The sweat and rain poured down the face of the young warrior as he stood to face the most lethal foe he had ever encountered. The mighty skeleton warrior towered over the young hero. Link drew his sword, and brought his sword into a readied stance as the enemy charged for its first attack. The thunder from the storm shook the, once green and peaceful, Hyrule Field, the lightning flashed through the sky like a sunburst that illuminated the entire field. All could be seen. The ranch upon the hill, the castle’s drawbridge in the upward position, the river flowed freely, and the charging minion coming strait for Link.

The initial attack was dodged by the nimble hero, but sent him flying into a deep pool of mud and water. Clearing his face of the brown distraction, Link once again stood in a readied position. The strong Stalfos swung his sword with such grace and power that it sent Link flying across the field and impacted him upon a broken, and battered tree.

The pain was excruciating and blood was beginning to pour from his mouth and nose, but the gallant hero that he was, he stood his ground, and would take this battle to the very end, even if death did result.

The Stalfos moved over to Link’s position and beckoned him to return to the battle. Meeting the challenge Link thrust his sword in the direction of the skeleton warrior, but was met with a dodge and a crack on the back of the head with the handle of the minion’s sword. 

The storm, brewing for more than 2 days, began to unleash torrid after torrid of rain that flooded the rain-saturated field even more, the river was at the brink of overflow, and the lowlands were beginning to morph into makeshift lakes. From the distance all that could be seen was the sparks of metal meeting metal, and the form of two beings.

The training that Link received finally came into play; he sparred, dodged, and battled the Stalfos knight with such grace as a royal swordsman.

An opportunity was given and taken by the young hero as he planted a carefully placed blow to the shoulder of the skeleton knight separating the arm from the torso. As the Stalfos was nothing more than reanimated bones, no pain ensued, but what did left Link on the ground with a sword adjacent to his face. For the first time in the battle the Stalfos spoke:

“Foolish child,” he said, “you believe that you are a match for me, my reanimation has been preformed by the greatest of the necromancers in this land, my training by the leading swordsmen, and my abilities are second to none, you are truly pathetic.”

Link saw into the eyes of his foe, he saw the anger that had been placed there, he saw the desires he wished to hide, and he saw an advantage: his sword no more than two feet from his hand.

The storm began to breakup, but still the persistent rain drenched the warriors, as the thunder rattled every bone in their bodies and the lightning blinded then from their surroundings.

Link waited for the perfect moment. The lightning flashed, his hand moved, the Stalfos’ sword lunged at him, and a great ball of light flashed through the field as Link’s sword was thrust into the chest cavity of his enemy.

The Stalfos dropped his sword, and shield as Link backed away. The bones that made up this being were slowly darkening and beginning to evaporate into the air in an aura of red and crimson fire that illuminated even the darkest corners of the field.

“You may believe this to be over boy,” the Stalfos stated “yet you don’t know the plans that your new king has for this land, all good will be cleansed as the evil from all regions inhabits this world and everything that matters to you will be gone, once the worlds are merged, and the spectrums crossed, your life will be nothing but a memory.”

With the final words spoken by the resilient warrior, Link, with a mighty throwing arm, whirled his sword to the perfect spot that removed the skeleton’s head from his body. An ensuing explosion of light and fire sent the triumphant warrior leaping through the air and flying into a near by wall, where he lay unconscious. Yet, this slumber was not met with peace, the images of another world, another dimension, another spectrum shown bright in his eyes, and echoed loud within his ears.