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The Legend of Zelda and the Three Heroes
The realm of Hyrule was quiet that night as someone sped across the fields, using shadows for cover and evading every patch of moonlight. Their cloak was dark and their face was hidden by both mask and cloth.
This was a traitor of Hyrule - someone who turned their back against the very goddess who had blessed this land.
This was someone who vowed to see the downfall of Hyrule’s legendary and heroic legacy, even if doing so stole their last breath.
The traitor skid to a halt before quietly leaning into the side of a tree. After inhaling a steadying breath, they peaked around the tree’s girth. There, some yards away, was their target.
After the latest defeat of the Great Calamity Ganon so many generations ago, the soon to be Queen Zelda declared that all of Hyrule should learn as much as possible - of both the past and present. And so there were many stations, much like the one the traitor eyed, where a cavern was dug out so archeologists could study the contents of its walls.
The marks and remains of the past, the future Queen had reasoned, could be use to help the kingdom as it proceeded into the future.
But Hyrule’s future would always be cyclical.
A grand and ancient evil would awaken, a hero with the Goddess’s blessing would arise, and, with the help of a princess that acted as the Goddess’s vessel, the hero would eventually vanquish the great evil. Then all would praise the Goddess and continue on as always in their wondrous peace.
Praise be Hylia, indeed.
But this traitor, this vile being, was of the belief that the cycle must be broken. Swiftly and decisively.
And, to successfully break the near permanent continuations of the cycle, there was a power that they needed. A power that lay in hibernation here in the small patch of forest along the southern edge of Hyrule’s central plains.
The time to take and harness this power was at hand and all that stood in the traitor’s way were two Hylian soldiers. Flimsy wooden dummies that the traitor used for target practice were made of sterner stuff.
Having properly gauged their opponents possible strengths and glaring weaknesses, the traitor rushed toward the man-made cavern’s gapping entrance. With a flick of their wrist, the flames of the torches mounted above each guard’s head winked out. Clouds crossed over the face of the moon as the traitor stepped into the view of the rightfully startled guards.
“Who -!?” was all that one could declare before a sharp blow to the gut silenced him.
“Halt!” the other declared, raising his halberd to the intruder. They only turned to face him.
Ignoring the command, the traitor slapped a piece of cloth onto the first guard’s face as he slid down to his hands and knees. Suddenly the man was laying onto his side, all consciousness drawing from him.
The intruder then took a step toward the other guard.
“I said halt!” he bellowed again. His stance was starting to falter as he began to quake. “In the name of the Hylian Crown - HALT!”
The intruder took another step forward and then the moon began to shine again as the clouds passed.
The still standing guard inhaled sharply as the intruder’s mask came into view.
There, again a bone-white background and outlined in red, was an eye with a single tear that streaked itself upward toward the crown of the head.
“The Yi- ,” the guard said in hushed fear. But, before he could finish speaking, the intruder was suddenly only a breath away. A crushing grip covered the guard’s mouth as the intruder signaled for him to be quiet.
And then the guard dropped his weapon and sagged to the ground as fear forced him to faint.
The intruder just stared at the guard as his form settled into something akin crumpled garbage.
“Pathetic,” the intruder spat under their breath.
The traitor knelt down and slapped a piece of cloth against the fallen guard’s face.
Standing now, the traitor turned toward the cavern’s mouth as, above, the moon was hidden once again from view.
“Zaihai!” the traitor barked. Behind them, a figure appeared, cloaked in black and bowing reverently at the waist.
“Yes, Master Jia Ke,” Zaihai replied.
“Deal with these two,” Jia Ke ordered, not needing to gesture or give Zaihai any notion of recognition. “And continue the plan. If I am ever disturbed - you will wish for death.”
“Of course, Master Jia Ke,” Zaihai said, angling his posture slightly lower. “May your success be swift and decisive.”
“Erase this place from public conscious,” Jia Ke demanded as they moved into the cavern. Anything that Zaihai may have said was shoved outside of Jia Ke’s attention - all of their focus needed to be on the task at hand and the goal that was now within reach.
Light did not touch the inner portions of this cavern at night, when the only living things nearby were the guards stationed at the entrance. To solve this, Jia Ke raised their right hand and created a small, glowing orb to enlighten the surrounding area from where it hovered just above their fingertips.
The path was not long and curved to the right slightly before opening up into an almost spherical chamber. Jia Ke tossed the orb up and it settled in the center of the ceiling where it cast its glow over the room’s entirety.
The walls were all gray with specks of beige colored material. But the thing that interested Jia Ke was the large crack in the wall opposite of them. The crack was wide enough that two of Jia Ke could squeeze through and was only slightly taller. From inside the crack, Malice oozed out and bubbled into a small puddle.
“Now then,” Jia Ke mused, shrugging off their hooded cloak. They cracked their neck a couple of times and stretched out their arms as the stepped towards the Malice.
Nothing like this was ever seen in Hyrule. After the Great Calamity fell, the future Queen and her chosen knight quickly moved to erase as much of the Calamity’s stain as possible.
To find such a reservoir, no matter its size, was a blessing for Jia Ke and all of their scattered followers. With this, a bit of historical knowledge, and some magical skill, this small puddle of Malice would be instrumental in destroying the endless cycle of heroism and peace that plagued this kingdom.
Jia Ke breathed in, focusing inward and on the energies that swirled around them. As they exhaled, their hands began to dimly glow with black and purple energy. The puddle of Malice bubbled minutely in response.
“Hear me, Great Calamity,” Jia Ke commanded. The energies that circled around their hands began to pulse down into the Malice. “I am Jia Ke, of the Yiga Clan. I know of the continuous cycle that plagues you as well as this land.”
A few bubbles grew larger than the rest before bursting loudly. Jia Ke refused to flinch even when a few drop splattered against their form.
“I want this world to burn under your might,” Jia Ke continued authoritatively. “Use me and my power as your tool to do so.”
Suddenly the Malice froze, sitting in still silence. Jia Ke continued to send their energies down into the puddle but, after a few tense moments passed, they began to question if they were heard at all.
Another minute passed and nothing in the chamber stirred.
Jia Ke dropped their hands to their sides, cutting off the flow of magic. With a heavy sigh, they turned away and moved to pick up their cloak.
“Another deaden- ,” Jia Ke began to grumble under their breath.
“Do you not have more to say to me?” a deep and raspy voice gurgled from the puddle, cutting off Jia Ke’s train of thought.
Forgetting their cloak, Jia Ke whirled around to face the puddle again. The puddle, itself, now began to bubble again in earnest. Within the Malice that lay within the wall’s crack, the silhouette of a man appeared; tall and broad with a mane of hair that moved like fire.
Jia Ke immediately dropped to their knees. “My lord,” they whispered reverently.
“Why have you awoken me, child?” the voice asked.
“Because this is the perfect time to take Hyrule!” Jia Ke declared, one hand fisted over their heart and the other thrown out toward the silhouette. “The cycle of heroes and goddesses and peace has continued for so long that Hyrule can see and know of your next awakening.”
“And you believe that if I awaken now, my rule can be assured,” the voice growled.
“Of course, my lord,” Jia Ke said easily, lowering their arms and self so that their mask was only a breath away from the ground. “Hyrule’s weakness lies in what they cannot see.”
“An interesting theory,” the voice mumbled. “One that I would be willing to entertain, if not for the fact that I am without a vessel and still recovering from my previous encounter with Hylia’s champion.”
“If it pleases you,” Jia Ke said from where they still faced the ground. “Then I offer up my being to use as you see fit.”
The voice roared with laughter.
“You!?” it sneered. “You, a mere mortal left unmarked by any form of divinity, would take on my power?”
“Yes,” Jia Ke stated in revered absolution.
The voice was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Very well,” it said decisively. “You will be my pawn.”
“Thank you, my lord!” Jia Ke exclaimed lifting themselves up off the ground.
“However, your body will need to acclimate itself to my power,” the voice said. “That will take much of your time - you may not live long enough to see your plan come close to fruition.”
“I will take that ri- ,” Jia Ke started to say before a giant hand made of Malice cut them off by reaching out of the wall’s crack, wrapping around Jia Ke’s figure, and drag them forward into the oozing darkness.
With its summoner gone, the orb of light snuffed itself out as a deep, gurgling laughter reverberated throughout the cavern.
“Very well, child,” the voice cooed darkly. “We shall follow your plan. Let us see if you have the ability to carry it out.”
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