Yes, yes, I'm very bad, aren't I? Posting a whole new story when I still have so many others than need love. Buuuuuut... Someone once told me long ago that I should incorporate Dark Link as a regular character in my stories, and I've felt like writing about Dark Link. Most people see him as a cold, heartless shadow meant to kill Link. I decided to expand upon him. Maybe he did have a heart. Maybe killing Link was his only option.

Well, the rest will become evident through the course of the prologue. Feel free to scold me at the end for miscellaneous reasons (such as not updating Age of Queens...).

Prologue

I was called forth from the shadows to serve a greater evil. My body was conjured from the corrupted part of the soul dwelling within the Hero of Time. To think such a great hero had so many dark thoughts to spawn his own evil twin. However, I'm getting off track.

My existence was called forth to serve King Ganondorf, master of the entire kingdom. I was happy with that. After all, that's why I was created. A shadow has no independent will. It moves however it is made to move. That's what I always thought.

I was placed in the Water Temple. Such a place… Ganondorf must not have trusted me to encase me in an underwater prison. I was given my own room, a chamber with mirror-like waters encompassing the floor and mist floating in the air. It seemed to have no limits, merely stretching outwards for all eternity. I explored the Water Temple. Ganondorf had also entrapped miscellaneous monsters inside. I was far more powerful than them, but I was still only considered a lesser demon, even if I was tougher than Morpha.

Ah, Morpha. She was the only intelligent company I had. She could listen to my words and, with her gelatinous composure, could take on any form. Whenever I asked for a word with her, she would become a beautiful young woman. I remember that form very well. It's eyes were scarlet and it had long hair that flowed and writhed as if it was submerged in water. I recall her so fondly because she was the only other being in the entire temple with whom I could have an intelligible conversation.

She was a higher demon, her rank far exceeding my own, though I still wonder why Ganondorf deemed her as stronger than myself when I am clearly her superior. But we were both to be the Hero of Time's opponents.

One day I was in Morpha's chamber talking about our theories of the outside world when we heard a crash. I gave her a partially concerned glance. The day of reckoning had come. The Hero of Time had entered the temple.

I vowed to Morpha that I would defeat the Hero of Time. That way neither of us would die and we could be together for the rest of our lives. Morpha said she'd be waiting in her room. She asked me to come and see her as soon as my foe had been vanquished. I was confident. Much too confident.

I perched atop the lonely tree in my own chamber. My heart was racing with excitement. Not only would I finally earn the recognition of Ganondorf, but I'd finally be rid of that blasted Water Temple. And with Morpha nonetheless! The door slid open and the Hero of Time stepped through the arch. He was clothed in a Zora Tunic, enabling him to breathe underwater. That invalidated my initial plan to pounce on him and drown him in the water on the floor. I rested a hand on the hilt of my sword. I'd just have to take care of things the old fashioned way.

The would-be hero walked forward cautiously and gazed up and down the branches of the tree. I had masked my visibility, so his eyes went right over me. He then turned around and started back towards the door. I took this opportunity to quietly crawl down. I revealed myself, but he was still pulling on the bars blocking the door. A blue light fluttering above him said something about the door being barred closed and that he'd have to find another way. I scoffed. His fairy was an idiot. That didn't say much in his favor.

I was too cocky for my own good in those days.

The Hero of Time turned around and gasped when he saw me standing in front of the tree, my arms folded and my sword resting against the tree trunk. He immediately readied his own weapon and charged at me. I dodged and took my blade in hand, resting my shield comfortably upon my arm.

Our battle continued for what seemed like hours. The more I fought, the more I thought about my freedom. I eventually tipped the scales in my favor. A brazen smirk made its way to my lips. I was going to win. I was going to win and then see Morpha. And we'd never have to worry about the Water Temple again. We'd explore all of Hyrule together. I couldn't wait.

The Hero of Time performed a back flip to avoid my attack. I stepped forward and slashed, but before my assault could make contact, my opponent revealed a massive hammer and pounded it against my blade. The sleek ebony snapped like a twig. It was then that fear set in. I was doomed. I'd never see Morpha again…

I took to flight, but was soon caught. Cornered, I braced myself as the hero's sword pieced my flesh, sinking deep into my body. I collapsed to my knees. A wave of coldness shuddered through me. I still have nightmares about that moment.

I was still conscious enough to watch as my conqueror exited the room. Next he would go for Morpha… With that, my life was stolen from me.

By whom?

Ganondorf.

That's right. I would have lived if Ganondorf hadn't finished me off in that moment. I heard his voice saying that I was worthless. I could feel myself being pulled upwards. As I ascended to wherever it was I was headed, I questioned my own motives.

I didn't really want to kill the Hero of Time. I only wanted to escape the temple, to free myself and Morpha. If I hadn't been blinded by my own impudence, I might have thought to work together with the hero to get all three of us out of the Water Temple. But it was too late. My beloved Morpha would be killed as well. Maybe Ganondorf would allow us to be together, if not for just one more moment. I wanted to apologize to her. I had broken my vow. My bitter, ignorant vow… If I could turn back time, I'd promise Morpha not to kill the Hero of Time, but merely to release us both from our imprisonment. And I'd keep that promise.

As is stood, I was dead. I suddenly found myself standing in a field of infinite blackness, surrounded by radiant pinpoints of light. Was this… the sky? I'd never seen it before. It was more breathtakingly stupendous than I had ever imagined. I took a few cautious steps, expecting to fall down into the nothingness. When I didn't, I proceeded to walk in circles. Was I going to exist there forever? The view was glorious, yes, but I was alone. It was worse than my captivity in the Water Temple. At least then I had Morpha. Here, I was isolated.

Just as the concept formed in my mind, there was a flash behind me. I turned abruptly and saw…

Morpha.

She said that she too had been defeated by the Hero of Time. He was more than either of us could handle. But that didn't matter now. For now we were together once more.

"Dark Link, do you not know where we are?" she inquired with an air of understanding. I shook my head.

"We are in Limbo, where dead souls go before venturing to the Underworld. It won't be long before we are both swallowed up. Our spirits will be destroyed in the Underworld, and we will know longer exist as we are. We will no longer even recognize one another."

I protested at this, saying that I would know her wherever we went, no matter how much either of us had changed. She said that I was naïve and that it was this quality that she admired in me. She told me of a fable that if, in Limbo, you could manage to touch a star, you would be reborn. It was with that that we both took off towards one of the flickering stars. We didn't know how much longer it would be before we were taken to the Underworld, so we ran for all we were worth.

One of the stars was getting brighter and larger as we raced in its direction. We were almost upon it as a vortex suddenly opened and, with unimaginable power, began sucking us back. I grabbed Morpha's hand and pressed onward, fighting back with everything I had. Closer, closer still… I reached out my hand, stretching. I pulled Morpha forward as well so she could also touch it.

My fingertip grazed its surface, but simultaneously, Morpha's hand was torn from mine. However, it was too late. I was being absorbed into the star's light, and Morpha was being pulled back into the portal to the Underworld. I cried out to her, and she to me. The words she spoke cut me like a knife, even though they were as gentle as a mother's touch:

"Dark Link, you must forget what you were. Become someone new, someone who will fight for a good cause. Perhaps one day we will meet again, my love… Farewell…"

As I was completely enveloped in the brilliance of the star, I could feel tears upon my cheeks.

I was a shadow… Just a shadow. And shadows have no independent will. But as I was bathed in light, I realized that I was no longer a shadow. I was my own person. I was…

Dun dun DUN! Kinda a cliffie, eh? A quiet cliffhanger. Very quiet. Not like "OMG WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN". More like "huh... I wonder where this is going."

I've been busy... I gotta write fifteen poems like chop-chop for creative writing class by the twenty second, I have to write a one-hundred line epic poem by the end of the week for the same class, and... Actually, all my 'stress' is focused on that one class. And that one class isn't really stressful at all...

Well, here's my Valentine's present to you: the first chapter of brand-spankin-new fanfiction. As you can see, there's heavy hinting on Dark LinkxMorpha, but since Morpha's dead, it won't go out any further. Next chapter is where things start kickin' and the plot gets rolling.

This was posted because Zequistis told me to... XD Hope ya like it! Please review on the way out, mkay?

Oh, one more thing: I have a DeviantArt account! spoonzmeister(dot)deviantart(dot)com is my account. Look me up sometime, because that's where I'm going to post all my fanfiction art from now on instead of at my website.