Hey guys! Sorry that I haven't written anything in awhile I've been busy with school and whatnot, but now everything is settled so I should be able to keep a steady pace with my writing! I see I've gotten some new followers and positive reviews since I last logged on and I just want to say thank you! You guys are awesome, and I hope that I can keep on impressing you guys with what I love to do! Hope you guys enjoy! Not exactly a romance like before, but I hope this one captures your imagination and attention!

Chapter 1

Throughout the many lands that were seen, many had their different cultures, architecture, history, and people. But they all had one thing in common; each place that he laid his eyes on shared the same sky, and the same destiny. For one who had ventured to different lands, and even different dimensions of perplexing natures, he was not surprised that this new land he had come across had the same simple breeze. Taking a moment to halt the movement of his steed, he looked up at the sky, closed his eyes, and drifted into thought of his time as a child simply relaxing under a tree, and sleeping while enjoying the breeze that would always gently course through his face.

The man opened his eyes, and signaled his steed to keep moving forward. Eventually, he had come across a large metropolitan city that he had never laid his eyes on before. The architecture of the buildings and their gothic natures left him in awe and confusion. The man couldn't believe where he was, nor did he have the slightest clue of where he was. As his steed moved forward, they eventually reached the gate of the city, guarded by two guards in armor and swords.

"Halt! What business do you have here?" one of the guards said as he signaled the man to stop.

"I am a traveler; I don't know where I am" he replied.

Both of the guards exchanged confused glances at one another, gazing at his steed and the light features that the man possessed. They both kept a fixed look at the stranger, observing him curiously. They had never seen a tunic like the one he wore, and they stared at the man's sword and shield mounted on his back.

"What's your name, boy?" one of the guards asked.

The man stood silent and stared at the guards with a blank expression on his face.

"Are you listening boy? What's your name and what business do you have here?" The guard repeated louder while pulling out his sword in unison with the second guard.

The man still remained silent.

Both guards moved towards the man pointing their swords at him. The man unsheathed his sword and shield simultaneously and flipped backward to gain more distance between the guards and himself. The man's sword gleaned in the light, a light that seemed other-worldly to the two guards. His shield bore a design that seemed very foreign to the guards as they made their own speculations of where he had come from.

The first guard lunged at the man, attempting to stab him, which the man blocked by sidestepping and kicking him in the back of his legs to knock him down and to lose balance. The second guard followed with combinations of parry attacks and wild slashes which were easily blocked by the man. Both guards attempted to surround the man in hopes of overwhelming him with a two against one battle.

The man let out a grunted cry as he kept repelling the guard's attacks, as he knocked them down one by one by causing them to lose their balance and bashing them with his shield to keep them down.

Astonished, the two guards immediately got up, sheathed their weapons and stood in awe of the man.

"You are a very strange man! You unsheathe your weapon with the look to kill, yet you didn't attack us with your sword" the guard exclaimed.

Seemingly content with the situation, the man sheathed his weapon, mounted his horse, and stared at the two men.

"Marcello, let this man through! We have both been outmatched by this foreign swordsman, let him pass through, I do not feel that he is a threat, after all, he didn't kill us when he could have, he has proven his intentions and competence with a sword" the guard urged the other as he signaled the gatekeeper to open the gates of the city.

Lightly whipping the harness of his horse, the man slowly moved forward into the city, however, the guard stopped him by catching up with him and tugged on his tunic.

"Sir, you are a talented swordsman, we must know who you are! Perhaps we could learn from you someday!" the guard asked admiringly.

The man looked over his shoulder with a blank face.

"My name is Link, of Hyrule. Tell me, where am I?" he replied in curiosity.

"Link, it is an honor to meet you. And welcome, my friend, to Florence of Italy" he smiled.

Link saddled Epona to move forward into the city, with no other word given to the two guards that remained at the gate. As he made his way along with Epona, a figure, which appeared to have witnessed the skirmish with the guards, was standing, crossing his arms from afar.

The man smiled through his hood.

"Impressive…"