Disclaimer: Shigeru Miyamoto owns Link. I just like his world.
The Kiriko Sword
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Waves crashed against the shore of Rumeria, the water of the waves slowly eroding the coastline. The sky was dark, and a gale was coming. A small boy dressed in forest green wandered along the coastline. At first glance he looked like any other Rumerian child, with long, blond hair whipping his face. But if you looked closer, you would see the remains of scars scattered across his countenance. Behind him lay the remains of a ship, the style Hyrulian. It was spread out across the shore. A victim of the devastating wreck, that is how Link, the Hero of Time, came to Rumeria.
The fire burned brightly inside the old man's house. He shuffled on arthritic legs to the fireplace to stir the soup that lay boiling in a copper pot. Bringing the ladle up, he sniffed the wonderful beef concoction. Sighing deeply, he put the ladle back in the soup. It was then that the old man heard a knock. Turning, he put his hand on the doorknob and pulled it open to reveal a boy in forest green clothing, shivering.
"Please, s-sir. I'm cold and h-hungry. M-may I come in?" the boy pleaded.
Now, Rehen,(for that was the old man's name,) couldn't bear to see a child suffer, so he beckoned for the boy to come inside. When the child was through the door, Rehen closed the door behind him and started to fill a bowl with soup.
"What is your name, child?" Rehen questioned.
"L-Link, sir."
"Well Link, how did you come to Rumeria? I've never seen a child dressed like you."
"I was on a boat from Hyrule, when a giant storm hit. Everyone was washed away except the Hyrulian princess and I. We both grabbed planks of wood so we could stay afloat. Then, a giant, black demon appeared and took the princess away. The last thing I remember before fainting was the princess calling out to me, saying 'Save me, Link!' That's all." Link's eyelids began to droop. Rehen had found the story quite interesting, so he picked Link up and put him in a bed.
"Go to sleep, Link. You need it." Rehen whispered. He pulled the blanket up and put it around Link. Before the child turned over, Rehen glimpsed an expression of joy on the boy's face. Chuckling to himself, the old man walked to the front room, pulled out a cot, and lay down with a relieved sigh. He needed a good night's rest.