The Legend of Zelda: The Wrath of the Istari
Author's Notes
I do not own Zelda or Nintendo. Warning, this story starts off in a different land, other than Hyrule. I fully realize that this prologue is a little lengthy and boring, but I promise that it will get interesting in the next chapter.
Prologue
My name is Flame. Flamian Marksellius to be exact. I am an Istar of the ancient kingdom of Istalria located on a small continent (with several groups of isles surrounding it) somewhere on the vast ocean to the north of the less ancient kingdom of Hyrule.
We were once a peaceful race, but we became masters in the art of war. My race was blessed long ago by the last dragon before she perished. The dragons were once the defenders of mankind (of whom we used to be part of), sworn to protect it since the dawn of time. When their race began to die, Seerath the Seeing One, queen of the dragons, came to our land and bestowed on us all of the dragons' might, power, and knowledge, and called on us to carry on the dragon's legacy. At first we didn't notice anything different, though that was quick to change. The children born after Seerath's Blessing proved to be healthier and far stronger than they would normally be. They grew a little quicker than the other children, and when the elders tried to teach them, they found that there was little that they could be taught. The elders found them to be brighter and far more intelligent than even them. Soon all the people began to revere them as mighty warriors and leaders. The two strongest, a boy named Sargon and a girl named Imiliana, united all the tribes together and began to settle in villages and began to till the earth. The villages grew and became towns, the towns became cities, and soon a kingdom had arisen. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. Seafarers arrived from some distant unknown land, and demanded that my people should submit to them. Sargon and Imiliana immediately denied their request, and they left cursing. Not long after, they began attacking, moving inland. Sargon and Imiliana immediately rallied all the people together and convinced them to fight back, and a bloody war ensued. At first my people was hesitant to fight, yet once they had tasted victory, they quickly let go of their reluctance and boldly fought for their freedom and for their homes. Before long, they had driven the invaders away, and they fled from our land. Sargon and Imiliana married and became our first king and queen. Under their rule, we became a great kingdom and named it Istalria. After a time, we, too, began to sail upon the sea. It was not long before we landed on the shores of a kingdom, a kingdom called Hyrule. The people there welcomed us with open arms. We became allies and freely traded with each other. Then a warrior named Ganondorf attacked Hyrule and took control. The trading ceased. We made several attempts to help the Hylians reclaim their world, but we failed and were forced to retreat. We returned to our land, and cut ourselves off from all outside contact. Eventually the Hero of Time, a young boy by the name of Link, and a Hylian princess, named Zelda, overthrew Ganon and sealed him away.
Hyrule's symbol is a red phoenix, the Istari's (as my race is called) symbol is a gold dragon, after Seerath. The Hylians have the Triforce: Power, Wisdom, and Courage. The Istari have the three Eyes: Wrath, Healing, and Ruling. Mankind was given the Triforce by the three Ladies: Lady Din gave her power, Lady Nayru gave her wisdom, and Lady Farore gave her courage. To the dragons, they gave the three Eyes. As the Istari, we have both, for we were once humans, but were blessed by the dragons.
The Eye of Wrath represents war; those of us that bear this mark are marked as warriors. It appears as a dragon's eye, the pupil a thin vertical line in anger, and wreathed in fire, that's flaring out in anger.
The Eye of Healing represents knowledge; those who have this mark are usually scholars, teachers, and healer and are efficient in magic. It appears as an eye glazed over in thought, and wreathed in a tranquil fire, that flows in a slow circle.
The Eye of Ruling represents might; those with this mark are destined to be in places of leadership. It appears as a mixture of the two other eyes, with features of both.
There is a fourth eye, the Eye of Seerath. It is also referred to as the All Seeing Eye. It's a combination of all three eyes. It has the look of a killer, a scholar, and a king. The three eyes coincide with the Triforce. The Triforce and the Eyes are connected in a way that is not quite understood, but definitely has something to do with the oath that the dragons took.
I bear the Eye of Seerath. It has been passed down through my family ever since Seerath first blessed my race. It is a mark that I bear with pride. I was gifted with all three powers, and I shall live up to this legacy as best I can.
It has been over one hundred years since we went into isolation after our defeat, and I regret to say that Istalria has not fared very well since our defeat against Ganon. The crime rate has sky-rocketed in the past few years. The king's own brother has vowed that he shall reign and is gathering together an army. His army started out as nomadic bandits, but he has united them against us.
I am powerful, but am considered young for eighteen years. That was another gift that was given us, the gift of long life. We are not immortal; we merely live extended lives. There are a few elders who lived during the Golden Years, as the years before Ganon are referred to. However, outside kingdoms believe we are. True we have not been seen outside our land since Ganon, but we live on in their myths and legends.
As for the present, I am alone. My family was killed by Calmaius, King Calrick's brother, and I will avenge their deaths, as well as those of the others who lived in my village. I alone escaped.
-from the journal of Flamian Marksellius.
