The Phazon Assassin
Smash Champion
This product is rated T for Teen for Mild language throughout and suggestive humor.
The year is 20X5. I live on Planet Zebes. I was born into a normal family. You know, I have a mother, a father, and a sister. We live in a normal house in a normal city. It’s a pretty standard place…well, almost. At the age of five deca-cycles, approximately ten Earth years, everyone is given a special cannon, which is placed on their arm. Chozo Lore spoke of a great invasion of aliens known as Space Pirates to attempt to overrun our planet. After various successful experiments, we all have these cannons, which allow us to shoot “Power Beams.” With certain upgrades, we can shoot other types of beams, and Missiles as well. Also, there is a Power Suit for each of us, but only in case of emergency. It provides greatly improved defense and we can morph into a little ball and drop small bombs. But, back to my story.
The cannon is only capable of shooting very small rounds, incapable of doing any damage. This is to allow us to get accustomed to our new weapon. Once we have received sufficient training, we are given an upgrade to the standard, quick firing Power Beam. Fast forward to about a deca-cycle later. I am given the upgrade and prepare to calibrate my targeting system. I attempt to fire a round, but nothing happens. They tell me that this is common. I’m pointed to a machine that diagnoses any and all cannon related problems. Before I insert my cannon, disaster strikes. A ship of unknown origin lands on the surface of our planet. Dozens of creatures emerge and begin attacking. Everyone retreats to acquire their Power Suits. I still had no firepower, so I wouldn’t survive, even with the suit. They decided to send me to another time period. If I was sent to another planet, the Space Pirates would simply track me down and eliminate me there. I was brought to a time capsule that was built in case of emergency. Before I left, my sister gave me something.
“I made this for you. I was going to give it to you in celebration of receiving your arm cannon, but….” She gave me a bracelet with the letters T, U, S, and M on it, which are the first letters of our names. “The word TUSM means power.”
“Thank you,” I said as I put it on. Before I enter the capsule, the Space Pirates invade the building we were in.
“Get in!! We’ll hold off these Space Pirates!” I get into the machine. There’s a set of clothes inside, conveniently my size. Coincedence? Maybe.
“I’ll miss you, big sis.” She was the S. She set the coordinates and closed the door. She entered the time setting. Five hundred deca-cycles was just enough to avoid any way of being traced or followed. I left my home planet, possibly for the rest of my life. Seconds later, the pod stops. When I landed, I had no idea what was waiting for me on the other side of the door. Before I exited the pod, I put on the clothes sitting in the pod for me, a dark blue scarf which completely covers my hair, a long sleeved white shirt, which is tucked into my still inactive cannon, a black, short-sleeved button-up shirt, and a pair of similarly colored Khakis. A pair of thick black boots complete the simple ensemble. Primitive, yes, but that’s the least of my problems. The pod’s self-destruct sequence was activated. This was to destroy any evidence and it would be even more difficult to trace. I leave the capsule and hide behind a tree. There was a huge explosion, but luckily, no one was around to hear it. I look around and I see nothing but trees everywhere. I wonder where I’m at, or even when I’m at. Am I even on the same planet? Where do I go? What do I do?
Someone answers those last two questions for me.
“You there!” Some guy screamed over at me. “What’s the meaning of this?” Referring to the explosion, I guess.
“It was…an accident.”
“Accident my ass!!” He charges toward me with a sword over his head. I don’t know what to do. I panic, close my eyes, and point my arm forward.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!! Both of us get knocked backwards. I get up and see the guy lying on the ground, about fifteen feet away. I try to figure out what happened. I have never seen a cannon produce something so powerful…and loud. Not without an upgrade, anyway. That, I believe, was a Super Missile, a much more potent version of the normal Missile. I have no clue how I fired one with no upgrades whatsoever. I approach the guy who is unconscious, but alive, and I take his cape in a rather futile attempt to hide my power.
“What’s going on over there?” A group of similarly dressed folk show up. As far as they know, I killed one of their members. Instead of fighting, I run. Fast. Really fast. They engage pursuit. After running through this forest, the trees clear and there’s a large canyon, about fifty feet across. I can’t stop since I don’t really know how to use my cannon, and they’ll end me if I stay. So, I take a leap of faith. They stop at the edge of the cliff to watch me fall to my death. It looked as if I would. I was about ten feet short, though that was an impressive jump itself. I don’t want to die this early, so I gather all my strength and hope for the best. A few seconds later, I’m on the other side, as if I jumped from mid-air. Nice.
“Now what, losers!” I can tease them if I want. I’m only six deca-cycles…ohh, that’s twelve earth years. What do you expect? “What’cha gonna do now?” I’ll tell you what. They all whip out bows, like magic. I turn to run and WHAM!!!! Someone knocked me out. Cold.
When I wake up, I’m surrounded by people wearing green clothing, which look like little dresses, and they’re carrying swords on their backs, some with shields as well. I feel threatened so I jump to my feet.
“Relax, young one. You are safe here.” I turn to face the guy who said that. I assume he’s the king. He looks like it, sitting in his throne and all.
“Where am I?”
“The great land of Hyrule and this is the Kokiri Forest. Now, what were you doing battling that Gerudo?”
“Gerudo? What’s a Gerudo?”
“The guy you killed.” The dude next to the king said that. I would take a guess and say that was the guy who decked me. Little suck up. Look at me, I do stuff for the king and he likes me the most. Jerk.
“Killed? I didn’t kill him!”
“Is that his cape?” asked the king.
“Well, yeah, but…I needed it.” I look down at the ground.
“What for?” There’s no use in hiding it. Besides, I couldn’t think of a good lie. I expose my arm.
“What is that?” the king questions.
“It’s a, uhh, an arm cannon.” Everyone surrounds me and pummels me.
With questions.
“That’ll be enough.” As the king orders, they all step back. “So, what does this thing do?”
“I can shoot really powerful Missiles, and make huge explosions.” I got a little too excited. Everyone screams. “No, no, I haven’t really got it working right yet.”
“What is your name, young man?” I pause for a bit. “Would it be TUSM?”
“Hunh?”
“Your bracelet,” he points out.
“Oh yeah, TUSM.”
“It is unsafe for someone such as yourself to go out there alone. I invite you to stay with us for as long as you need.”
“Thank you. I need a place to call home.” They gave me a room to take shelter in. I had no idea who these people were, but they allowed me into their little civilization. They all seemed to be around my age, so I felt at ease. That night, before I went to sleep, that kid came in.
“Hey, can I talk to you?” he asks.
“Sure, I guess.”
“Just so you know, that wasn’t me who hit you.”
“Really?” I respond.
“Yes. It was someone named Cross. I didn’t know what he was going to do to you, so I stepped in and saved you.”
“Thanks…I guess.”
“Well, I hope you enjoy your stay. By the way, My Name Is Jonas…no, I’m joking. It’s Link.” Then, he promptly leaves. Over the next few weeks, I watched these people train. I also watched their sparring matches. These guys were pretty fierce. At one point, I picked up a stick and started mocking them. I thought I was pretty good. Then, someone interrupted.
“TUSM.” I froze. “The king has summoned you.” I had no idea what the king wanted, especially with lil ‘ole me. I entered the king’s room.
“TUSM, I would like to tell you something.”
“OK.” I sit down.
“We have been searching for a weapon known as the Master Sword, the most powerful blade in our world. One at a time, we begin our search. It is a very treacherous journey, however, and to this day, we have yet to find it.”
“So what happens when you…fail?”
“Every Kokiri has a small fairy that resurrects them when they are defeated. But, once it is used, it is gone forever.”
“Wait…they don’t go out to risk dying again, right?” I ask.
“No, they are teleported back here to give us any information vital to our success.”
“Is anyone else looking for it?”
“Everyone else is looking for it. However, what they do not know is that no matter how strong your are, the sword will not budge, lest your heart is pure.” At least, that's what it sounded like. I was kinda in and out, so I may have missed a few details, but whatever, right?
“So.” I stand up. “Where do I come in…exactly?”
“One of our people has invited you to join him in his journey.”
“Really? Me?” Why me, I thought. “Who is it?”
“That would be me.” Link walks in.
“You want me to come?”
“Of course. If you could get that arm thing working, we’d be unstoppable.”
“Here take these.” The king gave me the green article of clothing called a tunic and one of their funky little hats. I wasn’t a big fan of the hat, but it’s something I’ll have to accept. Also, I received a small sword.
“Are you ready?”
“I am ‘good to go.’”
Making a long story short, we battle to find the Master Sword. We were directed to three dungeons, conquered all of them, and received a sort of jewel afterwards. Link did most of the work, but I did fire a few Missiles, but only at crucial points. We then go to what is known as the Temple of Time. Why is it called the Temple of Time? No clue. We place the jewels in their appropriate slots and a door opens, revealing the Master Sword…you know, that didn’t seem so hard. I don’t know what the king was complaining about. Even without my Missiles, I could have done this myself.
“Can you believe it? We really did it,” he boasts.
“Yeah, we made it.” I replied.
“I don’t think I would have made it without your help.”
“Come on, you’re just saying that.”
“No, I mean it. You saved my life a few times back there.” This guy is a wimp. I bet I could take him. “And, now that we’re through, you’re through!” At that moment, he impales me. Right through the heart. He took the term backstabber a bit too literally. If he had given me a chance…I could’ve taken him.
“How (cough) could you…” I fall to the ground.
“We all have to make sacrifices. It just so happens to be you. I almost feel bad…almost. Heh heh heh.” Is this it for me? Is TUSM done for? Is it…
GAME OVER?
“Gasp!” I take a huge breath of air, hence the word “Gasp!”
“Hey guys, he’s up!” Everyone runs in. I’m back in the Kokiri Forest.
“How did I get here? Why am I not dead?”
“We put a fairy in your new outfit.”
“Wow, I don’t know what to say.”
“Where’s Link?” They ponder.
“I don’t know. After he stabbed me, I…”
“He stabbed you? No way!”
“Yes, we were in front of the Master Sword, and he…”
“You found the Master Sword?!”
“Yes, we…”
“We must tell the king!” Everyone leaves. I’m not important. I guess I don’t exist. I stand to my feet and enter the king’s room.
“They tell me that the Master Sword has been found. Is this true, TUSM?”
“Yes, it is.”
“They also tell me that Link betrayed you.”
“Also correct,” I respond.
“But that doesn’t sound like him.” “He would never do such a thing.” The Kokiris went a little crazy.
“Well, explain my death just a few feet from the Master Sword.”
“Hmm, that is odd,” said the king.
“So what now?” they inquire.
“If this is true, we must find Link. I will send three of our strongest Kokiris to search for him. You will leave tomorrow at dawn.” That night, I couldn’t sleep a wink. I felt something weird in my right arm. Early the next morning, I went outside and started thinking.
“Link.” BOOM.
“Link.” BOOM.
“Link.” BOOM. Someone shows up.
“TUSM, we’ve been looking all over for you.” He takes me inside. The king addresses me.
“TUSM, you stay behind. Everyone else, leave at once.” The three Kokiris have already left to find Link. The others leave the room and it’s just me and the king.
“What were you doing out there?” He asks.
“Just, uhhh, blowing off some steam.”
“I understand what you went through, but revenge is not the way of our people.”
“OK, but, why am I still here?”
“Though you are a good swordsman, you are untrained, lacking any experience or technique. It would be unsafe for you to go out alone without any real practice. I shall teach you the way of the blade.”
“Do you always give one-on-one training?”
“Actually, this will be the first.”
He taught me everything he knew. The training was hard, rigorous, and painful, but I persevered and grew into a strong man. At the age of nineteen, it was time for the ultimate test: a fight to the death. Cliché? Yes. Effective? Yes. Before we started, I reverted back to my original clothing. Yes they fit. How? I’ll take the easy way out and say “futuristic technology.” The fight begins. We fought and fought. There were clashes and clangs for what seemed like hours. Without the use of my cannon, except as an effective shield, it was difficult to bring him down. After every miss, he was already counter-attacking. Amazingly, I found myself defending all of his attacks. Finally, I nail him and I get him in position.
“Go ahead. Finish me.” Of course, I couldn’t do it.
“Why do you want this so badly?”
“It’s the only way for me to know that you are a true swordsman. Besides, I’m 86 years old. It’s time for me to go anyway.” Per his wish, I finish him. How? It’s…not important. Just know that it’s done.
“You have done well.” He dies and his spirit appears. “Now listen very closely. Ever since the Master Sword has been found, everyone has turned their attention to another sword, just as powerful as the Master Sword. It is known as the Falcon Sword.”
“Sweet.”
“It is the polar opposite of the Master Sword. We Kokiris do not have the will power to wield this blade.”
“OK. Where is it?”
“It is located underneath my throne. I knew at some point the Master Sword would be found and I didn’t want this sword getting into the wrong hands.”
“So you hid it here?” I ask.
“Yes. When you touch it, you will be overrun with a dark energy. You are strong enough to overcome part of this evil power, whereas we are not.”
“Oh, I see.”
“However,” he adds, “you will always have a dark side.”
“Hmph. And, there’s no way around this?”
“If you are to take down Link, you must wield this sword.”
“But, I thought revenge wasn’t…”
“You must hurry.” His spirit disappears. I moved his throne, jumped down into a small corridor, and approach the sword. The sword is completely black. When I grab its hilt, which features a bird’s wide open beak and an open talon at the end, it looks as if I’m strangling a bird. As I remove it from the pedestal, I feel that dark energy he was referring to. It traveled all throughout my body. Also, after I touched it, the sword emitted a dark blue aura. I return to the surface…or above ground anyway.
“Remember, that sword is highly sought after. When people find out that you have it, they will attempt to take that sword, and they will use force. Be careful.”
“Thank you for everything.” It was a little sad to leave my second “home.” I start to leave. “Wait. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Did you let me win?” Silence. “Did you…Hello??” Nothing. “Hmph. What a time for the silent treatment, hunh?” I start to leave. Then, I hear footsteps. The Kokiri’s were told not to enter unless Link was found. I guess they found him. And here I am. Looking 100% evil. Standing over The Kokiri’s king. And he’s not breathing. Could this look any worse? I didn’t think so. Before I can do anything, they find me.
“TUSM? Is that you?” one of them asks.
“Uhh, I…uhhh…” Man, I’m losing my edge.
“It is you!” I guess I looked different because I actually grew. They stayed the same size throughout these seven years. They all run toward me preparing to embrace me when they finally see the king.
“W-What happened? Is he…dead?”
“I…uhh…crap.”
“You did this?! I thought we were friends!!” Great, now I feel bad.
“You planned this all along didn’t you?”
“No, this was part of my training.”
“Liar!!! We went through the same training! We never had to kill the king.”
“Yeah, otherwise he’d be dead, like, a jillion times.” Well said.
“Well, see, he offered me…screw it.” I shoot a Missile at the ceiling then jump up. On the way up, I hope the Missile actually breaks through, which it did. I go through the hole and leave the Kokiri Forest. If first impressions are everything, I’m not looking too good right now.
This…is My Curse.
Well, this is the beginning of the fanfic that I mentioned in the "Write Gooder" topic. The structure itself seems ok, but overall I know I'm capable of so much more. The story seems a bit confusing, but I think later on it becomes easier to follow. I still haven't come up with a final FINAL draft, so I'm still editing bits and pieces of it. Also, you've noticed the names of several Guitar Hero 3 songs, right? I did this throughout the entire story. I don't remember why, I think it was a joke me and my friend came up with. He was reading it and noticed the name of a few songs during the initial write-up, so I just continued to add more and more.
Anyways, I'm open to any and all suggestions, critiques, all that stuff. I really want to improve on this story, my future stories, and my writing in general. If there seems to be enough interest, I'll post another section later on. I want to do it regardless, but if people want it, then I'll have incentive to continue.
Thank you for your time.
The year is 20X5. I live on Planet Zebes. I was born into a normal family. You know, I have a mother, a father, and a sister. We live in a normal house in a normal city. It’s a pretty standard place…well, almost. At the age of five deca-cycles, approximately ten Earth years, everyone is given a special cannon, which is placed on their arm. Chozo Lore spoke of a great invasion of aliens known as Space Pirates to attempt to overrun our planet. After various successful experiments, we all have these cannons, which allow us to shoot “Power Beams.” With certain upgrades, we can shoot other types of beams, and Missiles as well. Also, there is a Power Suit for each of us, but only in case of emergency. It provides greatly improved defense and we can morph into a little ball and drop small bombs. But, back to my story.
The cannon is only capable of shooting very small rounds, incapable of doing any damage. This is to allow us to get accustomed to our new weapon. Once we have received sufficient training, we are given an upgrade to the standard, quick firing Power Beam. Fast forward to about a deca-cycle later. I am given the upgrade and prepare to calibrate my targeting system. I attempt to fire a round, but nothing happens. They tell me that this is common. I’m pointed to a machine that diagnoses any and all cannon related problems. Before I insert my cannon, disaster strikes. A ship of unknown origin lands on the surface of our planet. Dozens of creatures emerge and begin attacking. Everyone retreats to acquire their Power Suits. I still had no firepower, so I wouldn’t survive, even with the suit. They decided to send me to another time period. If I was sent to another planet, the Space Pirates would simply track me down and eliminate me there. I was brought to a time capsule that was built in case of emergency. Before I left, my sister gave me something.
“I made this for you. I was going to give it to you in celebration of receiving your arm cannon, but….” She gave me a bracelet with the letters T, U, S, and M on it, which are the first letters of our names. “The word TUSM means power.”
“Thank you,” I said as I put it on. Before I enter the capsule, the Space Pirates invade the building we were in.
“Get in!! We’ll hold off these Space Pirates!” I get into the machine. There’s a set of clothes inside, conveniently my size. Coincedence? Maybe.
“I’ll miss you, big sis.” She was the S. She set the coordinates and closed the door. She entered the time setting. Five hundred deca-cycles was just enough to avoid any way of being traced or followed. I left my home planet, possibly for the rest of my life. Seconds later, the pod stops. When I landed, I had no idea what was waiting for me on the other side of the door. Before I exited the pod, I put on the clothes sitting in the pod for me, a dark blue scarf which completely covers my hair, a long sleeved white shirt, which is tucked into my still inactive cannon, a black, short-sleeved button-up shirt, and a pair of similarly colored Khakis. A pair of thick black boots complete the simple ensemble. Primitive, yes, but that’s the least of my problems. The pod’s self-destruct sequence was activated. This was to destroy any evidence and it would be even more difficult to trace. I leave the capsule and hide behind a tree. There was a huge explosion, but luckily, no one was around to hear it. I look around and I see nothing but trees everywhere. I wonder where I’m at, or even when I’m at. Am I even on the same planet? Where do I go? What do I do?
Someone answers those last two questions for me.
“You there!” Some guy screamed over at me. “What’s the meaning of this?” Referring to the explosion, I guess.
“It was…an accident.”
“Accident my ass!!” He charges toward me with a sword over his head. I don’t know what to do. I panic, close my eyes, and point my arm forward.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!! Both of us get knocked backwards. I get up and see the guy lying on the ground, about fifteen feet away. I try to figure out what happened. I have never seen a cannon produce something so powerful…and loud. Not without an upgrade, anyway. That, I believe, was a Super Missile, a much more potent version of the normal Missile. I have no clue how I fired one with no upgrades whatsoever. I approach the guy who is unconscious, but alive, and I take his cape in a rather futile attempt to hide my power.
“What’s going on over there?” A group of similarly dressed folk show up. As far as they know, I killed one of their members. Instead of fighting, I run. Fast. Really fast. They engage pursuit. After running through this forest, the trees clear and there’s a large canyon, about fifty feet across. I can’t stop since I don’t really know how to use my cannon, and they’ll end me if I stay. So, I take a leap of faith. They stop at the edge of the cliff to watch me fall to my death. It looked as if I would. I was about ten feet short, though that was an impressive jump itself. I don’t want to die this early, so I gather all my strength and hope for the best. A few seconds later, I’m on the other side, as if I jumped from mid-air. Nice.
“Now what, losers!” I can tease them if I want. I’m only six deca-cycles…ohh, that’s twelve earth years. What do you expect? “What’cha gonna do now?” I’ll tell you what. They all whip out bows, like magic. I turn to run and WHAM!!!! Someone knocked me out. Cold.
When I wake up, I’m surrounded by people wearing green clothing, which look like little dresses, and they’re carrying swords on their backs, some with shields as well. I feel threatened so I jump to my feet.
“Relax, young one. You are safe here.” I turn to face the guy who said that. I assume he’s the king. He looks like it, sitting in his throne and all.
“Where am I?”
“The great land of Hyrule and this is the Kokiri Forest. Now, what were you doing battling that Gerudo?”
“Gerudo? What’s a Gerudo?”
“The guy you killed.” The dude next to the king said that. I would take a guess and say that was the guy who decked me. Little suck up. Look at me, I do stuff for the king and he likes me the most. Jerk.
“Killed? I didn’t kill him!”
“Is that his cape?” asked the king.
“Well, yeah, but…I needed it.” I look down at the ground.
“What for?” There’s no use in hiding it. Besides, I couldn’t think of a good lie. I expose my arm.
“What is that?” the king questions.
“It’s a, uhh, an arm cannon.” Everyone surrounds me and pummels me.
With questions.
“That’ll be enough.” As the king orders, they all step back. “So, what does this thing do?”
“I can shoot really powerful Missiles, and make huge explosions.” I got a little too excited. Everyone screams. “No, no, I haven’t really got it working right yet.”
“What is your name, young man?” I pause for a bit. “Would it be TUSM?”
“Hunh?”
“Your bracelet,” he points out.
“Oh yeah, TUSM.”
“It is unsafe for someone such as yourself to go out there alone. I invite you to stay with us for as long as you need.”
“Thank you. I need a place to call home.” They gave me a room to take shelter in. I had no idea who these people were, but they allowed me into their little civilization. They all seemed to be around my age, so I felt at ease. That night, before I went to sleep, that kid came in.
“Hey, can I talk to you?” he asks.
“Sure, I guess.”
“Just so you know, that wasn’t me who hit you.”
“Really?” I respond.
“Yes. It was someone named Cross. I didn’t know what he was going to do to you, so I stepped in and saved you.”
“Thanks…I guess.”
“Well, I hope you enjoy your stay. By the way, My Name Is Jonas…no, I’m joking. It’s Link.” Then, he promptly leaves. Over the next few weeks, I watched these people train. I also watched their sparring matches. These guys were pretty fierce. At one point, I picked up a stick and started mocking them. I thought I was pretty good. Then, someone interrupted.
“TUSM.” I froze. “The king has summoned you.” I had no idea what the king wanted, especially with lil ‘ole me. I entered the king’s room.
“TUSM, I would like to tell you something.”
“OK.” I sit down.
“We have been searching for a weapon known as the Master Sword, the most powerful blade in our world. One at a time, we begin our search. It is a very treacherous journey, however, and to this day, we have yet to find it.”
“So what happens when you…fail?”
“Every Kokiri has a small fairy that resurrects them when they are defeated. But, once it is used, it is gone forever.”
“Wait…they don’t go out to risk dying again, right?” I ask.
“No, they are teleported back here to give us any information vital to our success.”
“Is anyone else looking for it?”
“Everyone else is looking for it. However, what they do not know is that no matter how strong your are, the sword will not budge, lest your heart is pure.” At least, that's what it sounded like. I was kinda in and out, so I may have missed a few details, but whatever, right?
“So.” I stand up. “Where do I come in…exactly?”
“One of our people has invited you to join him in his journey.”
“Really? Me?” Why me, I thought. “Who is it?”
“That would be me.” Link walks in.
“You want me to come?”
“Of course. If you could get that arm thing working, we’d be unstoppable.”
“Here take these.” The king gave me the green article of clothing called a tunic and one of their funky little hats. I wasn’t a big fan of the hat, but it’s something I’ll have to accept. Also, I received a small sword.
“Are you ready?”
“I am ‘good to go.’”
Making a long story short, we battle to find the Master Sword. We were directed to three dungeons, conquered all of them, and received a sort of jewel afterwards. Link did most of the work, but I did fire a few Missiles, but only at crucial points. We then go to what is known as the Temple of Time. Why is it called the Temple of Time? No clue. We place the jewels in their appropriate slots and a door opens, revealing the Master Sword…you know, that didn’t seem so hard. I don’t know what the king was complaining about. Even without my Missiles, I could have done this myself.
“Can you believe it? We really did it,” he boasts.
“Yeah, we made it.” I replied.
“I don’t think I would have made it without your help.”
“Come on, you’re just saying that.”
“No, I mean it. You saved my life a few times back there.” This guy is a wimp. I bet I could take him. “And, now that we’re through, you’re through!” At that moment, he impales me. Right through the heart. He took the term backstabber a bit too literally. If he had given me a chance…I could’ve taken him.
“How (cough) could you…” I fall to the ground.
“We all have to make sacrifices. It just so happens to be you. I almost feel bad…almost. Heh heh heh.” Is this it for me? Is TUSM done for? Is it…
GAME OVER?
“Gasp!” I take a huge breath of air, hence the word “Gasp!”
“Hey guys, he’s up!” Everyone runs in. I’m back in the Kokiri Forest.
“How did I get here? Why am I not dead?”
“We put a fairy in your new outfit.”
“Wow, I don’t know what to say.”
“Where’s Link?” They ponder.
“I don’t know. After he stabbed me, I…”
“He stabbed you? No way!”
“Yes, we were in front of the Master Sword, and he…”
“You found the Master Sword?!”
“Yes, we…”
“We must tell the king!” Everyone leaves. I’m not important. I guess I don’t exist. I stand to my feet and enter the king’s room.
“They tell me that the Master Sword has been found. Is this true, TUSM?”
“Yes, it is.”
“They also tell me that Link betrayed you.”
“Also correct,” I respond.
“But that doesn’t sound like him.” “He would never do such a thing.” The Kokiris went a little crazy.
“Well, explain my death just a few feet from the Master Sword.”
“Hmm, that is odd,” said the king.
“So what now?” they inquire.
“If this is true, we must find Link. I will send three of our strongest Kokiris to search for him. You will leave tomorrow at dawn.” That night, I couldn’t sleep a wink. I felt something weird in my right arm. Early the next morning, I went outside and started thinking.
“Link.” BOOM.
“Link.” BOOM.
“Link.” BOOM. Someone shows up.
“TUSM, we’ve been looking all over for you.” He takes me inside. The king addresses me.
“TUSM, you stay behind. Everyone else, leave at once.” The three Kokiris have already left to find Link. The others leave the room and it’s just me and the king.
“What were you doing out there?” He asks.
“Just, uhhh, blowing off some steam.”
“I understand what you went through, but revenge is not the way of our people.”
“OK, but, why am I still here?”
“Though you are a good swordsman, you are untrained, lacking any experience or technique. It would be unsafe for you to go out alone without any real practice. I shall teach you the way of the blade.”
“Do you always give one-on-one training?”
“Actually, this will be the first.”
He taught me everything he knew. The training was hard, rigorous, and painful, but I persevered and grew into a strong man. At the age of nineteen, it was time for the ultimate test: a fight to the death. Cliché? Yes. Effective? Yes. Before we started, I reverted back to my original clothing. Yes they fit. How? I’ll take the easy way out and say “futuristic technology.” The fight begins. We fought and fought. There were clashes and clangs for what seemed like hours. Without the use of my cannon, except as an effective shield, it was difficult to bring him down. After every miss, he was already counter-attacking. Amazingly, I found myself defending all of his attacks. Finally, I nail him and I get him in position.
“Go ahead. Finish me.” Of course, I couldn’t do it.
“Why do you want this so badly?”
“It’s the only way for me to know that you are a true swordsman. Besides, I’m 86 years old. It’s time for me to go anyway.” Per his wish, I finish him. How? It’s…not important. Just know that it’s done.
“You have done well.” He dies and his spirit appears. “Now listen very closely. Ever since the Master Sword has been found, everyone has turned their attention to another sword, just as powerful as the Master Sword. It is known as the Falcon Sword.”
“Sweet.”
“It is the polar opposite of the Master Sword. We Kokiris do not have the will power to wield this blade.”
“OK. Where is it?”
“It is located underneath my throne. I knew at some point the Master Sword would be found and I didn’t want this sword getting into the wrong hands.”
“So you hid it here?” I ask.
“Yes. When you touch it, you will be overrun with a dark energy. You are strong enough to overcome part of this evil power, whereas we are not.”
“Oh, I see.”
“However,” he adds, “you will always have a dark side.”
“Hmph. And, there’s no way around this?”
“If you are to take down Link, you must wield this sword.”
“But, I thought revenge wasn’t…”
“You must hurry.” His spirit disappears. I moved his throne, jumped down into a small corridor, and approach the sword. The sword is completely black. When I grab its hilt, which features a bird’s wide open beak and an open talon at the end, it looks as if I’m strangling a bird. As I remove it from the pedestal, I feel that dark energy he was referring to. It traveled all throughout my body. Also, after I touched it, the sword emitted a dark blue aura. I return to the surface…or above ground anyway.
“Remember, that sword is highly sought after. When people find out that you have it, they will attempt to take that sword, and they will use force. Be careful.”
“Thank you for everything.” It was a little sad to leave my second “home.” I start to leave. “Wait. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Did you let me win?” Silence. “Did you…Hello??” Nothing. “Hmph. What a time for the silent treatment, hunh?” I start to leave. Then, I hear footsteps. The Kokiri’s were told not to enter unless Link was found. I guess they found him. And here I am. Looking 100% evil. Standing over The Kokiri’s king. And he’s not breathing. Could this look any worse? I didn’t think so. Before I can do anything, they find me.
“TUSM? Is that you?” one of them asks.
“Uhh, I…uhhh…” Man, I’m losing my edge.
“It is you!” I guess I looked different because I actually grew. They stayed the same size throughout these seven years. They all run toward me preparing to embrace me when they finally see the king.
“W-What happened? Is he…dead?”
“I…uhh…crap.”
“You did this?! I thought we were friends!!” Great, now I feel bad.
“You planned this all along didn’t you?”
“No, this was part of my training.”
“Liar!!! We went through the same training! We never had to kill the king.”
“Yeah, otherwise he’d be dead, like, a jillion times.” Well said.
“Well, see, he offered me…screw it.” I shoot a Missile at the ceiling then jump up. On the way up, I hope the Missile actually breaks through, which it did. I go through the hole and leave the Kokiri Forest. If first impressions are everything, I’m not looking too good right now.
This…is My Curse.
Well, this is the beginning of the fanfic that I mentioned in the "Write Gooder" topic. The structure itself seems ok, but overall I know I'm capable of so much more. The story seems a bit confusing, but I think later on it becomes easier to follow. I still haven't come up with a final FINAL draft, so I'm still editing bits and pieces of it. Also, you've noticed the names of several Guitar Hero 3 songs, right? I did this throughout the entire story. I don't remember why, I think it was a joke me and my friend came up with. He was reading it and noticed the name of a few songs during the initial write-up, so I just continued to add more and more.
Anyways, I'm open to any and all suggestions, critiques, all that stuff. I really want to improve on this story, my future stories, and my writing in general. If there seems to be enough interest, I'll post another section later on. I want to do it regardless, but if people want it, then I'll have incentive to continue.
Thank you for your time.