What You Are chapter two

Chapter Two

Author's Notes: Alright, I've been getting emails saying that they're confused. I knew you'd all be like that anyway, so yeah. Chapter two is going to shed some insight on what exactly happened. No one needs to tell me this twice.

So yeah, I don't own Zelda. I probably never will. Bummer.

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Many people said that home was where the heart was, but little did the creator of the expression know that not everyone had a home, and further more, some of those homes were broken to begin with. In Dark Link's case, he originally had a nice, comfortable home, but that turned out to be ugly once his master became frightfully obsessed with perfecting his wonderful "creation". Dark Link knew he was more than a creation, and why his master called him such? Dark did not know the answer. He knew he probably had parents. He did not remember his childhood. All he remembered was that face that haunted his dreams day and night: the angry face of his master.

And that was why Dark Link fled. He was fed up with being ordered around. He wanted to know, first of all, why he was being treated merely like a piece of property instead of as a human being? He wanted to so badly ask his master for the answer but he knew that if he treasured his life he would keep it to himself. His master said that he had a twin of some sort, the "Other Half" as Master had referred to him as. Surely he had seen a boy that looked so much like himself, save for the difference in skin coloring, eye coloring, and hair coloring; the boy Master had shown him had blond hair and blue eyes and was pretty pale.

He then realized that this "other half" might have the answers to the questions he burned to ask: who was he? What was his purpose? Surely Master told him his purpose was to serve him and only him, but Dark Link had since planted the thought in his head that that was not his true purpose.

Dark Link came to the entrance to the path that led to Death Mountain's high cliffs and caves and peaks. Looking up, he saw that it was a rather cloudy night and that it looked like it was about to rain. He shrugged, not really caring.

"As long as I am away from Master," he said to the cool air, "it does not matter where I go." The guard that was assigned the post was slump on the ground in front of the sign, asleep. He snored quite loudly and it irritated Dark to no end. He looked up at the sky again and nodded, looking down and ahead to see the winding path before him. Creaking open the gates, he closed them, making sure the guard was asleep, and started his long journey. He knew he would not arrive to the caves until morning was nigh, but he did not care.

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Link wiped his brow of the sweat. He had come for the hookshot and figured that it was not going to take a little more than an hour to retrieve it. He sat on the ground, dirt caked all over his clothes, a mound of dirt next to a cracked tombstone.

"Navi, I do not think this is going to work," he said, panting and sitting on his knees, his weight more on his arms as he continued to dig. The blue fairy hovered a few inches above the hole.

"I think you're making some progress. Wait, what's that I see?"

Link grabbed the unfamiliar object Navi pointed out and brought it out from its dirty prison.

"I think that's the hookshot."

Link looked at her, a blank stare crossed his face.

"What do you mean you think it's the hookshot?"

Navi flew a little closer to it.

"Actually, it is, so you don't have to worry about anything. I say we get the heck out of here pronto; this place is giving me the jitters." With that she shivers and went inside Link's hat. Link pocketed the hookshot and got up, nearly falling over because he was not used to being off his feet for so long.

"I have to go to the Fire Temple now, don't I?"

"Yes, you do," Navi said, poking her head out. "It's on Death Mountain." Link rolled his eyes.

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Navi," he said sarcastically.

"Oh, no problem," she answered, just as sarcastic as he had.

Link saw there was no guard and started to trek the long and winding path to Death Mountain Crater.

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Dark Link rested his body against the first boulder (and he made sure it was a boulder and not a rolled up Goron) he saw. He was absolutely exhausted, and it was almost morning; the sun shining definitely made that clear. He closed his eyes and thought more about Master.

Master used to be so kind to him, treating Dark like a king. He had the absolute best in the whole kingdom, second only to Master, of course, but very close. It started a month and a half ago when Master became hell-bent on locating this "Hero of Time" person and killing him as slow and painful as he could manage. Master would train Dark until his body was so sore he could barely stand, trained until his hands blistered from practicing all of this swordsmanship. He trained until Master deemed him perfect.

Perfect.

The word ripped through Dark Link's mind. It screamed at him, taunted him. He was not perfect, not perfect at all. Because he lost grip of the sword, because he parried wrong, because he actually screamed when he bled, he was deemed unacceptable and forced to sustain several cat 'o nine whippings every night since then until he was perfect, the epitome of perfect. He took out his anger on innocent people, growing happier and happier with every drop of blood spilled. He reveled in the fact that it was not his blood, that it was not him who was suffering majorly; oh no, it was the people who were suffering. He was no longer kind but mean-spirited, his fights all done in spite of himself. He could not help it. To him, it felt so good. He became an introvert, a person who never let anyone in...

Dark wanted to scream so loud that his lungs would bleed, that he would cough up blood, that he would once again taste that wonderful, metallic, red substance he had grown so fond of. He laughed, seeing how pathetic he was.

'I really must be pathetic,' he thought, 'hiding from Master in a temple far away from him...' He looked at the sky, turning a light purplish-blue as the sun was rising more.

'But he forced me to become...' He shuddered, not from the cold but from the thought and scowled in spite of himself.

'He forced me to become like this. He locked the real me away somewhere, and I have to find it.'

"No matter," Dark said, managing a weak smirk.

"I'll find out those secrets Master keeps hiding...wait-a-minute..." he sat up and saw the boy from earlier approaching.

'What's he doing here?' Dark's mind screamed, and Dark frowned.

'Shut up!' he screamed in his mind, 'Why would you care what he's doing here?' His mind laughed at him, and Dark scowled even more.

"Shut up!"

The voice reverberated off of the high peaks, and Link heard it, puzzled.

Link arrived there and saw the dark haired youth from before yelling at himself, pulling at his rather long hair ('Passed his shoulders,' Link mused in his mind, looking at the somewhat angry boy with an amused expression), scolding more and more.

"Are you alright?"

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Author's Notes: I shall leave you... in suspense! Because that's the way I am. Hopefully you're all less confused now about why Dark was hiding in the Shadow Temple. Yeah, so anyway, review with concrit, praise, or flame me if you want. I don't care.