Prologue

Hey everyone! Catwhiskers24 here. This is my first fanfiction, so we'll just see how this goes. I already have the whole thing planned out, it's just a matter of actually writing it. I will warn you that I suffer from a disease called procrastination. Anyway, this should be fun.

Warning: Bloodshed, cliffhangers, backstories, plot twists, Spanish, minor swearing, character death, mental breakdowns, narcissistic demons in spandex, OC's, clumsy idiots...

FYI, I struggle to come up with names for OCs and minor characters. But most of them do have some significance, even if it isn't obvious at first.

Disclaimer: I do not own LOZ or it's characters, but I do own my OC's, plot twists, and altered story lines.

Well, this is it. The moment I've—no, we've—been waiting for. We'd finally be free of the scourge of this world: Demise.

But there was one little flaw in my perfectly devised plan. I was preoccupied at that moment. How, you ask?

See the average sized teenage girl over there? The one with the brown hair tucked in the messiest French braid that had ever existed? The one being strangled by the guy almost a third taller than her? Yup. That's the one. That's me. And my attacker happens to be my best friend. And look at that! He's trying to kill me! Ah, the good times we've shared.

I've saved his life countless times. Once a few minutes ago actually. It was the kiss-of-life if you will. And yet, all of that was ruined by the master I thought he'd turned his back on. Oh well. C'est la vie.

Oh, and the two blondes behind me are Link and my brother. And yes, they are unconscious. The hero of time, with the Triforce of Courage leaves me to fight his battle. Sad. My hero.

Anyways, I'm being rude. People tend to call me Marissa. And Ocean. And M&M, Marissa 24, Mar, Scotty (Long story; trust me.), Issy, you get the picture. Anyways, call me what you like. Wait, I take that back. Call me Marissa, or feel my wrath burn you with the heat of a thousand suns.

As I stared into his eyes, his cold, dead, pearly white eyes, I stared into the face of fear. I probably would've laughed to live out the old cliché, but you know, I can't breathe and all.

Maybe I should've expected this, considering his past, but I didn't. Actually, that's a lie. A few months ago, I would think it would be incredibly possible. But now...I mean after all we've been through...

As I stared into his pale eyes, cloudy with the influence of his master, I lost hope. I went limp and dropped my sword. There was no way I could kill him.

"Finish her." Demise snarled from the side. His fiery amber hair was blazing like some messed up optical illusion. I really despise that guy.

My attacker's grip tightened around my throat. His face twisted in a nasty smirk as he felt the fight leaving his prey.

"Hey...remember how you promised you wouldn't hurt me? Yeah...this kinda hurts..." I wheezed. The expression on his face didn't change. His eyes kept that cold, blood-thirsty gleam.

Now I know what you're thinking: how the heck did I get here? Well, since I have nothing else to do, I suppose I could tell you how we got from point A to point B. This is my crazy, messed up story, so grab a soda and a bag of popcorn, and hold on, 'cause it's one helluva ride.

Ta-da! I hope you guys liked it. I know that if you're actually interested, you probably have lots of questions. But don't worry, everything will get answered eventually. Please leave a review! Cia later!

Ha. Hyrule Warriors pun.

~Catwhiskers24~