Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of the Legend of Zelda. This story is purely fan-made and I do not gain any profit from it.
Author's Note: My first Legend of Zelda fanfic. This is going to be interesting. This story is a whole new adventure that will feature all kinds of familiar elements from the games, so it doesn't necessarily connect to any of the games. Just thought I'd throw that out there to avoid any confusion. So now, enjoy!
The Legend of Zelda: Gale's Redemption
Prologue
Hyrule. A mystical, wonderful land bathed in light. All who dwelled there lived in harmony, from the deepest oceans to the tallest mountains. This peace had thrived for centuries, but it did not last. A sorcerer had risen from this land, blanketing everything around him in destruction and death. Storms raged, villages burned, the very earth split beneath his feet. Darkness had descended upon Hyrule.
Hope was damned to become a dream when the palace that stood in the center of this land had fallen into his hands. But before his reign could truly begin, a mysterious traveler appeared before him. Only he held the power to destroy the evil, and in moments the sorcerer was felled. The skies cleared, the earth healed, the shadows fade away.
Unfortunately, fate had played a cruel hand in his victory. Hyrule's beautiful and beloved princess was never seen or heard from again. The people had praised the traveler as a hero, and soon welcomed him as their new king. Peace and light emerged once more, and had remained for three hundred years. This is what history tells...
But light cannot exist without darkness. What was once vanquished was doomed to return. Knowing that it would be a matter of time, perhaps even beyond his reign, the heroic king spoke of a new law—sorcery was no longer welcomed in his kingdom. Practitioners of the magic arts, young and old, new and veteran, were captured, tried, even executed. A hefty price to pay, but the people could continue to sleep soundly knowing that the man who had once enslaved them would never rise back to power. History would not repeat itself, and has not for three hundred years.
This is what legend speaks...