(Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda.)
Vaati cursed. He cursed the hero for killing him. He cursed himself for being too weak to defeat a child. He had it. He had possesed the Light Force, and he lost it, so easily.
The next thing Vaati saw was swirling darkness. Once again he was sealed away in a false realm by that acursed blade, the Four Sword. He screamed, to no one in particular. Cursing the heavens for cursing him with the same horrid fate time and time again. He swore revenge. When he escaped again he would take his revenge on the hero or his decendants.
Centuries passed. The days of castles and horses were replaced by sky scrapers and cars. Forests were cut down, the air was polluted, Hyrule was changed. All this time, Vaati was waiting, waiting for one with sacred blood to release him from his prison. Soon. His time would be soon.
Chapter One: Broken
Senko yawned. Her dad always took her to the most boring places during his business trips. Her dad was this big, important bussiness man for who-cares-which company and ended up going all over the world, and of course, how could he not bring his fourteen-year-old daughter?
Senko didn't mind going on these trips. In fact, she loved traveling. But her dad never let her visit what she wanted to see. When they went to Labrynna she's wanted to see the sea-dwelling Zoras who had made their home just off the southern shore of the continent. Her dad took her to a museum and left her in the Legends of Zoras and Merpeople exibit. In Holodrum she'd wanted to find one of those mysterious portals that lead to a strange underground world inhabited my the Subrosians. Once again her dad took her to a museum, this one based on the ancient and 'wise' Subrosians. If she'd wanted to read more about these things Senko could've stayed home. Her room would put Hyrule Castle's library to shame.
Senko sighed. "Ah well," she thought "The Zoras have probably been chased of by fishing boats and the portals have likely been covered in pavement." Senko had always been in love with Ancient Hyrule's myths and legends, so she surrounded herself with the best and most reliable books she could get her hands on. Today her dad had found a museum solely based on the Picori. Senko had wanted to go to the shrine in Minish Park, one of the last few places in the world that had any trees left. Of course her dad thought that this boring museum would be an adequite substitute.
Senko checked her watch. 1:20. Her dad wouldn't be around to pick her up for a couple more hours. She might as well check out the city since she knew all the stuff in this museum, and knew that half of it was wrong. "If these idiots had done any research they would know that the correct term is Minish." Outside people were getting ready for the Picori Festival. It was the one time of the year when Senko actually liked being in the city. Hyrule Castle, which still stood as a monument to Princess Zelda, was decorated with silken banners and the city set up all kinds of outdoor stalls. Senko smiled at this. These people thought that they were recreating Ancient Hyrule. Still, it was nice that they continued to honor the Minish.
A certain stall caught her attention. Yes, the old man who told the legend of the hero who had defeated the evil wind sorcerer, Gufuu. "Vaati," Senko thought "his name was Vaati." Senko listened to the old man's incorrect rant about the man who destroyed the evil demon who sought nothing in life but to cause pain and misery. It took all of the willpower Senko had to not scream every time he got something wrong. First off, the hero was but a boy of twelve when he defeated Vaati, and the wind sorcerer only became evil to try to finally impress his master, Ezlo.
"Who has been completely left out of the story!" Senko scramed inwardly. "And Zelda was not put under a sleep spell, she was tuned to stone! And Link never had to kiss her, he used the Four Sword imbued with the Four Elements to break the curse!" Finally the old man got one detail right.
"An' once, e'ery one hun'red years, the por'al to the sacred realm o'ens in Hyrule castle. So don't go pullin' on dat sword or ya' might jus' let dat e'il win' demon out!" The old man laughed like he had just said the most hysterical thing in the world. Senko rolled her eyes at the old man's poor sense of humor. But he did just give her a good idea. Since her dad wouldn't let her see anything exciting, so she might as well take a good look at this sacred sword in Hyrule Castle. If she got a good look at the sacred blade then that would make up for all the lame museum trips her dad dumped on her.
The moment she made up her mind to go to the sword a gust on wind blew, almost as if it were pulling her towards her goal. Within Hyrule Castle the sword rested waiting. Somehow the magic around the sword knew that the seal would soon be broken. It tightened its grip on its prisoner, determined not to let the sorcerer escape. The being inside the seal was aware of this, and knew why. Soon, he would be free.
Senko stared at the sword. It was beautiful. Suddenly she felt compelled to touch it, to rest her finger tips on the sacred blade. Of course, there was a 'Do Not Touch' sign above it. Even Hyrule Castle had been turned into a museum. Right now Senko stood alone in the castle courtyard. All of the other people were outside enjoying the Picori Festival. Senko turned to leave, her goal accomplished, but she still felt like there was something she had to do. She glanced around, checking to make absolutely sure no one else was around. She walked back to the blade, hoping that if she touched it she would feel satisfied. She reached her finger tips out and gently, ever so gently, touched the Four Sword.
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No sooner than Senko touched the blade did Vaati feel it, the presence of sacred blood. Someone had touched the sword, someone who could set him free. Using every drop of magic he had left, Vaati urged his unknown rescuer to grab the blade, to pull it from its resting place. To set him free.
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Senko was not satisfied with simply touching the sword, to her suprise. Once her skin had made contact with the cool metal, she'd felt a powerful urge to pull the blade free, almost like an insatisfiable hunger. She'd read the legends, she knew of the sorcerer trapped within the blade, but that was shoved to the back of her mind. "Besides," she reasoned with herself "this is probably a fake anyway. The real thing is probably locked in some safe somewhere far away." Her hands wrapped themselves around the blade, and she pulled.
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The wretched sword was yanked from its resting place. Vaati was free. "I'm free?" he thought, still not quite grasping the situation "I'm free!"
When he could see again he laid his eyes on a girl, no older than fourteen, with the Four Sword in grasp. She had short, raven black hair, sapphire blue eyes, and pale, porcelain skin. Her ears were long and came to a delicate point. She was wearing a strange looking black tunic with sloppy writing on it in an un-known language (a black T-shirt that says 'Wanna know how to keep a stupid person busy? See back.) and strange blue leggings (blue jeans).
The strange girl dropped the sword and stepped towards Vaati. The wind mage stood completely still, not taking his eyes off of her. The girl lifted her hand and touched his face. Vaati was slightly shocked at his gesture. It took him a minute to realize what she was doing. "She's checking to see if I'm real," he thought. Then she said something that utterly shocked him.
"Vaati." Senko murmered. She then promptly fainted into his arms.