDO!”

“UUGGGHHHHHH!”

“You know, there’s a reason I let you have that key. So that you could come and go. I gave it to you so that you know you are welcome any time, Shadow.”

“I get that, Link, it’s just-”

“Just what?! Just that you’re scared? Scared to make any sort of bond with us? Scared to get close to me, to Lily?”

“....”

“We want you here for a reason, Shadow.”

Lily’s hand pressed against the side of the doorframe as she hid. She stared at the duo from her spot, sadness overwhelming her at the sight of the pained expression on Shadow’s face. His hair had gotten lighter since the last time she’d seen him, now a deep purple instead of the black it once was, and in neat round braids that formed a bobbed style similar to her own. His skin had lightened as well, though only a little. Link sighed, causing Lily’s eyes to shift to him.

“Lily, you know it’s not polite to eavesdrop.” His voice held an amused tone. She flinched when his eyes met hers, and she slowly stepped out from her spot behind the doorway.

“I am sorry. I was just worried…” She folds her hands in front of her, her eyes landing back on Shadow. “You both seemed upset.”

“Sorry, Lily. Just… Having issues.” Shadow rubs his hands over his face, sighing into them.

“You are like a married couple. Always bickering about idiotic things that could so easily be resolved.” Lily snorts, tilting her head. “You are very stubborn, Rose.” She patters her way up to him, slipping her arms around his waist as she hugs him. “Stay here with us.”

Shadow’s arms hover by Lily’s sides. “I…” He stutters when he tries to speak, tears streaming down his face. Link moves to his side, pressing his forehead against Shadow’s temple, one hand pressing against Shadow’s cheek. Shadow finally wraps his arms around both Link and Lily, his body shaking.

“Okay…I’ll stay.”

~~~

There is something about young love that always makes me so happy...but infuriates me as well. I don’t like this pairing. It bothers me. Why would a Dark love a Light? That is just….

Disgusting.

Guess I’ll have to deal with this myself.

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OH MY GOD THAT TOOK SO LONG BUT I MANAGED TO CRANK THE REST OF IT OUT TODAY

Right now we’re going to be showing some things off regarding some of the first eras. The Era of Creation and the Force Era. The Sky Era honestly is not going to have much shown of it, since the Sky Era really doesn’t hold a lot of important events that differ from Skyward Sword. Really the only importance it holds for HB is events that take place in the Dark World around that time. But we won’t be seeing that for a little while.

But oh my goodness this took so long.

Anyways.

Stay crazy, my Lovely Proxies~!!!

Creator Twitchy out~