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By: Inori

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 sleep.

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well

~ 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.

Bred to kill, not to care
Just do as we say
Finished here, Greeting Death
He's yours to take away

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 thoughts.

Back to the front
You will do what I say, when I say

"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.

Back to the front
You will die when I say, you must die

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.

Back to the front

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.

You coward

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.

You servant

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 servant.

You blindman

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.

Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
Bodies fill the fields I see
The slaughter never ends

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.

Why, Am I dying?
Kill, have no fear
Lie, live off lying
Hell, Hell is here

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.

I was born for dying

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?

Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
Left to die with only friend
Alone I clench my gun

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.