Part 1: Smeezette
The rain poured around the outskirts of the magnificent Hyrule kingdom, smashing against any masses in its way. The devastated hero stood there, depressed upon what had happened only hours ago. The impostor showed up, claiming to be him. He was indubitably Link, as was the one exerted from the land he grew up in. He appeared out of nowhere. It was a night similar to this, only two days ago. Thunder boomed, lightning roared! The gusts were powerful. Only that night, the winds were black with foreshadowing. The man just entered the town silently; all eyes turned to this hooded figure. He wore a jet-black cloak; some of the spare cloth piled on the top of his feet. He walked swiftly, his footsteps almost echoing throughout the noble city. He burst into the castle, somehow manipulating the guards to allow him to enter. He slowly pulled down his hood to reveal a facade identical to Link’s. Link, at the time, was returning to Hyrule after a long quest to banish Dark Link. The demon had returned due to Ganon. Mounted on Epona, he returned to find he had a “twin”.
“I am not related to this man!” Link argued to Zelda, throwing his arms in every which direction. He could slightly here a mousy, “Oh, my…” from Zelda. Two guards, outfitted in a glimmering steel cuirass and plate legs with a blade sheathed around their wastes, approached the real Link. They wore helmets matching their armor.
“If you consider roaring in this honorable facility once more, we will not hesitate to kick you out,” the guard lectured him, turning away and stood side-by-side with Princess Zelda.
“Wait…if he’s the real me, he’d have the Master Sword!” Link exclaimed, drawing his blade. A loud slithering sound filled the room as Link slowly drew his blade. “Well, ‘Link’, let’s see yours!”
The imposter Link unsheathed his blade to show a replica of the Master Sword; but the blade was a dark red. A faint black aura surrounded it. It seemed to chill the room.
“This is what happened to my blade once I defeated Dark Link,” the imposter claimed. Zelda turned to Link.
“W-why didn’t anything happen to your sword?”
“Z-Zelda, I—“ Link tried to protest. He knew this was the end of the line.
“Guards, seize this imposter! Take him to out prison!” she boomed, swiping her head away as tears began to trickle out. The real Link had only one option left: to fight. Link twirled his sword as he plunged at a guard; he hastily drew his sword. The blades locked, sparks showing the two. He didn’t care about Ganon, he didn’t care about Zelda, he didn’t care for this guard, now, and it was just Link and this imposter. Link pulled back, breaking the swordfight, and crouched down to deliver a gut-wrenching fist. The guard dropped to his knees and onto the stone ground.
“We need reinforcements, we have an outbreak!” called the other guard. Link shot at him, also clouting at his abdomen. Just like the first guard, he dropped to the ground. Suddenly, a herd of guards appeared around the corner. He knew what he must do. The guards surrounded him, foolish enough not to study his tactics of battle. Link flung his blade behind him, still clinging it. The blade began to turn a dark blue color, then brown.
“I won’t go without a fight!” he snarled, unleashing his spin attack. He went around twice, a tail of brown energy following his blade. The knights hurled back, battering into whatever was in their way. That’s when they brought out the Red 8. They were an elite band of samurai that were used only is a crisis. There were only eight in this clan, but each held their own special ability. He knew if he’d beat the Red 8 or not, he’d still be imprisoned. Link thought this was the end, but in spite of battling Ganon, in spite of saving Hyrule, in spite of the Master Sword, he didn’t give up. Not now, not ever.
