Kakashi: *breaks into his feral friend’s apartment* THEY MADE ME A SENSEI?!
OC: *running on 3 hours of sleep over the last 4 days because there was an attempted infiltration of the restaurant and T&I got invovled* Didn’t you teach before? Your ANBU students?
First things first, I want to say thank you to @luna3002 for reminding me that I had in fact, a wip that was promised to be published. I then searched through my wips and to my astonishment, and annoyance, saw that I was nearly done with the fic and had decided to abandon it. For some stupid reason.
But yeah, here’s the way over due chapter two for Hylia’s First, no there will not be a part three unfortunately. Credit goes to @linkeduniverse for the awesome au.
Peace out.
Warnings: violence, blood, fighting, the usual
“That’s enough Ghirahim.” All heads turned towards Sky, who stood in the now open doorway to the altar. He wore an unreadable face, which unsettled the heroes who were so used to his outgoing personality. The demon saw him and smiled with anticipation.
“Skychild, we meet once more.” never once breaking his gaze with the demon lord, Sky walked over to where Wild laid unconscious in Hyrule’s arms and picked up the Master Sword. The others watched silently as he retrieved his shield from where he left it and approached the mysterious stranger.
With the eerie smile still visible, Ghirahim opened his mouth to speak but was suddenly interrupted by the glowering knight. “I know not of how you’re here, or how you’ve managed to escape your prison. But I will not let you hide among the dwellers of light any longer!” To the other heroes, it seemed that the sacred sword glowed faintly in the dim atmosphere when their friend spoke.
The demon sighed in disappointment, “And here I thought you would at least listen to what I have to say. But I suppose that we’re both short on time here aren’t we?” with his free hand he snapped his fingers, and another sword appeared within his grasp.
“No matter now. Today I will avenge my fallen master, and what better way is to do so than killing his executioner!”
The heroes moved out of the way, dragging their unconscious comrades along with them. The two swordsmen walked in a circle, each one waiting for the other to make a move. Suddenly the demon tucked his sword in by his side, and dashed faster than could be possible at the Skyloftian. His lash was meet by a sturdy shield and a counter attack directed towards his head. They pushed each other away, and started to viciously engage in battle, neither opponent showing mercy.
The two fought, the sounds of metal clashing echoed throughout the cistern. To the others it was as if the brawling swordsmen were dancing, with no signs of one having the upper hand on the other.
Suddenly the demon unleashed a wave of daggers, one of them slicing open the hero's cheek. A fire could be seen burning in Sky's eyes as his face morphed into a vivid expression.
He raised his sword upwards, where it became engulfed with a bright aura. Sky then brought down his blade, and from it, a piercing light threw the demon against a pillar where he landed which a sickening crack. The demon pushed himself up on his elbows as he stared down the approaching knight. Tension was high in the room as the Master Sword, glowing bright and powerfully, was held up to the demon’s neck.
“Dammit...”
“Surrender now and perhaps live another pitiful day, or be cut down by the sword of Hylia.” at Sky's command, the demon looked at the sword pointed at him with disgust.
“Does she still speak?” the Skyloftian was taken back by his question, but only placed a boot on the demon’s chest, and pressed the blade closer as he spoke.
“What is it to you?”
His foe chuckled, or at least attempted to with a foot on his battered ribs. “Death will do me more mercy than chains and humility, do you have it in you to deliver a final blow Skychild?” Sky narrowed his glare down at his beaten opponent, and then to the other’s surprise, held his sword high above his head.
“SKY WAIT!” the knight paused his execution and looked at the speaker, who just happened to be Hyrule struggling to stay on his feet. “I know it’s easy to be caught in the flow of taking out hoards of monsters and foes,” the younger hero staggered for a second and coughed out some traces of blood into his sleeve, “but this is different.”
The demon underneath Sky’s boot let out a pained laugh, “A bit new to the job are we now? If you’re not used to serving true justice then how did you even manage to take down your enemies?” the demon was silenced by the increasing weight upon his chest, and gritted his teeth as the hero pushed down on his broken ribs.
The younger hero took another step closer, "Sky..."
“You don’t know what harm this fiend has done.” the venom in his voice was evident, a stark contrast to his usual personality.
Despite sensing the growing storm of anger, Hyrule tried to ease his friend again, “Maybe not, but this isn’t you Sky-”
“This demon doesn’t deserve to live in this world of light!” Hyrule was quickly silenced and gave a pleading look to the other heroes as Sky once again had his sword at ready.
"Sky," all heads turned towards the hero of time, who was being propped up by Twilight. "If you kill him out of cold blood, then you degrade yourself to your foe's degree." silence filled the cistern while the hero of the sky thought over his choices. And then to their relief, he slowly brought his sword down to his side, and stepped off of the demon. Head down and expression unreadable.
A gasp and a shout echoed through the room, “SKY BEHIND YOU!” but just as Ghirahim reached the hero with a dagger in hand, a blade pierced his chest, and the gem centered on his chest. Sky’s face was unreadable, but his arms shook while he had his sword positioned behind him without even turning around, just in time to end the battle for good.
He stood up from his battle stance, and pulled the blade out from his foe’s now limp body. He and the others watched as the demon torso became littered with black cracks spreading from the broken gem, the light of insanity and battle disappearing from the demon’s eyes and replaced with a dull and lifeless glaze.
“So are you going to tell us who that was or are we going to have to figure out by ourselves?” heads turned from the hero of oracles who had just spoken, and then to the brooding knight standing over the demon’s corpse.
The first hero sighed and sheathed his sword and shield, “If you didn’t know before now, his name is Lord Ghirahim. Second-in-command to the king of shadow Demise, who you now recognize as Gannon.” Mutters and whispers were spoken among the heroes, until they were hushed by the oldest soldier.
Shrugging off his successor, the hero of time stood up and glared Sky down. “It appears that there’s something else you’re hiding from us.” to this, Sky looked around at each of his descendants, contemplating on how he were to explain, well. Everything.
“...Ghirahim... is the first creation of the goddess Hylia.”
I'm writing my first long fic and it looks like it's going to be around 50k and do you ever get lost in your writing?? I feel like I am disconnecting from the style and have to keep scrolling back to remember where I was at the start to not lose my way and I feel like the mental equivalent of the gif with the overflowing cupboard of tupperware and the distressed lady getting pelted by it
oh my god yes. i feel like any fic i write beyond 10k is just a freaking MAZE. i constantly have to re-read previous chapters to make sure there’s nothing i missed, or themes i didn’t continue, or details i didn’t have continuity on. but the tone - UGH. the tone is the most difficult to hang onto. so yeah, i definitely feel you anon.
i love that gif to describe it - also the lady who’s fallen down and can’t get up. that’s also how i feel when writing :p
