Legend Of Zelda Forgotten Legends Chapter 3

Chapter three

Link let himself bleed, he had not moved from his spot under the tree in three days; monsters and hunters had attacked him, but if he was to act as one dead, he may as well be dead. Daku lunged out in front of him, Link may be able to change form, but Daku remained in his ghostly skin, in his very angry ghostly skin.

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself and get up!” Daku roared folding his arms at the Blue-Eyed Beast that lay in a dirty, bloody heap by a tree “You have barely eaten and you’ve lost lots of blood!”

No reply. Link just slumped on his side even further; turning his head to avoid looking at Daku.

He had no energy to fight back against anything. He could smell the guards and soldiers patrolling the woods for him, frightened of him but strangely hiding it well. He was wanted for more crimes than humanly possible; both for leaving Zelda’s side as ‘body guard’ which Zelda or indeed anyone had failed to tell him in the few days of being in the castle as a result, he had failed to heed to her orders resulting in punishment. Running had only made it worse, for both himself and his family. Now he was wanted for his own death. This confused him. Why would they hunt for someone who they want dead when by rule of the animal kingdom was dead? Did they just want someone to blame?

Link snapped at the grass blowing into his face with anger then lay back down.

“He’s here somewhere!” a shout roared, one of the familiar drunken knights from the castle

“Link, get up! Run!” Daku whined flying back into Link’s body, Link didn’t move as a sudden weight was thrown on him. Link’s natural instinct was to struggle as his frail limbs were tied, sharp swords and spears cut his skin and one blunt blow to the head forced his will power to cease.

He was Hylian once more.

Shivers and shouts of panic and confusion echoed in the forest as the bleeding and broken Hylian lay in a heap on the floor. He was dragged by his tied hands all the way back to Hyrule Castle Town, fading in and out of sleep from hunger and blood loss.



“He’s here, Your Highness.” a guard grunted unlocking a cell door, Link leaned against a stone wall, ghosts howling at him but he was too weak to care

“Why run away?” Zelda asked in the darkness of the cell, only being able to see Link’s boot in the candle light, Link glared at her through the darkness, warning her not to get close “You should have come and told me.”

“You know I never wanted this. Just let me go.” Link managed to utter as the guard jabbed him in the side with his spear, he let out a pained grunt that made Zelda lift her hand to stop the guard from doing more damage

“You have committed crimes against Hyrule. That is punishable by death. You are to be hanged at sunrise.” Zelda replied, Link would have scoffed if he had the energy

“Tell me exactly what I did wrong.” Link sighed leaning up from the wall, unable to lean far up as his hands were chained to the wall, reminding him of the first time he had been in the dungeons as a beast. “I saved your kingdom.”

“Maybe. But you are under the Crime of Desertion and therefor being hanged at sunrise.” Zelda answered chewing her lip

“If anyone needs to be hanged for crimes, it is you!” Link screamed pulling on his chains “You let Zant and Ganondorf cover the entire land in Twilight! If it hadn’t been for me, you would have been monarch of a dead kingdom!”

“Hold your tongue!”  the guard hissed and slapped him with his spear in the face. Link felt Daku turn over in his soul, he was getting annoyed too, Zelda glared at the guard

“I will not! Not until you listen!” Link shouted as Zelda backed off

“I am sorry. I can’t give you any special treatment.” Zelda whispered looking down at her feet, Link let out a gasping cough

“I’m not asking for special treatment! I just…” Link lowered his head, Zelda frowned

“Sunrise, Sir Link.” Zelda spoke shutting the door quietly, the rattle of the keys threw Link back into darkness, anger roared through him like fire, he stood up and pushed against the wall, tearing the bleeding skin of his wrists even more; his chains were heavy and dug into the bone and flesh. Link let out a pained scream as he continued to pull, all his energy was gone yet it was the overwhelming willpower that he carried that forced him to keep going.

But it soon ran out.

Link collapsed on the floor in a world of pain and suffering, his blood was puddled all over the floor.



“Get up!” a guard roared in his ears as the chains around his wrists were unlocked, Link could not, his legs would not let him. His tunic was stained red and heavy to wear under the blood

“What did he do last night?” asked another guard, one with a much softer voice, a feminine voice.

“He tried to free himself, looks like.” the other answered; putting one of Link’s arms over his shoulder and dragged him up a flight of stairs

Link opened an eye; his death was there, in a coil of rope over a wooden platform. Two guards dressed in black with masks over their faces were standing next to the rope; one threaded it around Link’s neck and tied it tight while the other guard kept a grasp of his arm, but not in a menacing way; he was holding him up; the trap door may be underneath him, but he was not forcing him forward, if anything he was pulling him back.

Link swallowed hard and looked around for Zelda. She was sitting in her throne with her head down. Was she regretting her choice? Or did she actually understand? Link shut his eyes and almost fell forward

“Whoa, there, lad. Hang on a few moments, you don’t want to die.” one of the guards spoke, he knew that voice

Everything happened at once.

The trap door fell along with Link’s heavy and blood stained body, the rope around his neck was cut as it grew tight so he fell onto the dusty ground of the courtyard in a daze. Link let out a frightened gasp as hands seized his arms and lifted him off the ground, arrows were fired, swords clashed, Link looked up at Zelda again; she was doing nothing but watching, was she letting him go? Then a vile blow to the back of the head gave Link darkness once more.



“I’ve helped him the best I can, Telma.” a male voice muttered “It’s a miracle if he lives through the night.”

“How bad is he?” Telma’s voice quivered, she never held worry in her voice till now

“He hasn’t eaten in a few days, he’s lost a lot of blood and has large infected wounds all over his body; even if he does manage to live, he won’t be able to move around on his own for a very long time.” the male voice answered solemnly “He’s needed surgery. I’ve put him on very powerful medicine but that can kill him just as easy.”

“To think, he’s saved so many people and they treat him like this!” another female voice chipped in

“Calm down everyone! He’s still breathing; so we need to get him somewhere safe as soon as we can.” another male voice roared, Link had heard all of their voices before but was too tired to work out who they were or indeed where he was.

“You can’t move him right now!” the first male voice hissed as Link felt a cold hand touch his forehead “He’s got a drip in him, you will have to wait till tonight!”

“He’s got so many injuries, I wasn’t sure where the blood was coming from.” a young girl’s voice mumbled, what was her name? Luda? “He’s listening, look, you can see it!”

“Everyone likes a chat.” the first male replied with a shrug



The day past very fast. Link heard voice after voice, some addressing him with rhetorical questions or asking him on his health to others. Even the Gorons of Death Mountain had heard about him and had offered to take him up the mountain; where the earth’s power was strongest. Some had argued that he would not be able to survive with the heat or the trip was too dangerous. Link wished he could get up and leave but his body would not respond. Breathing hurt.

“What about the Hidden Village?” a booming voice said, Link knew that voice and forced himself open an eye to a slit; so many people were in the little room, upstairs of the inn in Kakariko Village. How did he get here?

“It’s safe and mainly flat land.” a Goron replied, he shut his eye again and began to drop back into sleep

“I would take a team of Gorons there. Make sure he gets there as pain free as possible. We owe him one.” another Goron shouted raising a fist into the air; Link recognised the voice of Gor Coron. One of the Elders of Death Mountain, one he had wrestled with not long ago to get into the mines.

“The entire road is crawling with Hylian soldiers, we will have to hide him well.” another deep voice added

“Tie him up nice and tight, we can run over the check points before they have any idea what hit them!” a young voice squealed with excitement



Link let out a light groan. He was in so much pain yet he held his wails back, Luda had explained what was going on to him, even though he fell asleep during her explanation, he wished he could have ran on his own. So many people were risking their own safety for him; often using the excuse: ‘he would do the same for me.’ Link hated being made a fuss of, but he could not say anything or do anything to stop them.

“Careful!” Luda shouted as a young Goron slipped, his yellow stone feet almost crushed Link’s right leg

“He looks so helpless.” Telma sighed putting a hand on Link’s cold arm

“You should have seen him when they moved him from the cell; I’ve never seen so much blood.” a female voice added as three men carefully lifted him onto a piece of wood, Link’s arms hung by his sides as Renado cradled him in his arms, trying not to touch his bandages on his chest from his surgery the night before.

“He’s sorted.” Renado mumbled putting a pillow under Link’s head “A fever is coming.”

“He looks thinner than before.” Luda remarked “When he rescued Colin and the others, he looked much healthier.”

“Tell Impaz to get food into him as soon as he wakes up.” Renado whispered brushing Link’s hair out of his tired closed eyes. “He always hated sleeping flat.”



As the group of Gorons set off, young rollers in front, destroying anything that got to close or what did not dive out of the way fast enough, with two Gorons carrying a create of hot spring water. Which, hidden underneath the shelve of small bottles was the sleeping Link.

The young Gorons charged through into a western village, one empty and devoid of life, yet many eyes stared at the crate as it was carefully placed on the floor.

Cats.

They could smell the weak and dying. They could smell the half-breed in the crate.

An elderly woman appeared from a house at the back of the village, her hands were clutching a letter, one that was crumpled up with worry. The woman tore open the crate lid and the Gorons began to shift the bottles aside to reveal Link.

“He looks a little worse, was he always that pale?” one of the Gorons asked lifting him out with care

“He’s boiling!” the woman howled rubbing her red eyes “Take him inside; there is a bed ready for him by the door!”

“We appreciate you taking care of him. He was meant to-” the other Goron spoke but the woman gave him a cat grin

“He’s safe here. I saw the rope marks on his neck. He’s lucky.”

“We have some supplies for you and just send us a letter if you need any help.”

“I doubt I will need it, this place is a healing zone for him.”

“If the boy can swim in the deepest water, climb the highest mountain and save a kingdom in his spare time, do you think he won’t be…a little irritated with our help to him?”

“Do not worry for him or for me. An innocent boy like him has a chance of a new start and I will give it to him. And besides, he’s probably furious at this point if he is.”