New Fan Works
Old Fan Works
This fic is based on the song, 'Disposable Heros' by Metallica off the album, 'Master of Puppets'. This is one of my favorite songs, and I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I have. Each of Metallica's songs tell a story, and 'Disposble Heros' is no exception. As you read the fic and the lyrics, hopefully you'll truly see the story unfold. Without further ado, here's my latest fic, 'Foresaken' for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!
Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant `til I fall
All around him was a endless field of blood, shed by the fallen knights. The entire army had been distroyed by the hordes of Iron Knuckles and Moblins. Link was the only survivor, and he had barely managed it. It was at this time that he wished he'd have died along with his army, but the Goddesses had denied him of that blissful wish.
He wanted out. Badly. But, he had pledged loyalty to the Royal Family, and he was a servant of Hyrule 'till he fell. No one was left to defend the kingdom except him. No one to play 'soilder'. No one could pretend none of this ever happened. He had fell victim to Ganon's trap; had played the role that was laid out infront of him perfectly. He rolled onto his back and looked up at the reddened sky.
Perfect, he thought, that's just how it should be. Stained with the blood of my army. I hope you're happy, my friends, you got to leave this foresaken world. I only wish I could join you in your eternity of paradise and bliss.....
As the last tought passed through his mind, he slipped into a much needed
~ 5:38, Hyrule Castle- Three days later~
Link opened his eyes to the sight of medics rushing about him and fussing over everything. One of the meds caught sight of him awake. "Oh, thank goodness! We were just about to give up on you and claim you dead!" he said, clasping his hands together.
"I wish you would've," Link muttered as he sat up. He grabbed his head as a rush of pain swept through him, causing a major migrain.
"Oh, you must not sit up so quickly, Sire! You suffered a severe cuncussion, and were almost dead! Praise the goddesses they didn't sacrifice you too!"
Link didn't care what the young medic said; he hated doctors, anyway. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and stood up. He buckled under all the pain that seared through him, but got back up and walked out of the room.
As he walked through the corridors of the castle, only one thing remained
on his mind- Why he had survived and the others hadn't. It didn't make
sense, and what the battle left on him was an empty feeling. It ripped
out his soul, his true self, leaving behind an empty shell of a man. All
I am is a soilder. I feel like I was made out of clay, so I could me molded
and manipulated into what they believe to be a hero. I'm not a hero. I'm
just a man who's childhood was stripped away because they wanted me, no,
a gullible boy, to do their dirty work, Link thought to himself as
he turned into the war room of the castle.
He looked aroound the room. The walls were covered with swords, scythes, and other weapons that were created to bring death. These weapons reflect on why I was made. Sometimes I think I was bred to kill. 'Do this, Link!' 'Save Hyrule for us, Link!' 'Just do as we say, Hero of Time!' I'm so finished. Please, let death come to me on swift wings....
He was startled out of his repartee by the sudden incoming Zelda. "Link! I'm so glad I found you! We need you to go train some new Knights!"
Without lifting his head or even acknowledging she was there, he replied simply, "No."
Zelda looked shocked. "What did you say? Did you just say 'no'? You need to go train those knights!" She said, a hint of anger in her voice.
"No. Train 'em yourself. I'm sick of being your little disposable hero. Zelda, can you actually look me in the eyes and say you didn't manipulate me into this hell hole of a life?"
Link stared at her, and for a breif moment their eyes met, then Zelda's darted away in another direction. "I didn't manipulate you, Link," she said, never once looking him in the eyes.
That one word made Zelda's gaze turn back to him. How could one little word cause so much damage to her conscience? The look in his eyes tore at her heart, that look of grief and emptiness. His soul didn't shine through, like it used to. She couldn't stand to look at him anymore. She turned completely around, her back facing him.
"How did you manage to get new soldiers? You manipulate them, too?"
"It's none of your busniess. I order you to go train
those soldiers, now," Zelda said coldly. Before Link could get a word of protest
in, she hastily walked out of the war room, leaving him alone with his
"It's damn right my busniess!" He yelled after her, "I ought to know just
who I'm gonna train, your royal bitchiness!" That was harsh, even for
you, his conscience told him.
He let out a growl, mad that his own conscience was telling him if his actions
were correct or not.
Zelda stormed the halls, angry and hurt and fustrated at Link at the same time. How could one insolent soldier do so much damage to her? and in a few words, even! She just couldn't shake that look from his eyes out of her memory. What she saw..... was terrifying. Looking through his eyes, he let her see just what it was like on that battlefield. War raging around them, the dead being used as shields from the cannons. She saw what he saw, as he stood, the last one alive, the last one to die. And that's what he truly wanted. To die.
She couldn't let Link die. She wouldn't allow it. She'd
tell him when he's allowed to die, and it wasn't now. She hated to admit it, but
she was in love with the boy. Head over heels in love. And he was right. She had
manipulated a young child those years ago to be molded into the perfect hero,
and in doing so she stripped him of his innosance and childhood. She felt so
dirty. She couldn't stand herself.
He was back to where he started hours ago. Back to
hating himself for surviving, hating himself because he'd hurt Zelda in
disobeying. She only did what she had to. She did it for Hyrule.
He was such a coward. He couldn't handle what he saw on
the battlefield, he couldn't handle what he did to Zelda, he was even afraid of
his own disobedience. Hyrule doesn't need a coward like him; they need a
courageous hero like Zelda had made him believe he was.
He couldn't hide the fact that he had become a servant.
Ever since that day that the Great Deku Tree gave him his own fairy, he'd become
a servant to Zelda's every word. He got the spiritual stones for her, like she
wanted, and even defeated Ganondorf like she wanted. He was nothing less than a
Zelda realized that she had become blinded to Link's condition. She couldn't hide from the truth anymore.
She walked silently towards the northern wing and
stopped at one of the many windows. Thats when she noticed the troops of Moblins
and other badies heading towards the castle, all lead by Ganon. She quickly ran
back to Link.
So there Link stood, with the new troops of Hyrule standing behind him, awaiting their inevitible deaths. The cannons of Ganon's troops did nothing to scare Link away now, like it used to.
As his troops attacked, the bells in the Temple of Time sounded off the hour. The troops had better get used to it now. Those bells would be counting off the hours left to live.
He had become more of a man in those short years of fighting off Ganon to protect the Triforce. More now a glory seeker. Did anything to please.
The battle ended. Guess who survived..... again. He took
one quick glance over the field. The only other being standing was Ganon. As
long as he lives..... and as long as I live..... the slaughter will never end.
Ganon rushes towards Link, his sword in attack form. Link makes no moves to stop the attack.
What? Who's there? Navi? Link thinks as Navi's tiny voice is heard in his mind. She had died three years ago, and he could still hear her soul talking to him.
You're going to die! Attack him, Link! You can do it!
Why? Am I dying? Let him kill me. I have no fear anymore. Link thought. He then closed his eyes, awaiting his swift death he knew Ganondorf would give him.
That's not what the Link I know would do! Navi said.
The Link you know was a lie, Navi. I lived off a lie. I can't do that anymore.
Hell is here, and I'm going to embrace it with a longing. Link answered.
What about Zelda? Navi questioned. You love her, you told me so yourself. Would you really want to leave her behind, alone?
She manipulated me, Navi. I realize I was born to die, not to be a hero.
A hero wouldn't let his troops be slaughtered on a battlefield, would he?
Ganon closed the gap between himself and Link, and for once Link was finally
at peace, happy that his tormented soul could now find happiness.
Zelda ran to Links lifeless body, and wept. She'd never again hear his voice, never again be able to see those blue eyes that were once so full of life. She knew he was now and forever happy, but she'd never be. She took his dagger out of the shieth, and plunged it into her heart. She wanted to be with him forever, wanting to be by his side.
As her spirit joined his in that eternal slumber, a smile spread across his face. He was where he was supposed to be, with the woman he loved so much, never to be foresaken again with the torment of the battlefield again.