Terule, another parallel dimension

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Terule - Another Parallel Dimension

Chapter 1
One day Link, the hero of time and wind, awoke outside. As he grew adjusted to being awake, his eyes widened in shock as he discovered his palace, on an island just south of Outset Island, burning with intense flames. The palace where he ruled was littered with dead bodies of all the races who had ventured out of their homes to live within his as the councillors of Hyrule. Link was shocked. He would have thought he’d slept through the ruining of his kingdom. Would have. Would have, if he hadn’t experienced magic before. In fact he himself was of a magical breed. He was Hylian, but he was also the owner of the incredible, unique Triforce of Courage. He had befriended time and wind before now. Stepped through and between realities in to other worlds entirely such as Hologram and Termina and used his skill as the legendary Hero. He was the wielder of the sacred sword, possessor of the powerful Ocarina of Time and the Wind-waker’s baton. And now…now nearly all he had achieved was burning to the ground. He stood and entered the fiery palace. The Legendary Palace of the Council was its name. He needed to find the sword and seek out the evil who had slain to many and not him. As he entered the palace grounds he found himself face to face with himself. It could have been Shadow Link, a mighty opposer and master of illusions but the body seemed more evil, more sinister and the black empty eyes, more malevolent than before. The shadow just watched Link walk in to the lobby. It unsheathed its sword and pointed the blade tip to Link without one word. Then it jumped and slashed at Links head. Link ducked and rolled and then sprinted to his royal bedroom. The carpet was alight with flame but nothing could stop his anger. He ran through the flame as if it were a concrete runway. When he reached the golden doors he didn’t stop. He flung himself forward in to them and then did a roll which lead to him standing up and flinging himself across the bed, as the doors gave way. He kept the sword deep underwater so that only he could get it. He knew how much time it took to equip a Zora tunic so he didn’t bother with it. Instead he hopped straight in to the iron boots and jumped straight in to the well beside his bed. They dragged him down as he struggled to keep his breath. As he reached the bottom, he strangely kept going. He felt as if he were floating upwards, although the iron boots were still equipped. He came out of the well…But he didn’t come out in his bedroom and he wasn’t submerged in water next to a large chest containing various relics from his journeys. He came out of the well outside. It was raining and hard to see but he found an inn within walking distance and rushed over. He realised he was almost perfectly dry as he entered even though he had travelled here through a well and to the inn through the rain, even his iron boots had turned in to ordinary leather ones. He made his way over to the bar noticing that every single person within the room was wearing a dark cloak. So dark, that the face within the hood was too dark to see. The bar tender was not something he expected. It was a Stalfos who greeted him. Links face revealed to the walking creature of death hi exact feelings. The skeleton simply said, “I know what you’re thinking…Everybody thinks it…Why is such a high general, of the Great King Ganon’s army, doing working as a bar tender? Well I can answer that. See those cloaked ones surrounding you? They’re a new breed of warrior for Ganon’s army. Much more skilled than any creature known. In fact just one of these cloaked figured would be more powerful than the legendary hero himself! See Ganon invaded some other reality, I don’t know…But I’ve heard he took blood from all three of the Tri-force holders and fused them in to a single creature. In fact if even one of these was to turn against Ganon, they’d be stronger than any foe that opposed them.”
The drink server went on to explain that Ganon continued to find all the breeds that the sages were born of and any other powerful race he came across. Link soon discovered that he was no longer home. Instead he had stepped within realities, once more to the callings of the Goddesses, to Terule. All the civilizations that in his reality had been at peace with each other were now at war. Ganon’s castle grew strong and he fought none so he could continue breeding the fighting machines of the skeletal creatures such as the Stal Children, Gibdos, Poes, Knuckles and Mobgoblins. And the mysterious new cloaked warriors. If one was stronger than Link, Imagine a whole army…

Hope you liked the first chapter. I got the idea from Zelda:MM u no the parallel dimension stuff. I thought it was a good idea for that game, and it made me like King Tikingua's story too and the one Zelda Fan is writing. I hav written the next few chapters but I just wanna spell check em first and write a few more before I do anything else

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Chapter 2- Marching Warrior
Link casually made his way outside and was sitting on an old newspaper called Play-Hylian, with multiple pictographs imprinted in it, (Some were quite rude and displayed Gerudo woman doing some naughty things with Hylian soldiers) when a beggar approached him.
The woman said, “I married once. I married a man who would have been king. He would have held the legendary quad-force. The four goddesses of Raynu, Rayfore, Yan and Yin created that for a man who was equal in power, courage, wisdom and joy. But that man…that man was lost to me. He was from the desert but something or someone persuaded him to change his ways and the goddesses took their gift from him. He threw me out of his home and now he has become the spine of evil. He could almost be the opposite of what he was going to be. Instead of ending the war he magnified it. What a cruel man…Son, if you ever come across him I want you to give him some grief, hear me? From left ear to right I want your hand to cross paths with his cheek and set it aside so it would burn forever. And say it’s from me. The Queen of Red Lions”
The beggar left Link alone and confused. The King of Red Lions in his reality had been a good man. And Ganon seemed to be the King here…had they become one in this parallel reality? And the Triforce was now four pieces. What shape could it possibly be? He saw where the lady had been sitting, a sword lay. Link then took up that sword and swore to save this land of Terule from the misery their king had placed them through. He would need help though. No force could overcome the clones. “The clones” was the name for the incredible army now present in the current reality. Link ventured out of the town where he was grieved to see sick men crawling about the grounds. Men who had been thrown out because of their differences? The evil was the good here so therefore the good was the evil. And just like in his reality the evil were cast outs. He came to a ranch by and by and there he found a horse he could ride. He took the horse and rode a far way south, for he had heard from the man that far in the south was the mountain of misery. Once home to the Goron, Subrosian and Rito tribes and on the outer edges were the Ikana and Garo tribes. Now it was home to a war ground. Each of these races were warring each other and there was news of a Zoran army marching towards the grounds to support the Rito. Some said that the Gerudos from the surrounding deserts were aiding the Garos who were partially of the same race. Far to the north the Deku, Korog and Kokiri were marching to aid the Gorons and Subrosians. The Ikanans were the only unaided warriors but still even with the armies helping its enemies it was most likely to win because the Ikanans lived for death in battle and often their dead returned to aid them.

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Chapter 3 - Havowt Ye
The mountain soon sprang in to view ahead. Link continued riding until a smell of death seeped between his nostrils; an unbearable smell of rotted flesh and gunpowder. And soon the visions came to him. He saw before him the nations waring and all the armies who had been said still marching were already arrived. He sat and watched as a Goron and Subrosian band rolled in to the pass ahead curled up or on the back of small dragons with Korogs and Deku fluttering above. The kokiri children were banded together with their small swords sheathed working magic on the rock boulder above. They were all in the east. In the west came the Zoran warriors in fully fledged body armour and helmets. The Rito marched among them carrying spears and long swords. Some fluttered above ready to dive bomb their enemies. From the South came the Garos and Gerudos marching together in cloak and desert garments carrying swards which would appear to be Arabian to you or me (The Gerudo’s swords were thin at the hilt but widened and curved as it came to its point. The Garo’s swords were thin all the way up and down and they carried two each.) The Ikanans coming from sort of north east around Link under his tree and then the forces clashed. A goron powder keg exploded, 3 Garos surrounded a Zoran and brought him down. Gorons punched their way through the enemy lines, smacking them down in to the ground as they went. Kokiri magic ensnared enemies and poisoned them slowly. Korogs and Deku mobbed Gerudos. Gerudos and Garos pounced around the field slicing crazily but masterfully. Zorans used boomerangs and natural powers and a tiny bit of magic to force down enemies and gut them. Ritos went up and down all the time, diving on enemies and mangling them up like living arrows. The Ikanans were most powerful though. They forced their way in to the centre not stopping fighting as they went. About one went down every minute compared to the others which was almost one every two seconds. Another powder keg exploded and a few bomb flowers growing nearby reacted and blew a portion of the Ikanan forces in to the air. One of the falling Ikanans didn’t even stop fighting then and sliced down two flying Ritos and another thrusted his sword in to the stomach of a flying Korog. The war was not a long one but with much death. The Gorons, Subrosians and their allies were victorious in this particular campaign though and they sat under a cliff admiring their prize – safety for the night. Link idly strolled to their encampment there. “Greetings traveller,” said one of the warriors. Link nodded to him. Of the countless Gorons, Subrosians, Kokiri, Korogs and Deku in that particular war, there were about 2 or 3 from each race left from the battle… This was only one of the battles – one that had not been won yet. In the distance there could be seen many, many other battles taking place… A whistling noise rose through the air and a massive rock smashed to the ground and rolled across the Forest Tents, crushing the remaining Kokiri, Korogs and Deku.

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Chapter 4:the fight for justice

Link risked further exploration in to the war-grounds. He needed more knowledge of the wars and why they were happening to stop them…to unite the people.

As he made it in to the next pass he found himself by a river covered in millions of shells. He stepped closer to the water and drank from it…then he looked at his reflection and started to wash his face. Suddenly he could see other reflections behind him…Garo cloaks and scimitars drawn. Link rolled in to the water and drew his sword. The waters current was stronger than first appeared and it pushed Link down the stream, tonnes of Garos crowded up around the rivers shores to see who had disturbed the water. Then they were in front and Link was still being pushed down stream, now towards them as well as away. Ka-shing went the furthest ahead Garo’s two swords scraping together. As soon as he did it the second furthest away did it and a brilliant ringing started up from all the swords making sound. Link stroked towards the shore and flung himself up on to it. He then rolled away from the Garos and flipped on to his feet. The Garos made a circle around him and a large one stepped forward. In a deep voice the large Garo said “I am boss Garo. You have come to our camping grounds and therefore must die as you have seen far too much of all that is unseen by even some of our own.” The surrounding circle of Garos widened and the Boss Garo took one step forward. Link raised his sword and held it at arm-length, pointing it at the boss – he then twisted his arm sideways and drew the sword in – he held it to his and closed his eyes “For Princess Zelda and the joyously everlasting good winds of Hyrule…” he said under his breath.
“Ha”, the Garo’s left scimitar came forward and Link swung his sword around in a vertical 360 degrees and caught it in perfect fighting stance. The garos other scimitar which he had been holding back came forward and Link knocked it away, twisted his sword around and pushed the other sword which was attacking and boosted himself on to the blade and off that on to the Garo’s head. He raised his sword high to strike, but the Garo shook himself all over and jumped in to the air. Link forward flipped off the Garo as the enemy left the ground. He swung his sword around and brought it straight up in to the back of the Garo as he rose up. The cloaked enemy screamed and fell, then sprawled across the ground – cloak ripped and bloodstained. With his last ounces of energy, the Garo pushed himself up to look at Link, to admire the man who had been the only one able to beat him. “Angoria…” he moaned and then his whole body had a tremendous spasm and turned in to explosion, causing debris to blow from the ground and fall all about the Garos. They were silent… Link stepped away from his dead opponent and the Garos turned to him. One stepped forward… “By my life or death I will follow this new boss, who has shown us great skill in fighting.” Link could understand what he meant so he commanded his knew fighting, warrior army…to go home, to not fight unless it was to defend themselves from evil. Link bowed his head and the Garos jumped away over the cliffs and disappeared. Link had to remove the Gerudos from the war now or see them fail, they would be outnumbered…hopefully the Garos would even convince them to leave.

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Link soon finds an Oracle of Foresight’s pitch-tent in the road. He swoops inside and finds the tent abandoned but with a note “To any wandering traveller stupid enough to enter this tent…I foresaw a bomb tearing right through these tents at night on the first glimmer of the moon but not before the first wolf howls...” Link peered in to the magic ball:
From within a horribly black and yet magnificently great and bright palace – Terule Palace shimmered Ganondorf at his thrown…
“The Garos have left my Lord…” said the wispy voice of The Skull Kid to King Ganondorf Dragmire, ruler of Terule. To this, Ganondorf almost slid right off the edge of his throne.
“WHAT?! GET THEM ANGRY AGAIN! SEND THEM ANOTHER NOTE “FROM THE GORONS!” Ganondorf roared unceremoniously
“But my Lord…Why not just let the Geurudo girls who are most definitely outnumbered now, fall to the Planned War…Then we can either recruit the Garo armies or…remove them…hehehehe” persuaded The Kid
“Yes…YES! I see where you’re going...I will assign some of my glorious new Falcons for the job…No Garo in Io-Io Valley will survive my wrath…because they wouldn’t play my game! HaHaHa!”
“Indeed master…but about that…we can not control them, because they err… want a more powerful commander to align them properly in to troops…”
“Well that is a simple matter, corrupt Igos Du Io-Io. Surely the man who lives on the palace atop the high mountain Madila, surrounded by pestering Io-Io Garos can control such an army…”
“Well I don’t think it is that easy, my lord… You remember the Ikanan-Warriors of Mt. Madila are fighting in out war too. We want to expand out Falcons to every region…”
“I see…well didn’t Captain Keeta take residence somewhere south of Terule Town?”
“Yes master, we can get him. Excellent choice, master!”
“Now…about Shadow Kiln, did he well…succeed in dimension twisting and…his, well… negotiations?”
“Indeed he did, master. He spoke to me through a comfork –The place has been burnt to the ground and every treasure owned by his heroic parallel regained. But the great Link survived the fires! He is here in Terule, master!”
“Well that is a problem… if Kiln had of been kinder he may have chosen to side with us here. He’ll probably be rallying armies for revenge as we speak! I hear not even my Falcons could be a match for him… I will need to outnumber him with them. Surely he can not survive that!”
Link pulled away from the Oracle’s magic ball… He needed some item he could use to fight whole armies of men. Matter it not to Link, that in this land evil was good and good was evil, he was always fighting for the virtues of the Triforce!

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Finally an update after sooo long

Link stumbled out of the tent and saw that over the dense forests at the end of the path the top of the moon shone… Suddenly a massive barrel whistled through the air and plunged through the roof of the tent. The tent split apart and sent Link flying in to the rock wall, where he should have crashed but instead he kept rolling straight thought it… Illusionary magic… From outside Link could hear the first of the wolves crying to the moon. This signified night time. Link found a torch on the wall and took it off. In the darkness he could make out smaller torches lining the wall, so he lit some of them. Suddenly the room burst in to light as a massive ball of grass on the roof burst in to flames…so the torches had been rigged to light an even bigger torch. But all the light was reflecting off a single blade in the middle of the room. Link covered his eyes and bowed down to the pedestal where he could make out “The Swords of Good’s Bane”… He was about to leave when he realised that he needed to destroy the good to complete his own goal. He turned around and swished it out of the ground. Behind it he saw another sword, and then from the roof fell shadow-Link. The magic-ball had named him Kiln. Link held up his sword but the shadow-Link stood firm.
“They paid me to do it…”
Link gasped, but Kiln continued from the look of confusion on his face.
“To burn your castle… I only did it for the money. I envy your evil… I hoped we could work together…to swart the King’s pure goals.”
Link was about to say something, but Kiln made another judgement of his face.
“Please, I’m not trying to trick you! We must work together, or both you and I will die.”
Link bowed his head… and through away the sword in his sheath, replacing it with his new one. Kiln looked down and saw the other sword,
“These two identical swords will bind us…to show that we are of the same goal.”
Kiln placed his hands on the remaining sword and removed it easily from the ground. As he did so, the light became unbearably bright and somebody from the corner of the room started cackling evilly.
“YES!! YES!!” he cried
The light died down and the two sword-bearers turned to face it, faces firm and they both simultaneously withdrew their swords.
“No! I mean no harm! I am the real King I tell you…” The man sounded quite psychotic and scared “Those damned goddesses took away my power… My own power that was given to me… The Quadrione Force-shield… or most simply known of as the Quad-Force. Because I was full of such will to kill, they appointed me the heavenly gift…” He snickered, “But one day…three more beautiful goddesses came to me and told me that I had made a horrible mistake…” He started wailing “They told me I should stop hurting…” He suddenly started to get angry and cruel “And those lol other goddesses took my quad-force. I haate them…” Then his tone became more calmer and more matter-of-fact “But now! You have come, and you can save us all from this impending reign of justice. Help me, I am the real king! I am the real King of Red Lions! Look now all around you. By pulling out this sword you have created one hundred of you…” The walls got lighter and all around stood at least fifty multi-coloured Links. White, blue, red, green, purple, gold, silver, yellow, grey and black there were. And there was also the Kilns, shadowy forms of the same colour. “And with these we can create an enormous army…One that will save us all. Because I happen to me…a master forger and have forged tens-of-thousands of sacred Decca swords that will multiply this number by ten! Each time one of them draws one. And when every single one of these has drawn one… we will have twenty-thousand of you, all armed with sacred swords”
“Where are all these swords?” Kiln questioned.

The King of Red Lions led the pair down to a small lid in the ground. With all his strength he pulled at it, and it came away. It was pitch black inside, but the man worked some of his magic and the light grew quickly. Neither of the two could belive their eyes, when they saw a massive hall, or at least as much of the hall that was in distance to see. The end of the hall was too far away to see. The hall was perfect: the walls, roofs and floors were perfectly solid and flat with no marks or dents and the seemed to glimmer. Every few metres were massive stone columns inscribed with thousands of runes, and all the exact some distance from the next pillar. But even more amazingly was the amount of pedestals with glowing swords in them. They were all in a line and they disappeared in to the distance too. They were strangely similar to a type of sword Link had seen in a history book “A Four-Sword…” But these were Decca-Swords.

When every sword has been pulled from its pedestal, and all of the first clones multiplied, the hall now was full of regiments of warriors, all multi-coloured. Apparently there were precisely twenty-thousand of them…

The regiments of soldiers marched south, towards the wars – despite the urges of The King of Red Lions to attack the King Ganondorf. Every war they went to the fighters stopped and they were too scared to continue or to attack or to run, and in the end they joined the league. And then, all of a sudden, it felt almost too soon, all the wars were consumed and the fighters joined up. The King was very happy with the new army and stopped complaining.