Prologue
In this land of Hyrule, a world which has long since ended, are there any who still have hope?
There was once a time when Hyrule was a beautiful land. There were vast fields of green, breathtaking pools of clear blue water, and wondrous forests full of mystery and adventure. This was a time of mythical creatures and magic, a time of monsters and heroes, a time long since past. The land had, inevitably, become more advanced.
Over countless years, horses were replaced by cars, villages by cities, guards by policemen, and so on. Hyrule enjoyed a Golden Age of peace for many long years. But all peace ends eventually. One dark day, an evil man rose to power. He slew all who opposed him. He took advantage of a land whose people were not accustomed to war. He almost single-handedly brought the world to its knees. The people watched in silent horror as, in his insatiable thirst for Power, he destroyed all that was beautiful, all that was whole, all that was good.
Many did not survive. And now, after who knows how many years, small pockets of civilization are forced to eke out a living in the nearly barren wasteland that was once Hyrule. It is now a place where crops hardly grow, where water is more precious than gold, where people kill each other over crumbling homes and rusting weapons.
A single man walks through the ashes of a once great civilization, leaving footprints in the sand. The wind quickly blows them away, as if attempting to erase all proof of his existence. But he will not be deterred. He marches on, ever forward, always searching…
Searching for what he lost.
For in this land of Hyrule, a world which has long since ended, there is one who still has hope.
