OOC: Headline: I'm leaving Hyrule Adventures. I'm not, however, leaving you hanging on my storyline. Therefore, I'll be typing it all up right here. Turn on some epic music, and prepare for the end of my story, climactic as it may be.

Requiem for a Dream [Lord of the Rings edition] by: Clint Mansell
Apocalypse please by: Muse
Dead Eternity by: In Flames
Sail on by: Masterplan

These are the songs I listened to while typing it all up. Enjoy. This takes place after the defeat of Ghoma. Here we go guys:


IC:



With Ghoma slain, Dogura wiped a bit of grime off of his otherwise unscathed face. Disgusted, he shuddered, and sheathed his sword. Stepping out into the greens of the south yet again never felt so real. The samurai looked out at the horizon, and smiled. "Home Sweet home!" He cried out, his eyes wide. A mist settled in on the immediate area, and it began to concentrate on the space next to Dogura. Soon, it turned to a small whirlpool, and when it dispelled, a familiar mage stood in it's wake. Fang Gengai stared over the horizon along with Dogura. "Fang." Dogura said. "Dogura." Fang muttered back, nodding in affirmation.

Silently, the sound of wings made it to the samurai's Hylian ears. Darkin landed to the other side of Dogura. "Its been a while eh?" He asked, still in shock that they were near home. Dogura nodded, as memories began flooding his mind. "Well. What are we waiting for?!" The samurai shouted, in an almost childish excitement. Darting off through the meadow before him, he shot through with blinding speed. "Hey, wait up!" Darkin cried, as Fang too had shot off after Dogura. Darkin took off in a stumble, but rose up into the air, being careful not to lose sight of the duo.

- - -

After about an hour of travel, Darkin and Fang soaring overhead, Darkin noticed something at the same time Fang did. They each casted each other a glance, and dropped down out of the sky to Dogura's level. "Hey. Dogura. Slow down a minute." Fang called out, decreasing his speed as well. Coming to a stop, the samurai leaned over, and put his hands on his knees, catching his breath. "Quite a work-out eh?" Dogura chuckled, breathing heavily. Darkin landed by Dogura, kneeling down to look him in the eyes. "Thats not our problem. There are a number of Moblins up ahead." Fang nodded. "I'd estimate about about 50. They're guarding some kind of fort." Dogura stood up, and grinned. "Then let us greet them!"

- - -

Moblins traversed a meadow, some of them munching on what looked like Octorok meat. One of them was on it's regular patrolling route, when it suddenly stopped, and looked into the sky. It squinted to see what was falling from the sky. "Grugga MUP KLIN-" before it could cry out anymore, an enormous inferno swept the area, burning those in the immediate vicinity to a crisp, and frying others beyond repair. Suddenly, another wave, this time of dark magic, poured over the area like a blanket of evil, transforming about half of the remaining squad to harmless Cuccos, after which a mist fell over the area. A shadow shot through the mist, cutting down anything in it's path. The frantic screams of the Moblins would forever haunt the area, and anyone in earshot, as more blasts of fire, ice, and lightning struck the fort that was now crumbling. Many Moblins dropped their spears, and attempted to flee. Dogura moved through the area like a deadly wind, hacking away at the opposition. Suddenly, all was silent. The mist lifted, and three forms stood over the bodies, that would be sure to reek if they weren't cleaned up by the crows already circling overhead.

"Nice work with the mist Fang."
"Aye."
"Just like old times eh Darkin?"
"Heh... Our old strategy."
"Hey Fang... Think you could slow roast a few of those Cuccos?"
"Dogura... you know how I feel about eating poultry..."
"Ha Ha Ha! Some things never change!"

With that, Darkin and Fang took flight, as Dogura worked his way into run, as they once more sped off towards their long lost home...

- - -

Only a mile from home. Just one mile. I can't believe it... I'm so close to home... I'm coming... my kingdom. Just hold on a little longer... Rendd silently followed, closing his eyes, and shaking his head... Dogura began to smile, as he ran faster- that is until, a gasp was heard overhead. Dogura's smiled turned to a concerned look, as he came to the gates of his kingdom. They were destroyed. No guards awaited him at the gate. The guards who kept him inside the gates, stood there no more. Dogura slowly approached the gates, Darkin and Fang landing next to him. "Dogura..." Darkin said solemnly. "You're not going to... I can't even... Shadowclaw..." He muttered, slowly beginning to cry. Dogura knew full well that Darkin never cried, unless of course, a family member had been reported dead. Dogura stepped through the crumbled gates, and walked up the path that was usually dense with the public. Never had he seen the main road so desolate. He started into a jog, as he approached Center Shadowclaw: The place where everything happened. The center of the kingdom. As he stepped into the clearing, his eyes widened with sadness... Fear... Rage... And the will to believe not in what he was seeing before him.

Shadowclaw was in ruins.

Darkin appeared at Dogura's side, even Fang letting a small whimper a few feet back. Dogura looked around. The market square was destroyed. The old Academy was in ruins. The forbidden forest no longer surrounded the city. They had most likely been burned. The King's Tower no longer loomed over the Kingdom. It wasn't visible from where Dogura was standing, which was new. As Dogura looked around, screams erupted from nowhere. The cries of people coated the air, as the sounds of fire blazed in his ears. Roars of beasts, and the sound of children screaming. The sound of building crumbling. The sound of the end of the world was ringing through his Hylian ears. Suddenly, a familiar screaming reached his ears, as he fell to his knees. His own. Covering his face with his hands, he wept, and screamed, and pounded the earth with his fists until they grew bloody. Emotions unlike anyone had experienced flooded his being, his memories burning like his home. Everything that had meaning to him in any way, was no longer standing where it formerly had. Fang fell to a knee, as he also began to weep. Darkin was the only one left standing. He stared at the carnage without even blinking, his breathing regulated.

For some reason, no emotions rang out in his body. Only nothingness clouded his thoughts. As if someone had ripped the paper of his conscience, he simply sat down, and stared wide eyed. The clouds began to come together, as rain began to pour down upon what was once glorified by great cities and peoples. Dogura screamed out in frustration yet again, as he raked the dirt road with his fingers. He began to tremble violently, and he stood up, his eyes narrowed. His being, now cold, stood in the wake of destruction. Fang looked up, to see Dogura walking away. Darkin glanced in the samurai's direction, and then stood up, and followed, not uttering a single word. Darkin, made fearless by the disaster, was now stronger inside. No longer did his being matter to him. Dogura, made wiser by the havoc, walked down another path, with the knowledge that life was nonexistent, along with the conscience of the Goddess who watched as this happened, yet lifted not a finger to stop it from happening.

Fang, made more powerful by his rage, got to his feet, and hurried after his comrades, stumbling now and again, in a state of mind that few experience. The trio walked through the rain, which grew heavier and heavier. Dogura, the Wise. Fang, the Powerful. Darkin the Courageous. The seeds of Shadowclaw, the only ones left. Thinking deeper than ever before, the samurai figured a few of life's secrets before, remembering something interesting that could shed light on who destroyed Shadowclaw. Dogura knew full well that when Ash hardens, it leaves traces of what was imprinted in it. Since the forbidden forest was most likely burned to the ground, there could be evidence deep within it's reaches. Following Dogura, Darkin and Fang walked over where a vast forest once stood. Just as the samurai had suspected, footprints were engraved into the hardened ash. The human footprints, we followed by... Moblin footprints. Fang noticed this shortly after Dogura, and knew that Dogura now wanted revenge for his people. fang's mouth curled up into a twisted smile. He wanted the same thing for his kingdom. Now, the both of them shared a hatred. And sharing hatred is the equivalent to sharing love, in a polar opposite way.

This is something Fang had come to realize. Now that they shared a hatred, little would stand in the way of their goal. Something he hadn't expected then erupted from behind him. "Those damn, dirty, vile, no good sons of bitches..." Fang and Dogura both turned around, both a bit taken back by what their avionic friend had just muttered. Darkin wasn't one to swear, or to hold grudges. Dogura and Fang both felt the hate emanating off of their friend. Darkin was turned around, and was staring down at the earth. His fists clenched, and a dark purple energy thriving about them, Darkin turned and stared into Dogura's eyes. "We'll kill them." A horrid look in Darkin's eyes. The eyes of the insane. The eyes of the murderous. The eyes of hatred. Both Dogura and fang knew those eyes. Fang closed his eyes, and clenched his fists as well. We're now an unstoppable force... He thought, letting the hatred flow from his being. Dogura's sharp voice cut the silence that was hanging over the group. "We'll not kill them. Not before we take everything we possibly can from them. We'll slaughter them after we've caused them grief."

The demon no longer struggled for control. With Dogura having hatred equal to it's own, Shadowclaw no longer had to fight for a share of the vagabond's mind. They had melded together, and become one. Fang had sensed it first, and if Darkin had noticed it before, he hadn't said anything. Dogura seemed to be a different person. As the samurai followed the tracks, his comrades followed him. They ended abruptly at a grassy area. The footprints were no longer visible, but they had served their purpose. In the distance, a castle loomed on the horizon. It was large, and most likely three or four miles away. The monsters had established a base camp not far from what was most likely their hardest fought siege. Dogura knew that Shadowclaw's forces were not to be taken lightly, and most likely fought until the very end. "... Moblins... Such stupid creatures." Darkin said in a low voice, as he spread his magnificent wings, and took flight. Fang followed suit, and launched into the sky, leaving a trail of a purple lighting behind him as he picked up speed.

Dogura stood at the edge of the field, and stared at the castle. As he watched Darkin and Fang fly out in the distance, the samurai muttered something under his breath, reached into his armor, and removed something. Staring at it, he dropped it in the grass, and shot off into the distance as he followed his allies into the Moblin-slaughter. In the grass, far behind him, lay a shiny golden locket, which contained nothing more than a picture of a young woman...

- - -

As the trio reached the castle's gates, they stopped, and stood before the massive barrier. A large black gate prevented their entrance, as did the patrolling Moblins in the area. Standing side by side, Darkin and Fang both lifted their arms, their palms facing forward. Fire erupted from the both of them, consuming the gate in it's entirety. It melted fast, and was now reduced to a puddle of cooling iron and steel. An army of about 30 Moblins rushed frantically to stop the intruders where they stood at the gates, but they were immediately frozen in place, like horrid sculptures that would forever grace the area with their presence. Darkin had fired an ice spell, which had struck home. About 75% of the welcoming wagon had been dealt with at that instant. Before the remaining Moblins could comprehend what had happened to their masses of allies, they were diced to pieces by the member that they had failed to realize had disappeared. Dogura stood in their blood, as he looked onward to the drawbridge that had been raised, most likely at that moment. Darkin and Fang again worked together to bring it down. Using dark magics, they cut the iron chains that held the drawbridge in it's place.

It came crashing down at Dogura's feet, and the trio made their way across it. Inside the castle, about 50 Moblin archers lined the balcony that wrapped around the room. They immediately opened fire on the intruders, but Fang had been faster. A barrier had been raised around the group, arrows falling helplessly to the ground around them. Dogura dove into a shadow inside the barrier, and suddenly, screams erupted on the west side of the room. Moblins began falling, all at once, some toppling over the balcony and hitting the floor. None of them had been armed with close range weaponry, and they were helpless to Dogura's rampage. Some Moblins across the room began to fire at the samurai, but they only managed to murder their own with their frantic aiming. Fang let down the barrier, just as Darkin had cast a light spell on the Moblins on the North side of the room. They were engulfed in the energy, and they were flung across the room like marionettes, who's strings were held by the puppeteer that was death. Dogura finished his sweep, and landed in the center of the room between the two mages.

A large wooden door stood tall on the other side of the room. With explosive magics, it was flung from it's hinges, and landed on the other side of the next room in separate pieces. In this room, about 60 armored Moblins, each armed with a spear, stood in about 5 phalanxes which guarded the stairwell behind them. Fang walked out in front, and raised both of his hands. Dogura and Darkin knew immediately what Fang was going to attempt. It was a team attack that they had formed long ago for just such an occasion. Darkin and Dogura placed their hands on Fang's soldiers, and began forcefully propelling energy into Fang's body. Coupled with his own energy, he unleashed a mighty inferno which engulfed the entire room. The heat made the trio sweat, and the Moblins were surely being baked alive, even inside their armor. When Fang stopped the barrage of flames, nothing was left in the room, but ashes sprinkled here and there. Darkin removed two large containers from his bag, and handed one of them to Fang. Gulping down the green liquid it held, they discarded the bottles, and followed Dogura quickly up the stairwell, and onto the next floor.

On the next floor, which was a rather small torch lit room, a squadron of six Moblins, two Darknuts, and three Wizzrobes stood ready for the intruders. They had obviously heard the destruction down stairs, and had prepared, for the Wizzrobes each had already concocted a spell. Darkin raised a barrier, which blocked all the spells which hurled towards the trio. Fang shot a water spell straight for the Wizzrobes, knocking them unconscious The Darknuts were already stampeding towards the group, and Dogura was well prepared. Leaping at about shoulder height, the samurai's precision was nothing less than breath taking. His sword cut straight down the only path that was narrowly unprotected. The neck. A head soared through the air, making a clanging noise as it hit the floor. Darkin raised a nature based spell from the floor, taking out three of the six Moblins. The other Darknut was headed straight for Dogura, intent on revenge for it's fallen comrade. However, Dogura saw it coming long before the monster even set into action. grabbing a bit of flammable powder from his satchel, Dogura breathed in, and exhaled hot gases that set the powder ablaze, stopping the monster in it's tracks, and frying it within it's armor. Dropping it's sword, it made a futile attempt to block the heat-wave, and fell to the floor in a heap. With that, fang and Darkin shot ice spells at the three remaining Moblins. They were close to striking before they were frozen, so much so that a spear was inches away from Fang's face before they had come to a stop.

Another stairway was visible across the hot room, and the trio immediately ascended it, coming to an area exposed to the outside. Rain was still pouring down upon the land, and the roof-like area was soaked. Nothing but an Iron Knuckle stood in their way, wielding a giant axe. Fang simply conjured a wave a dark-magic, and before it could lift it's axe, it was knocked over the edge of the castle. A heavy thud was heard, as it hit the ground, instantly dieing. Ascending another staircase, which led into the castle, the group came to a golden double-door, which had what resembled a Moblin head for a handle on each side. Nose rings hung from their snouts to serve as a grip. Dogura reached for the handles, and pulled the door open, his face as emotionless as when he entered the castle. Surprisingly, the door wasn't locked in any way. Inside, was nothing but a staircase, lit by torches on the way up. The group ascended the staircase, and followed up it's winding path. Finally, they came to one more door, just as before. Dogura pulled it open, his comrades standing close to his side. The door was heavy, but the samurai finally succeeded in prying it open. And then- the unexpected.

A beautiful room was suddenly brought into view. A red carpet extended from the doorway in which they stood, to about 150 yards across the room. A throne sat at the very end, and in the throne sat a masked figure. The roof was high over their heads, and pillars reached out to the ceiling above, where a stained glass window provided a bit of light at the top of the already well lit room. Suddenly, the samurai's eyes widened, as did Darkin's. "Dogura!" Darkin said quickly. Dogura nodded. "I know..." They both sensed a familiar aura. "I can't pinpoint who it is... but the aura is familiar." Darkin said, thinking hard. Dogura had the same feeling. Fang was clueless to the situation, which gave Dogura a helpful hint. It was someone only Darkin and Dogura knew well, which narrowed it down to only a handful of people. And those who's auras the samurai was well acquainted with, were out of the picture, which led to only about 8 people. Before anyone could think upon the subject anymore, a sound was heard from across the room.

Clapping

The masked man or woman was applauding from across the room. "Hmhmhmhm... You'd grown so much... Dogura Shadowclaw." Dogura frowned, and glared at the figure. "Oh!... and is that Darkin? My, my, you're still friends eh?" Dogura knew it must have been someone from their childhood days... someone who saw them growing up. A resident of Shadowclaw. "Who are you anyways?" Fang called out, taking a few steps ahead. The figure was resting his head on his hand, as he leaned to one of the arm-rests on his throne. "Why... you don't know me yet? Be careful... you might hurt my feelings." Darkin gritted his teeth, and stepped forward to fall in line with his allies. "I think I know who you are... and I'm having trouble believing it." Dogura nodded. "Aye. Long time no see... Uncle." The masked man stood up, and walked slowly down the steps of his throne, laughing like a maniac. He removed the mask, and tossed it to the floor. His face was narrow, much like Dogura's. His body was slender, and he carried a certain elegance about him. "Ho ho ho! Quite the detectives you are."

Dogura gripped his sword tighter and tighter. "Uncle Tybalt." The man turned to the side, and looked upward. "Please, Dogura... call me father." Dogura's eyes narrowed. "What is this crazy talk?!" Tybalt sneered in Dogura's direction, and pointed a long finger at him, or so it seemed. "Rendd... The charade is over. Its time he knew, don't you think? I know you're there, and if you don't tell him, then let there be no uncertainty, I will." A wispy cloud took shape next to Dogura. Darkin eyed the formation, as did Fang. Fang was slowly conjuring a spell, preparing for any surprises.

Dogura... I'm sorry. Its true...

Dogura dropped his sword, and took a step back, his face whitening. "Wh-... wh-... how... what do you mean dad?!?"

Please... don't call me dad anymore... I don't deserve that title.

Fang, Darkin, and Tybalt stood silently, eager to hear what the apparition had to say next. A tear slid down Dogura's cheek, not just out of sadness, but shock.

Understand please... I...

"You what, king Shadowclaw?" Tybalt called out from across the room. Rendd looked up at Dogura. "I'm not your real father. Tybalt is. I only made you to believe that becau-"

"Because you didn't want to seal the family demon in your own son?" Tybalt interrupted once more.

Dogura... I couldn't bare to watch my own son go through what I had to, or what my father had to, or what his father had to... I...

"I'll tell you what he did! He sacrificed his own brother's son to save his own!"

DON'T SPEAK OUT OF LINE VILE CREATURE!!

Tybalt put a hand up to his mouth to pantomime a shocked expression. "Ho, ho! You have the nerve to call me vile?"

Dogura's eyes were wide with fear, shock, and complete surprise. "Y-you used me?! You told me I was your son... It was never my burden to carry?!?" Dogura cried out, frustrated. "You had the chance to be normal." Tybalt called from again from across the room. He again pointed a finger at the wispy cloud before them. "But that man took that chance away from you."

Son... no. Dogura. Nephew. I'm sorry...

All was silent for a moment. And then: laughter. A chuckling rang out throughout the room. All eyes turned to Dogura, who was looking down at the floor, slowly trembling with laughter. Suddenly, his head shot upward, and his silent laughter turned to maniacal roars of laughter. Tears streamed down his face as he laughed. Darkin and Fang looked at the man pitifully. They couldn't comprehend what he was feeling, and they knew it. They knew not what normal behavior was in this situation, and couldn't label it as an abnormality. Dogura smiled wide, not a happy warm smile, but an eerie crooked smile. "TYBALT!" He cried out. "YOUR FORCES DESTROYED MY HOME! AND YOUR BROTHER HAS DESTROYED, NO, SHATTERED MY TRANQUILITY AS A BEING!! GIVE ME A REASON NOT TO KILL YOU WHERE YOU NOW STAND!" Tybalt took a step back, and gritted his teeth.

"Dogura! My boy! I did this for you! All those people that laughed at you! All those people that shunned you because you were a freak! They decided to take you away from your mother and I! The people drove her to suicide! I destroyed them! All for you!" Dogura, in quick movement, launched his dagger at the man. He raised his arms to block it, but it was driven deep into his right forearm. The man yelped in pain, and lowered his arms. "WHY YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE-" before he say anymore, Dogura was inches from his face. "Why did you not raise me, dad? Why did you not come to my birthdays dad? Why did you destroy what I had come to accept and love dad? You took away the only thing I had come to be proud of dad. Was it also you that took Azelea from me? Was it not you who sent your army of Moblins to rid yourself of my existence, dad? Tybalt's face was pale, as he took a step backward. Dogura took a step forward, holding his sword tightly in hand. "How ironic... T'will be I that rids Hyrule your existence... And tis the world that will benefit from it... "Stop!" Tybalt cried out, grabbing a spear that was propped against his throne. "Don't come any closer! I'm warning you Dogura, you'll pay dearly!!"

"Pay what... You've taken all I had away from me..." Dogura shot forward, and had driven his sword deep through Tybalt's heart before the man could lift his spear. Tybalt Shadowclaw fell to his knees, and hit the floor, blood shooting out from beneath him. Dogura turned, and stared at his comrades. "Thanks for the memories... friends."

With that said, Dogura turned his sword inward, and drove his own sword through himself. He fell to a knee, and his vision began to blur. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was Darkin and Fang shouting something, and rushing to his aid. All went dark for the samurai. All would remain dark for the eternity to come. Dogura had gone to the underworld, and had become the most feared demon in hell. Before long he had become the supreme overlord of the underworld, and was responsible for dragging souls down to hell. He would forever be known as the grim reaper of the battle fields... Darkin was never heard from again, and Fang eventually died in a fight for the Deca-force, or the Sacred Stones as they had come to be known.

Ages would come and go, and the story would never be told. If by chance, someone explored the castle, they would find the remains of a great war. A war for a fallen nation. They would find Moblins preserved in ice,random sets of scorched armor, and the bodies of Dogura and his father. The haunted castle would contain the screams of the Moblins that were slaughtered that day. Spirits would roam the areas of which the epic story took place. Rendd's divine spirit would forever stand in the throne room near where the death of his brother, and his nephew occurred, praying for forgiveness. A heavy blanket of sorrow would hang over the area for the rest of eternity. The last thing a dieing criminal would see before his life ended would be the silhouette of a samurai who had long since passed away. Forever bringing justice from the shadows of where he dwelled, Dogura would live on spiritually. Nobody would know what happened to Dogura, nor would they care. A small funeral would be held for him should he remain missing. That is the end of a legend that would be forever passed on among the souls that watched it unfold...

The End