The story of his life was a long one and one very trouble some. Seasons of
years passed, time aged on, and still the boy known as Link was at a loss.
What had he done to deserve this punishment? The task to free the land of
Hyrule again and again from the evil that lies dormant in the darkness. His
endless attacks on man and beast alike had dulled his blade, even the
Master Sword, to the point where it would hardly dent armor. Courageous he
was, and still is, fighting endlessly for the safety of those who can't
protect themselves.
His task is to protect the realm of Hyrule, while my own is to write the story of his existence. Through the writings his epic deeds will live on in the hearts of the Hylian people forever. Though impossible to prevent this great man to fade into all but a myth, it is not impossible to make the myth as legendary as possible and to keep it as truthful as the man himself is.
Before beginning his story, I shall give you some better understanding of the landscape of Hyrule. The great Castle of Hyrule is located in the center of the country. Around it are deep woods, and glades. An extravagant system of waterways which all lead back to Zora's Domain flow across the land, cutting through the earth as mighty veins of water. To the north of the land, great mountains rose. Among them, the most dangerous to climb, Death Mountain where it is said the White Sword lies. Too the south is endless expanses of rocky planes, which picturesque beauty hides lurking predators. To the east lay the explosion of trees known as the Lost Woods. Many a traveler has gone into the place and never come back. This may be because of the dog-faced Moblins that plague the wood, or the mesmeric tune that emanates from the trees. Finally, to the west is the hot Gerudo desert where none lives except for the sand leevers. -Prologue to my Journey with Link
Princess Zelda awoke the morning of her capture suprisingly sorrowful. Her normal cheerful self was lost in the depths of her being. Why had they needed to leave the Castle? Though young she was not naïve and new knew very well that the Castle could not protect her or the royal family from the enemy the sought after them. Of course it wasn't really the royal family that the enemy wanted but instead the treasure of the royal family. The Triforce of Wisdom. It was her one sole task in life to keep the sacred family treasure from being used for evil.
She should have known her mood that morning to be an omen. Perhaps she did. Her family and a few select of her guard left the castle the day before when the rumors of the Dark Prince's escape from the Dark Land had first been heard. Dressed as a Circus Troupe they made their way along the plains in the south towards a small hideout, which had been the Royal Family's since the founding of Hyrule.
As I watched the family from my hiding place behind a boulder I noticed another group of travelers passing close to the Royal Caravan. Zelda yawned and walked to where her mother was busy with breakfast. Her father was making checks of their equipment, making sure nothing was faulty or broken. The four of the Royal guard that had been taken along were starting to arm themselves.
A man dismounted a horse and ran over to where the Queen was cooking bacon. He spoke and then bowed to the queen, "Your Majesty, please you must hasten your pace the enemy is upon-"
The messenger was cut short when another rider galloped up and severed the man's head from his shoulders. The queen screamed as the decapitated head landed in the flames. The guards were immediately at the aid of their queen. The attacking rider took off through the tall grass his bloody cutlass in the air.
One of the guards, his name Francis, a bow in his right hand and a knocked arrow in his other. The arrow flew and the wooden shaft broke straight through the base of the raider's skull. The raider fell from the back of his horse; his skull splitting as it smacked onto the rocky ground.
The rest of the guards were up and their weapons were drawn. The King made his way to the guards and whispered something to them. Suddenly the guards extinguished the fire and the Queen and Zelda jumped into the covered wagon.
Suddenly the sky flashed black. When it returned to normal the covered wagon was gone and the only things remaining were the bodies of the Royal Guard. All but one was deceased. He crawled, leaving a long trail of blood. The body moved and finally reached a cave. His body rolled down the long slope of the cave and he slammed into the wall, blood spurting from his back when he did. He knew something. He had seen something.
The other group of travelers reached the place where the Royal Caravan had been and they stopped. A young boy, about the age of fourteen jumped from the back of one of the covered wagons. He spoke to the leader of the caravan for a few minutes and then he went back to the wagon and grabbed a brown travel bag. He backed up from the wagon and waved. The caravan started up again and the lead man turned his head and yelled back, "See you Link!"
The boy, Link, turned back and then saw the three dead guards lying on the ground. He backed off suddenly as if the area was infested by the plague. His back foot landed on the slope of the cave and he tripped rolling backwards. His body hit hard on the rock wall and he stood up. The first thing he saw was the body of the guard propped up against the cave wall. Two torches lighted the room.
Link walked forward and bent down to the guard. The guard smiled and said, "Young man, I am in need of your help."
Link nodded not knowing what the guard had in mind for the young hero. "Of course I'll help you."
The guards smile wavered and he said, "Find Princess Zelda. Find the broken pieces of the Triforce. Find them." The guard reached down for the scabbard at his waste and unfastened it. "Take this. Please fulfill my request. Save the princess."
The guard died there.
His task is to protect the realm of Hyrule, while my own is to write the story of his existence. Through the writings his epic deeds will live on in the hearts of the Hylian people forever. Though impossible to prevent this great man to fade into all but a myth, it is not impossible to make the myth as legendary as possible and to keep it as truthful as the man himself is.
Before beginning his story, I shall give you some better understanding of the landscape of Hyrule. The great Castle of Hyrule is located in the center of the country. Around it are deep woods, and glades. An extravagant system of waterways which all lead back to Zora's Domain flow across the land, cutting through the earth as mighty veins of water. To the north of the land, great mountains rose. Among them, the most dangerous to climb, Death Mountain where it is said the White Sword lies. Too the south is endless expanses of rocky planes, which picturesque beauty hides lurking predators. To the east lay the explosion of trees known as the Lost Woods. Many a traveler has gone into the place and never come back. This may be because of the dog-faced Moblins that plague the wood, or the mesmeric tune that emanates from the trees. Finally, to the west is the hot Gerudo desert where none lives except for the sand leevers. -Prologue to my Journey with Link
Princess Zelda awoke the morning of her capture suprisingly sorrowful. Her normal cheerful self was lost in the depths of her being. Why had they needed to leave the Castle? Though young she was not naïve and new knew very well that the Castle could not protect her or the royal family from the enemy the sought after them. Of course it wasn't really the royal family that the enemy wanted but instead the treasure of the royal family. The Triforce of Wisdom. It was her one sole task in life to keep the sacred family treasure from being used for evil.
She should have known her mood that morning to be an omen. Perhaps she did. Her family and a few select of her guard left the castle the day before when the rumors of the Dark Prince's escape from the Dark Land had first been heard. Dressed as a Circus Troupe they made their way along the plains in the south towards a small hideout, which had been the Royal Family's since the founding of Hyrule.
As I watched the family from my hiding place behind a boulder I noticed another group of travelers passing close to the Royal Caravan. Zelda yawned and walked to where her mother was busy with breakfast. Her father was making checks of their equipment, making sure nothing was faulty or broken. The four of the Royal guard that had been taken along were starting to arm themselves.
A man dismounted a horse and ran over to where the Queen was cooking bacon. He spoke and then bowed to the queen, "Your Majesty, please you must hasten your pace the enemy is upon-"
The messenger was cut short when another rider galloped up and severed the man's head from his shoulders. The queen screamed as the decapitated head landed in the flames. The guards were immediately at the aid of their queen. The attacking rider took off through the tall grass his bloody cutlass in the air.
One of the guards, his name Francis, a bow in his right hand and a knocked arrow in his other. The arrow flew and the wooden shaft broke straight through the base of the raider's skull. The raider fell from the back of his horse; his skull splitting as it smacked onto the rocky ground.
The rest of the guards were up and their weapons were drawn. The King made his way to the guards and whispered something to them. Suddenly the guards extinguished the fire and the Queen and Zelda jumped into the covered wagon.
Suddenly the sky flashed black. When it returned to normal the covered wagon was gone and the only things remaining were the bodies of the Royal Guard. All but one was deceased. He crawled, leaving a long trail of blood. The body moved and finally reached a cave. His body rolled down the long slope of the cave and he slammed into the wall, blood spurting from his back when he did. He knew something. He had seen something.
The other group of travelers reached the place where the Royal Caravan had been and they stopped. A young boy, about the age of fourteen jumped from the back of one of the covered wagons. He spoke to the leader of the caravan for a few minutes and then he went back to the wagon and grabbed a brown travel bag. He backed up from the wagon and waved. The caravan started up again and the lead man turned his head and yelled back, "See you Link!"
The boy, Link, turned back and then saw the three dead guards lying on the ground. He backed off suddenly as if the area was infested by the plague. His back foot landed on the slope of the cave and he tripped rolling backwards. His body hit hard on the rock wall and he stood up. The first thing he saw was the body of the guard propped up against the cave wall. Two torches lighted the room.
Link walked forward and bent down to the guard. The guard smiled and said, "Young man, I am in need of your help."
Link nodded not knowing what the guard had in mind for the young hero. "Of course I'll help you."
The guards smile wavered and he said, "Find Princess Zelda. Find the broken pieces of the Triforce. Find them." The guard reached down for the scabbard at his waste and unfastened it. "Take this. Please fulfill my request. Save the princess."
The guard died there.
