(

)made my new fancfic
Name:Zeph
Race: Sheikah, now a poe
Age: 20 years at death
Gender: Male
Bio: Zeph was once a valiant prince of the Sheikah tribe. At a young age, he traveled into a dark cave and came upon a man from the desert. He befriended the man, the one who later became known as the Dark Lord Ganondorf, not knowing what the man would soon become. Zeph, being a kind hearted prince, invited him to his castle in later times, but his people did not trust this Ganondorf and would not let him enter their land. The man was turned away, and was not seen for nearly a decade (seven years to be exact). At the end of that time, the young Zeph had become a proud warrior and was about to be recognized as the new leader of his people. Before his crowning, just as he was about to take the stand for a speech, the doors of his palace were blown open as the bodies of two of Zeph’s personal guards were thrown inside by an intruder.
“It amazes me how long an old Sheikah will fight a loosing battle.” The mysterious man said. His dark armored minions broke into the castle and began to slaughter Zeph’s people. The man who first entered removed his hood to reveal the same dark skinned face that Zeph had known from all those many years ago. During the battle, Zeph led Ganondorf onto the high roof of his castle, where they would be far from any aid, both Zeph and Ganondorf alike. A storm was brewing overhead as the two stared each other down. Their battle went blow for blow, and the prince was beginning to become weary. In a last ditch effort to rid the world of this vile man, he unveiled a secret weapon. He tore his own shirt at the sleeves, exposing red markings on both of his arms. Raising his palms to the sky, he gathered all the energy he had left and let loose a devastating blow. Red sparks covered the roof, and the great Ganondorf fell from it to the ground. Zeph had used up all of his energy, and couldn’t stop himself when he too began to fall off. He landed hard on the ground, facing the rain that was falling all over him. With his vision blurred by the pain and his exhaustion, he almost didn’t recognize the man that walked up to him. Ganondorf was still alive, and with one massive hand, lifted the now helpless Sheikah off of the ground by his neck. He said something, but Zeph couldn’t make it out. With a malicious grin on his face, Ganondorf snapped the Sheikah’s neck and tossed his body aside.
Ganondorf was responsible for the fall of the Sheikah tribe and the death of their beloved prince. Though he was now dead, Zeph could not let that man get away with what he had done. He returned to his home, now in ruins, as a vengeful poe. Taking bow in hand, he left his home in search on the man who destroyed his home, his family, and his life. He will not rest until his revenge is complete.
omg thank you Mel! i luv ur fanfic thingy better than mine
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