Well. Here we are. I know the summary could be better. And I feel that the prologue is more of the same. But I also feel it gets much better as you go on. Give it a chance and I think you'll like it. Leave a review if you like!
-Prologue -
"Link!" Zelda screamed, throwing her hands to her mouth in disgust. Blood poured from a wound in the Hylian's chest, soaking his green tunic and down the shreds of clothing. The rain formed streams of water on the stone paving the way to the Temple of Time, lightning ripping through the sky and lighting the faces of the two men opposing one another, one young, fair-faced, and holding the way to the entrance of the Temple with all his might. The other, dark-skinned, stood his ground, determined to enter regardless of what it took.
The Gerudo King grinned as he watched the crimson pour from the slice in the Hylian's skin, clenching his mighty sword tighter in his fists. The hero's blood ran red down the metal, discoloring it into a gruesome grey tone. "Boy, you don't want to keep fighting me. You cannot win. I will have Hyrule as my kingdom, and all the people in it will worship me!"
Link staggered back, hunched and trying to blink to clear his vision through the pain, the Master Sword ringing in his ear from his blocking of the desert man's attack. "Hyrule will never have you as a king," he spat, the saliva red with blood and thick as it hit the ground. His sides heaved as he panted, eyes fixed on Ganondorf. "Not as long as I breathe!"
"Link, be careful!" Zelda placed both hands over her heart, closing her eyes, trying to block out the sounds of battlecries between the men, the clanging of their swords against one another. Sages. All sages of Hyrule, it is time to open the Sacred Realm, to banish the evil king forever. We need help, oh, Goddesses, please help us! If Ganondorf is able to get inside the Temple, we will lose all hope! Please, I beg you, help us! She raised her hands to the heavens, focusing her power. In the flash of lightning following, she could make out a symbol on the back of her hand glowing, a part of the holy relic, the Triforce, symbolizing wisdom. She'd never seen it glow so strongly, so brightly. What did it mean?
Link noted the same symbol glowing on his palm, beneath his gauntlet, bright even underneath the leather stained red. His blue eyes shone in determination, in courage. "The Goddesses will not let you prevail! Not ever! Neither will I!" he screamed as he pushed back against the larger, stronger man with all his strength.
Ganondorf could not believe his luck. His piece of the Triforce glowed stronger than he'd ever seen before, fueling his body in power, glorious power. He could taste it, Goddesses, he could taste the throne. The piece of his power grew stronger, fueled his need, his strength, pushing the boy back one step… then another… and another. Link slid his sword and managed to gain a slight blow where Ganondor's armor protected him the least, right where his navel met his lower half. The man's furious gaze turned darker, his eyes gleaming with an orange hazel glow. He pushed harder.
"Zelda!" Link cried, feet sliding on the wet pavement, yelling over the cracks of thunder. "I can't stop him! I can't! He's too strong! We need help! I'm going to hold him off as long as I can, but I-" Ganondorf took the opportunity before him. He raised his sword and brought it with full force sideways, aiming not for his opponent, but hitting his target dead-center. A clang resounded through the courtyard of the Temple and the Master Sword flew from Link's grip, landing with a thud into the ground near Zelda, leaning sideways as the rain washed away the blood from the desert man.
"You've lost, boy. Give it up!" Ganondorf stretched to his full height, panting from the wear of battle, eyes fixing on the entrance to the Temple. He'd take Hyrule for his own, if he had to kill to do it, so be it. But something stopped him from entering the temple. Someone still stood, directly in his path, both arms splayed to the side. Link remained planted to his position, blood pouring from his wound, pose staggering, sides heaving in effort, fists clenched. He did not move.
He didn't move.
How could the boy not move under the face of so much adversity, so much opposition? He had no weapon, he had no chance. Yet he stood, strong and yes, determined.
"No," he gasped, shaking his head wildly, splaying rain everywhere as it soaked him. "I will not give up! I will not let you do this! And if I have to stop you without the Master Sword, then I will!"
Ganondorf did not expect the boy to lunge forward. He thrust out his sword, knowing it would stop him. Even the hero of time would not run into his sword. He would not dare.
But he was wrong.
Link hurled himself against the man towering over him, wrapping his hands around the sword and throwing it off to the side, the metal ripping open the skin of his palms. His weight, unexpected, took both men to the ground, and Ganondorf hurled the Hylian away, the impact of Link ramming him against the ground shaking his abdominal wound and putting him in a moment of shock. Both men were lying on the ground, Ganondorf still on the cobblestone and Link in the grass turf halfway across the courtyard.
"Zelda!" Link tried to yell as he crawled towards her, his voice cracking, hands sticky with his own blood. "Zelda, open the realm now! You have to do it now…" his voice trailed off, both from exhaustion and a sight, high above in the sky. A light, bright and holy as the back of his hand, began to shine, the thunder booming and rain increasing in force. Something above, too high to make out clearly, was descending.
Ganondorf was sprawled on his back, sword still clenched in his fist. He, too, could see the light high above, quickly coming down to his level. Goddesses… Goddesses, could it be? His eyes widened as the shape of the relic became visible. Three triangles, forming one, shining brighter than any gold or treasure he'd seen in his life. The Triforce… It was the Triforce.
Zelda's hand shone so brightly she had to shield it with the other, the relic descending further until it rested in midair, spinning in an ever slow, ever even twirl. "Oh, Din… Farore… Nayru… this is where you returned to the heavens… this is where you left it… and now it returns. Oh, you've heard our prayers! You've heard us!" Tears began to spill down her cheeks, intermingling with the rain. "Link! Link, you have to reach the Triforce now! Touch it! Touch it and it will know your heart!"
Link gasped as he struggled to get to his feet. He clutched a hand to his wound, still spilling blood, his skin pale, his strength waning. He had to get there. He had to get there now. He began to run.
Ganondorf was only feet away. Feet. He saw the golden relic before him, close enough to touch. All it needed was a touch. He forced himself to his feet, but by the time he had gotten to a standing position, the boy was nearly there, coming from the opposite side. He was running. His fingers were stretching out towards it. Ganondorf hunkered down, pushed off with one foot, and leaped, his heart skipping a beat as his finger made contact. Zelda screamed, Ganondorf made a sound akin to laughter, and the sound was drowned in an over-encompassing white light.
