It was violent and sudden when the Upheaval began.

The castle shook, stones fell, and strange stone structures started to fall out of the sky… not to mention the gaping chasms that began to open, painting the world a bloody shade of crimson.

You ran for your life. Across the field, trying and failing to locate the princess, panicking so much you felt as if your heart may burst. Where was she? Where was Link?

You couldn’t do anything. You were a palace servant, and you’d never picked up a sword in your entire life.

And then all of a sudden, something grabbed you. Hard. By your wrists, waist, ankles… hands. Hands that came straight out of the ground with eyes in their palms, withered, hissing hands.

Too terrified to move, you let them drag you through the chasm underneath them, holding your breath. You don’t know how long this went on, but they finally let go of you to drop you on the ground.

“…my most loyal servant.” A thunderous voice echoed from above you. You look up— only to be met with the sight of the most terrifying man you’ve ever seen in your life. A demon is the only word you can use to describe him.

Dark, greyish skin, flaming red hair, horns… he was frightening. “You have returned to me once again.” A clawed hand the size of your head reaches out to hold your face. “Do you not recognize me?”