Oracle of Secrets
Chapter 1: Light Cataclysm
In the largely dark, empty room, a dim light shined in between two female figures.  One of them wore a rather odd outfit to say the least.  The top part looked somewhat similar to plate armor, except that she was wearing a metal bikini of sorts, so it was clear the armor was merely cosmetic.  The shoulders of the armor stuck out like a claw, while on her elbows, she was wearing spiked guards, with what appeared to be a cloth connected to the ends and going around her backside.  The bottom half started out as the same kind of armor but partway down, it seemed to turn into a dress with a tabard in front of her legs.  However, the oddest part of her outfit was the helmet, or rather, what looked like a helmet.  It came down across her right eye with her hair sticking in front, and a long, nail-like piece jutted out of the right side, curling around frontward.  In her left hand, she held an ultraviolet flame, the only light source in the room, so it was hard to tell what color everything was, but her outfit seemed to be dark colored, except for the dress, and her hair seemed to be a red-orange, with her eyes faintly glowing the same color.  Perhaps the most shocking of all, was that she had teal skin, the same as twili, except there were no glowing tattoos in sight.  She slowly rose the flame, revealing a striking face, and called out, “Awaken, captured one!  I, Veran, the Sorceress of Shadows, command it!”

As she bellowed this, the other figure rose.  This one seemed to be a young Hylian girl, but upon closer inspection, she had short green hair, tied into a pair of buns, and the same color eyes, initially sleepy looking, but within a split second, wide awake, both from Veran’s spell and from shock as to where she was.  Looking down, her dress was somewhat formal, not unlike what young girls might wear on special occasions, though this dress was more Victorian era.  As she looked at the woman before her, her mouth was agape, and for a few moments, all she could do was stammer.  When she finally recovered from her initial shock at her apparent kidnapping, she got the courage to ask, “Where am I?  What’s going on?  Why did you kidnap an ordinary girl like me?”

Veran retorted, “Well, I thought you’d already know the answer, Farore, Oracle of Secrets!”  At that, Farore gasped.

“H-how did you know?  And, furthermore, what do you plan to do with me?  Whatever it is, you won’t get away with it, Veran!” Farore spat.

The sorceress then icily replied, “Wow, I was worried for a moment I got the wrong girl.”

The Oracle persisted, “Just tell me what you want, already!”

“Fine, fine.  If you know who I am, you already know about my powers, right?”

“Yeah...uh oh!  You don’t mean…!”

“Exactly.  You will be mine very, very soon.”

“What makes you think you can possess me?  I’m an Oracle, an avatar of the Goddesses!”

“Oh, I doubt you’ll be any more difficult a host than Nayru ever was.”

“Wha…you…remember that…?  Not even the Oracle of Ages remembered after the Goddesses wiped the memory of everyone in the Demairi!  I was the only one to have a record of Labrynna’s darker days!  How did you evade that?”

“The same way you did, girl.  I wasn’t on the planet at the time.  Shortly before Link brought me to the brink of death, my contingency spell went off.  ‘Should I be robbed of great vitality, send me to another world’ was the spell.  The plane shift effect sent me here, to Gehenna.  I meant to come here merely to recover, but after I did, I noticed this place was deathly bleak, eternal cloudy night covering a land of volcanoes, wastelands, caverns, dark cities filled with ghastly warehouses, factories, and architecture that seems to break the laws of physics in Demairi.  In other words, it was my kind of place, and the beings here were my kind of people.  Besides, I didn’t know how to leave back then.  But I knew there was a way.  I plotted, gathered a power base, eventually becoming a crime lord, and came up with a plot to conquer your world.  My yugoloth servants went to the Demairi, captured the seven Sages, as well as the Legendary Hero, and locked them away in the dungeons of this world.  They will be my ticket out of here.  And you, Farore, will be my ticket to power once we return.  Once I possess you, I will let loose everyone’s secret thoughts.  I will let, no, force, everyone to act on their impulses, to blurt out the truth, to frown at the good and smile at the bad.  While this is causing civilization to crumble, I will bide my time, waiting for the portal to open, and by the time it does, the Demairi will be so chaotic they’ll be begging me to be Empress of the World.  A bloodless coup I will have, and then I will finally have what I deserve!” As Veran finished her speech, she laughed maniacally.

All this time, Farore was thinking Veran was totally off her rocker.  Even in her fearful, incarcerated state, she couldn’t help but crack a smile as Veran explained how she had arrived in Gehenna.  Then, when the Sorceress finished, the Oracle gasped at her plot, more panicked than before.  The Hero was gone.  The Sages incapacitated.  Veran had an army of monsters ready to lay down their lives for their mafia.  All were working towards her escape.  And Farore was to sit tight, watching as her own powers were being used to unravel society.  Veran took her ethereal form, and as Farore attempted to escape, she noticed she was chained against the wall.  She struggled hard, but it was too late.  As Veran’s soul entered her body, she closed her eyes, and resigned to her fate.  The Cataclysm was beginning again, the element of Light flooding the Demairi at such a rate that everything would be over within a matter of a few years…no, months.  As she struggled against Veran’s superior will, she mentally sighed I’m sorry, my Demairi…I have failed.  A single tear had time to escape her eye as Veran took hold.  Then, she, or rather, the entity inside her, grinned menacingly, and cackled.  Phases I and II of Veran’s plan were complete, and the rest was easy.  No one could stop her.  She had won.  As soon as one of her three generals, an Ultroloth shape shifter, ironically named Kasuto, finished his task, and turned her demoralizing bluff to Farore into reality.

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Inside Princess Zelda's bedroom at North Castle, a young woman woke with a start, screaming bloody murder at her latest nightmare.  “Impa!” the young monarch cried in the night.  She had wanted to tell her attendant and bodyguard, the immortal Sheikah warrior, ironically the last of her race, about the nightmare, worse even than the ones she had a few years ago about Ganon’s return, and the Nightmare Island.  But no one came.  She waited, and waited, then decided to get up and look for her.  She walked down the hall to Impa’s quarters, cracked the door, and to her horror, saw Impa struggling with an odd creature she had never seen before.  Except in her dream.  Now she needed someone more than ever, but there was no one.  Her father died a few years ago at Agahnim’s hands, her mother had died in childbirth, and now she would lose Impa as well.  Even though Impa was a phenomenal warrior, trained in the ways of Sheikah ninjitsu since her birth, the years had done a number on her, and the demon was both powerful and unfamiliar.  All Zelda could do was run to her bed, and hope that Link was all right.  The nightmare was real, and Zelda knew it was only just beginning.