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Untold ages of prophesy foretold by the gossip stones have been fulfilled. In answer to the summons of fate a young boy named Link emerged from the deepest heart of the Kokiri forest and ran headlong into history. Despite overwhelming odds stacked against him he befriended the Princess Zelda, and fought his way through armies of monsters who were seeking the ultimate power: The Triforce.
After many challenging trials and fierce battles he finally managed to rescue the princess and with her help seal Ganondorf, the greatest known evil, in the now tainted Sacred Realm. Upon returning to his own time he sealed the Master Sword back within its ancient tomb in the heart of the Temple of Time. As the twin halves of the great Door of Time slowly closed a magical wind forced its way out of the chamber, flowing around and through Link yet leaving him apparently untouched, except that he no longer knew what had happened between his meeting the princess and now.
With an earth altering force the wind seemed to explode froth from the temple but did no harm to the structure that Link could see. And he had been in and out of the temple many times over the course of his journeys.
Weary from his adventures and seemingly victorious in his quest, though oblivious to his recent past since his emergence from the castle garden he slowly walked toward the temple entrance. As he walked he went through his belongings, which he always kept in a magical bag that could hold anything of any size and any amount he needed, and found not only the things he remembered having after the death of the Great Deku Tree, but other things as well whose origins he could not recall. But before he could ponder this mystery or open the grand wooden door he could tell something was amiss. Upon exiting the temple he immediately saw the source of his unease. Hyrule Town market was overrun by monsters and many buildings were ablaze. He could feel the heat of the many fires upon his face even from this distance.
Drawing his sword he killed a passing Stalfos, realizing as he did so that he had gained skill but lacked the knowledge of how it was obtained. He took a couple steps forward and heard the telltale sound of a Sheikah's arrival, nothing great just the sound of a boot scuffing the dirt. He turned around to find not one, but two of the enigmatic folk. One was as old as Zelda's attendant, Impa, but Link had learned by now not to associate age with weakness even though he could remember speaking with Impa only once. The other was Link's age and because of the Sheikan custom of wearing clothing that freed movement yet disguised distinguishable features, he was uncertain of anything aside from the fact that they were the same height exactly.
Remembering his manners he bowed formally before speaking. "Greetings good Sheikah, how may I be of help?" The two Sheikah spoke with each other a moment in their rolling tongue, which in its way was quite beautiful. Despite the chaos mere yards away he waited patiently for them to finish. His voice obviously unaccustomed to speaking the common language of Hyrule the elder spoke. "You are Link?"
Knowing full well that the Sheikah would never accept anything other than the truth he answered. "Yes sir, I am." the Sheikah pulled a bottle filled with a distinctive blue liquid from a belt pouch and tossed it to Link. "Impa sent us to prepare you for the task ahead and protect you as far as we can. She has managed to get the King and his court to safety, yet she was forced to leave the Princess within the castle walls, protected by the strongest magic she could muster. This was two days ago. The magic still stands, you can see it from here, but it weakens under constant attack."
Link turned to see the top of a crystalline energy barrier and rather than the solid blue color he somehow thought it should have been it had dulled to a dim gray that flashed occasionally as the army of dark creatures attempted to break through. Remembering that he still held the bottle he downed the contents and tossed it back to the Sheikah. The effects were immediate; his weariness drained away, his wounds though he didn't remember getting injured were healed, and he could feel magic flowing through him. Magic! The very thought that it was there surprised him.
His anger at learning the Princesses' plight was not unexpected to the Sheikah, yet the force of it and the fact that his mind could scream far more loudly than his voice caught them off guard. "You must know that the decision to leave the Princess behind was not undertaken lightly. It took eight of us to push through to the king. We lost two on the way, during the retreat we lost three more. With our remaining numbers and the Town Guard protecting the people we have had little choice. But Impa believes you may succeed where we could not. Judging from what I can sense, she is not wrong. But we have not witnessed your greatest deeds, and indeed because of your actions much of what you have seen will never come to pass, either for you or us, so it lies with you to prove to us that she has not misplaced her trust."
