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As Dark returns the sword to the pedestal of the Fallen Hero's timeline - in an attempt to travel back and unite his soul to the hero - he is greeted by the spirit of Hylia in the Sacred Realm.

"You will not remember this encounter, though the desire to be whole will carry through the realms." - Hylia

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Legend of Zelda | Timelines

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Sheik slinks between buildings - within the shades of stone walls that tower above. Ever so stealthy, they open the door to an abandoned house and creep inside. 

Their body held tightly in stance, always alert to move at any given moment, slumps forward and retreats to the far end of the room to collapse on a bed. A heavy exhale pushes out of the warrior’s lungs. 

A thick lulling takes over, allowing the exhaustion to take hold. Thoughts of Link and his awaiting quest weigh their mind. 

‘He is so strong. To be so resilient through all of this. May the Goddess’ watch over him now.’

Shiek’s eyes go heavy. Their body falls into a complete state of rest, disarming their otherwise unhindering demeanor. They begin to fade into the sleep.

Thoughts of Link, thoughts of Impa - dance into phosphene clouds of color on the black canvas of dwindling consciousness. 

We will succeed. The thought urges a courage in their heart. We will succeed. 

Another heavy sigh escapes their mouth. ‘We’re not alone.’ The affirmation reminds their weary worry. They imagine all of the sages awakened in the Sacred Realm - awaiting their duty to strike down the Demon King. 

The lull pulls deeper as their mind begins to soothe. The heart slows down. 

“It’s about time we met, Sheikah.” 

Sheik’s body startles to a scramble as a masculine form cages them in with a sword to the neck and a knee pinned against the spine. The stablizing grip of their right arm arches Sheik’s throat a hair’s distance from the blade. 

There is a controlled stillness to the intruder. No further words come from the figure, so Sheik takes in what little detail they can from the arm stationed over their shoulder.  

It is as dark as the shadows of the deepest corners of the room.

A phantom, Sheik assesses. Perhaps something that slinked out of the Shadow Temple when Bongo Bongo barged open their seal. 

With no other choice but to remain calm and calculated, Sheik finds their center. 

“Who are you,” Sheik asks plainly.  

They snicker at the question with what sounds like a tinge of contempt. 

“I am the Shadow of your arrogance, Princess.”

In a swift movement, the figure withdraws its grip and kicks Sheik from off the bed - knocking the breath out of them as they hit the floor with a thud. 

Quick to recoil, Sheik twists their body up from the ground and into a defensive stance against the shadow.

Red eyes stare at red eyes. Sheik falters in bewilderment. 

“A Sheikah?” 

“No more than you are.” He grunts before charging forward, knocking his forearm against Sheik’s block and back into the wall. 

Sheik juts their knee up into the torso of the shadow being, knocking it back into the middle of the room. In a swift-flowing movement, Shiek draws their daggers and lunges at him.

Blades clash and resist against each other’s strength. 

“Ya know, I thought we would have met far earlier than this.” He growls. “You just keep on making me wait.” 

Confusion begins to fall over the Sheikah with not only the shadow’s words but also the tone of his familiar voice. 

His masculine strength overcomes Sheik's and wins, knocking them back onto the floor - knee pinned suffocatingly against their chest.

Again, placed at the mercy of the blade. 

Another round of stillness. If the aim was to kill, they would be dead already. 

Sheik’s eyes adjust to the dimness of the unlit room.

That blade… 

Sheik’s eyes shift to peer directly upon the figure looming above, sharpening their focus on its features. Sheik’s heartbeat quickens, thrusting blood to drown their head with pulsing panic. 

“...Link.” Sheik proclaims, viens flooding with concerned dread. “What happened to you?” 

“I am not that fool.” speaks the phantom. 

“But you know what… I am…” The figure slams the sword down the side of Sheik's head and through the slack of their cloak, tearing it into the wood of the floor. “- Significantly…angry. With you.” 

He swings the sword to the side, leaving the shambles of the garment to fall away from Sheik’s face. 

“Zelda….” The words hiss out slowly - like angry steam from a boiling pot with low water. 

With her face exposed, she lies beneath the figure with shocked eyes that try to understand the situation. 

“What happened to you.” She tries again. 

“What happened.” The dark Link echoes eerily. “What happened is that I have had many years to finally catch up and truly understand how much you really fucked things.” 

The being smirks upon a knowing thought. “...You deserved ending up in Ganondorf’s hands in the end…” 

The shadow leans over to wrap his fingers around her neck, only gently applying pressure. “I wonder what he’s doing with you now.”  

His face changes into a grimace as the thought processes - a combination of angers washing over it.  

“What are you talking about?” The Sheikah implores, frozen to the ground at the end of his hands. 

The shadowed form of the destined boy leans even further down so that his face is intimately close to the Sheikah. 

“The timeline,” He whispers into her ear.  “-where your hero dies.”

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| THE DOWNFALLTIMELINE |

(to be continued)

He would finish that demon. He who brought about this cursed existence of half life that Dark was subjected to roam. 

And so he stalked his way into the Gerudo desert, plotting of the blood that would spill out that vile man. 

And as he approached the fortress, he saw who he had taken as the prize of battle. 

She’s not dead.

A glint of surprise danced along his mind before the rage that lived inside him for Zelda stirred. 

Might as well give my bittersweet farewell, considering I’ll likely die killing him. 

[Dark Link, after having stalked the sallowed grounds of the Hero’s demise, came to bid his bitter farewell to his fate executioner. 

What if Dark Link became the hero of the fallen timeline by traveling back to the past to return his shattered soul back his past self.

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He’d come to revel in her well-deserved karmic exchange - but the state of the aftermath only fueled the ever-growing rage of the Hero’s spirit - trapped between dimensions of limbo - skizmed as tortured parts of an unwhole self.

FROM MY TIMELINES CONCEPT

Boy, am I falling in love with this paring idea. In the first iteration of the timeline, Ganondorf slays the hero - whose soulforce laid incomplete when separated from his shadow - in which Ganondorf extracted him within the Sacred Realm.

Instead of attempting to take the demon king by surprise in a last effort - Zelda implores Dark to return the master sword and turn back time in order to rewrite it.

In Timeline 2 - Sheik and Dark must work together to prevent the end of the Hero.

"I love to hate you"

"I'll take all of you. Any day."

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I love the idea of exploring the shadow self - especially in such a weighted story like OOT. Imagine if Dark Link was exactly that - his extracted self - the accumulation of all the anguish, suffering, and anger Link has and will go through - as shattered as the timelines themselves.

Of course, there would be a part of him that was angry with Zelda -how could one not be a flurry of mixed emotions? Such begins their complex entanglement of destined souls - and the beginning of the Fierce Deity.

(YES YALL - I HAVE A FICTHEORY that ties in all timelines, Dark Link, and the Fierce Deity)

It’s almost Friday - here’s a Zelda post. 

Zelda OOT was the turning point of my creative life. Yes, that was my “awakening” XD - Ever since then, I have always wanted to tell as captivating of a story as Ocarina did and the universe as a whole. 

If you’re into LOZ, please consider dropping me a follow. I’ll post more LOZ, FMAB, and similar content bur EEOTB is the focus. 

Eclipse Era of the Beast has the undertones and influence of my absolute favorite inspiration - and I wish to share it and inspire others in the same way. 

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Legend of Zelda | Timelines | The Fallen

Dark Link Awakens - player 2 has entered the game

Here, I imagine Dark Link as a true mirror of Link - his shadow self - in every way in every accumulation of trauma that Link himself endured and would endure in timelines to come. 

Torn from the Hero’s spirit by Ganondorf’s cunning wits and dark magic when he entered the Sacred Realm, finding the hero to be trapped in a state of stasis.

Ganon saw the timelines emerge from Link’s crystalize state as his shadow grew along the convergence of timelines to this stasis moment. He knew that the hero could not reach his full potential if part of him were removed, so he extracted the youth’s ever-mounting despair and gave Dark Link his form. 

Seperated, tormented, but ever the same as the hero’s spirit. The Hero’s Shade takes up arms against the Demon King who brought him and the world so much anguish - to correct the timeline. 

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Thanks for the follows - The LOZ Timelines concept seems to resonate with ya’ll so I’ll do some more segments soon. In the meantime, please read my original manga-style comic: Eclipse Era of The Beast.