It was a dark, stormy night. Guards patrolled the Hyrule Market walls, ready at any moment to yell to the soldiers. It was a dark time, a time in which the largest war Hyrule had ever seen was taking place. It was the turning point of the Dark War, and every soldier in Hyrule was on edge. At any minute, Coriantum and his Dark Elven followers would descend upon Hyrule Market, deciding the fate of the war, and Hyrule.
Captain William Powerblade was the head leader of a large portion of Hylian soldiers, and, in his own eyes, the best captain of them all. He was a very conceited man. Most of his soldiers hated him. He made outrageous, overestimated calls that led to the deaths of several men in every battle fought. But his only concern was his own life. William's dream was to become the military advisor to King Laertes, and he believed it would happen. Unfortunately for him, he was the only one who believed so.
Captain Powerblade was in the Hyrule Market tavern for a good round of Alco-Lon, a recent invention that combined the sweet taste of Lon Lon Milk and alcohol. It was the only milk you could get drunk from. Lon Lon Ranch was raking in the rupees with this latest invention, not because of taste, but because of addiction.
Captain Powerblade slammed his bottle of Alco-Lon on the table after guzzling the entire thing. "Keep 'em comin', Richie!" he belched. The bartender grumbled and filled his bottle with another pint of Alco-Lon.
After three more bottles, Captain Powerblade was officially drunk. He stumbled his way out of the tavern with a full bottle of Alco-Lon in his hand.
"Hey, get back here with my bottle, Captain!" Richie shouted.
"Ah, go listen to yer Indigo-Go thingie band or whatever…." William shouted back. With no idea where he was going, he staggered over to the Hyrule Market gates, where he shouted up at the guards to open up.
"Captain, you're drunk. Please, return to the bunker," a guard stated.
"Don't give me orders, private! Do it now!" he said with a loud belch.
"I'm sorry sir, I've got orders," he replied.
"Fromoo?" he slurred.
"King Laertes! If you want out, you'll have to take it up with him!"
"Bah, K-King Laertes doesn't knowat's bess' fer 'yrule," he slurred again, getting more drunk with each guzzle of his Alco-Lon.
The guard appeared to be about to reply, when another guard collided into him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" the first guard shouted.
"R-run! It's here! On the w-walls!" he stammered.
"What the bloody hell are you—" he never got to finish his sentence. A glaive spun out from the shadows and sliced clean through the guard's neck, decapitating him completely. Blood spewed all over the clumsy guard, who was now shrieking in fear.
"N-no, no!" he cried. But a large spear bore down into his heart, killing him instantly.
"Wh-what's goin' on up there?" Captain Powerblade slurred. A wispy, black form suddenly floated down from the wall and materialized in front of the captain. The seasoned soldier's eyes widened with fear. He dropped his bottle, and it shattered on the cobblestone.
Captain Powerblade screamed….