I do not own The Legend of Zelda, nor do I own any of the characters and all that stuff. However I do own the made-up characters in this fanfic. This will only be stated in this chapter, none other, so don't complain when you go to Ch. 5 and don't see this.
Prologue
Many years ago, Hyrule was nothing as it is now; a wasteland, void of any sort of life, and peace was just a fantasy in the land. There were no forests that sheltered the animals, nor were there animals that lived. No rivers to offer a cool drink to a traveller or any other living thing. There were no valleys that carved through the land and shaped the surface. There were no fields that stretched out for miles and miles. All that there was were wastelands as far as the eye could see. The sun never shone, for black clouds as thick as a fire's smoke lingered in the skies, with bolts of lightning that scarred the land for the eternity to come that time. Death had made it's home in the Hyrule that once was, but this sort of calamity did not continue.
From the heavens above, three golden goddesses came to this wasteland of a place, becoming Hyrule's saviors from the destruction. These three golden goddesses are Din, goddess of power; Nayru, goddess of Wisdom; Farore, goddess of Courage.
Din, with her strong, flaming arms, carved the land and cultivated the red earth.
Nayru, pouring her wisdom unto the land, gave the world law.
Farore, giving her spirit to Hyrule, created the life that would uphold the law.
With their labours complete, the three goddesses left the world for the heavens. Once they did, they left a relic of great and sacred power, meant to keep balance between light and dark; between both the pure of heart and those with hearts consumed by shadow. Three golden triangles, each with the power of one of the goddesses, formed as one triangle: the Triforce.
The Triforce was hidden inside a temple which the goddesses built for this purpose. It was built in the center of Hyrule, surrounded by everything which was made by the golden goddesses. Since that time, all life in Hyrule lived in peace, no violnce ever breaking out amongst them. Not even sins of small effect occurred. Life in Hyrule, that time and centuries to come, was peaceful for all... well, at least for that time alone.
A storm brewed in the skies above the land of gold, with black clouds hovering across all of Hyrule. The sun's light could not penetrate the stormclouds that lingered above. Soon after the clouds fell to the surface, consuming all in darkness. The living, both man and beast, had their hearts turn to shadow, controlled by the darkness. They all started to kill eachother as they bathed in a bloodbath to obtain what was desired most by their dark hearts: the Triforce.
Those who did not give up to this insanity of the dark-hearted fought back to protect the relic of the gods. The King, himself, along with other royal families of Hyrule, sent forth their armies to fight against their brethren, their families, their own people, to protect the Triforce. The storm that came before only brought rain of blood, thunder of the clashing of blades, lighting of the fire that came with the chaos that which was Hyrule. The King prayed to the gods of Hyrule for help, but an answer did not return. Only when the King of Hyrule thought that it could not be worse than it was, that's when it became worse.
Evil had become much more organized, more smarter than anticipated. All the darkness that existed escaped from the possessed, only to form an entity from all of it. That entity, heartless and with the desire to kill, wanted what was fought for: the relic of the goddesses. An army of monsters came from beneath, all killing the life of Hyrule so that their master, the King of Evil, the dark entity, could have the Triforce.
All hope was lost at that very moment, as the war between Hyrule and the dark creatures continued for centuries since that time. Although hope was definetly lost for Hyrule, it did not disappear.
A warrior, dressed in the green of fields, rode into battle. He held his blade up high, striking the enemy with swift and decisive blows. He quickly headed towards where the King of Evil waited for him, for the warrior's arrival was waited for by the dark entity inside the temple where the Triforce laid protected. The warrior, once inside, charged at the dark entity, his sword held by his side. The King of Evil attacked as well, clashing his sword with the warrior's. A blast of what sounded like thunder echoed in the room of the temple. Both fought malevolently, attempting to destroy the other. It was a battle that decided the fate of Hyrule.
The warrior and the King of Evil exchanged few words, so it is said, only enough to understand the other's intent. To kill their opponent. The warrior fought brilliantly, with his sword dancing in the air, as it collided with the dark blade of the King of Evil. Blessed with the power of the Goddess's, the warrior held his own against the King of Evil. Only when an hour had passed did the warrior tire. Seeing his victory at hand, the King of Evil threw his head back and laughed. Then, in one powerful thrust, he stabbed his blade of darkness into the warrior's chest, peircing his heart. As the light died from the warrior's eyes, his body began to glow, seeming to radiate with the goddesses' control over him. The King of Evil was locked in place, frozen by awe and fear of the image before him. With a swift swing of his sword, the head of the dark king fell to the floor, with the warrior's body following it afterwards. The door to the Dark Realm, where all of the dark-hearted are sent to, opened once the dark king was no more, and the door took all of the monsters, created by the King of Evil, inside it, and the King of Evil followed his minions into the world of shadow. The temple crumbled from the door's power, but it did not collapse. All of Hyrule came back to peace, but the smell of blood lingered and the corpses of their people laid in a pool of blood. It would take years to bring back Hyrule to what it was before the massacre.
The warrior, however, was gone from the world. His body, found by a priestess of the temple, was buried at the temple grounds, to be remembered forever as the one who saved Hyrule and protected the triforce. The day the King of Evil was gone, the people of Hyrule went to the hero's grave to pay their respects to their savior, and they had a grand feast to celebrate the vicotry of the warrior, always wanting to remember the day of new peace.
Well, that's what I heard, probably some children's tale told by traders at the taverns during the late nights. However, it's hard to say whether it's a dumb legend to make up for the forgotten truth of our pasts, or if this is that forgotten truth. It doesn't matter to me anymore, though. What matters most now, to me and to everyone depending on me, is that I'm the only one to bring Hyrule to it's Golden Age, as it was before that supposed dark era had been born. My name, not important to me, nor should it be to you. Just know that this is a story of a troubled boy, who must protect his people from the darkness that is soon to come.