So you want to hear a story?
One with action? Adventure? Romance? Well, make yourself comfortable and open your mind because this is no ordinary story with dragons and knights even though some may be in it.
I assume you have heard of the Triforce?
The three powers three chosen by the Creator bear?
Well, you may know the cycles of light and darkness, but do you know why?
I thought not. It all started long ago, when the continents of this world were all spread apart, the Creator then made them converge into one large one with one great sea surrounding it. Cities emerged in the forests and all of the places on the continent. But the people were misguided, starting fights over nothing.
The Creator, seeing this, made one thing to help lead the people on the planet. He chose three people to bear incredible power and have one trait that stood out from all others. One was endowed with wisdom, another with courage, and the last with power.
But what you do not know was that there was a fourth bearer of the Triforce.
One blessed with determination.
The one that bore the power was corrupted soon after, blowing off his duties and trying to take over the entire continent, destroying everything in his path. His name you know was Demise, king of the Gerudo. The other two, a princess and a mere soldier's apprentice, had to destroy him. But they knew that the Triforce was to go to another person once Demise was killed. Both hoped as a century passed that the new bearer would be different and that peace was going to endure in the land, but their hopes were lost when a new bearer was corrupted by the immense power they were given.
The cycles of light and dark continued for centuries, dividing the people on the continent, banding both sides, light and dark, together and apart from the other like glue. The fourth bearer was lost, nobody knowing where it went after that, nobody knowing who had gotten it in the first place.
Where did they go and why not help?
It is a mystery. Eventually the fourth and final piece to the Triforce -one that could possibly end all of the cycles and counteract the corruption of the power- was made into mere myth. People eventually lost hope that the cycles would end and it became a normal thing, light getting more and more elaborate with defense and dark evolving in offense.
But, in one particular cycle, something happened that would lock the destinies of the four bearers and make them all have to band together against a greater evil. This cycle was to be the end of the fight of light and dark. This bearer, this lost bearer, was going to be finally found.
And it all starts with one small girl.
Her name… is Tristan
"We do not need to start another war with them! This will only make things worse, father!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, trying and hoping that she would get her point across.
"How much do we have to lose? They exiled us to the desert. Made us have to steal to survive while they sit in their castles." He shot back.
"I don't blame them for what we have done in the past! Things have changed, father, if we ask nicely-"
"They will laugh in our face!"
"I am not taking part in this. I will not help in making our people's name worse. Have fun gathering the other villages and sending them to their demise, father. Know this, I told you so." She said almost calmly. To any other person her voice would seem stoic; but her father could hear the undertone of anger that churned like magma.
"Tristan! Get back here! I did not say you could leave!" Her father shouted at her. She ignored his cross calling until she got to the aged wooden door.
"I will not watch as my people die. I am leaving and you cannot stop me, father. I am warning the Hylians." She said again in that stoic voice. With that, she turned on her heel and closed the door behind her.
She walked through the village and until she was sure her father wouldn't see her, she walked. When she crested the tall sand dune she ran. Her legs propelled her through the desert until she reached the only river that was in the desert. There were only puddles of mud from the rain they had last week. She unclipped a water horn from the belt on her waist and dipped it into the water. Only half of the puddle was left when she was done filling it. She then hopped across the parched bank and kept running.
She knew where she was going to go and wasn't going to stop until she got there. It was a place her father would dare not go because it was far too close to their 'enemy.' But she wasn't afraid of them. She knew what her people have done in the past and understood their caution.
The sun was dipping behind the duny horizon by the time she saw the thick forest and the castle that towered above it on the opposite horizon of the sun. A smile touched her face as she slowed from her brisk pace, panting. She unclasped her water horn and drank a little from it, splashing some on her face and hair before rushing to the cover of the forest. She immediately climbed a tree and fell into a deep slumber.
When she awoke by the sun shining in her face; she sat up in the branch she was in and looked around. She then looked at the magnificent city that was a short walk off and told herself 'I am going to live there after I warn the king'
After about an hour of pep talking herself, she finally did climb down from the tree and started walking to the castle. She had taken a few precautions though. She knew the Hylians were weary of her people and would not likely hire her for a job or even let her in if they knew what she was. Her face was shaded by a hood and a fold of cloth covered her mouth up to her nose so only her cobalt eyes were showing. She had wrapped another piece of cloth around her people's symbol that was tattooed on her arm. She had also gotten rid of some of the things that would make it obvious what she was. She looked more like a nomad now than a desert-dwelling Gerudo.
"State your name and business." A guard that was standing at the gate halted her and she looked down at him and she felt her lip curl at his tone.
"My name is Tristan and I have important information to share with the king." She responded. The Guard paused and contemplated what she said for a few moments before stepping aside. She walked through the now opening gate and sauntered up to another gate. This one guarded the castle.
"Name and business."
"My name is Tristan. I need an audience with the king. I shall wait while you get him ready." She responded calmly even though the guard was pointing a spear in her face.
The guard eventually lowered his weapon then disappeared inside the castle. He returned a short while later and escorted her to the throne room. She tipped her head in a motion of respect, but one that could not be mistaken for submission like the exaggerated bow the guard gave.
"What is it that you need to speak with me for?" The garishly dressed man who was sitting in the throne asked with a deep and commanding voice. She also noticed a smaller woman standing beside him that she assumed to be the princess. Tristan stepped forward.
"It is best that we speak in private about these… sensitive matters." She responded.
"Sensitive?" The man asked. She nodded and saw the king raise his hands, dismissing all of the guards and the princess. He stood and walked to stand in front of her. Even though she was only sixteen; she was still as tall as he was.
"The Gerudo. They are planning on attacking Hyrule Castle." She said quietly even though there wasn't anyone present. She needed to be careful in case there were curious ears listening that weren't the king's.
"What? When and why?"
"I do not know when, but they will. They are uniting the villages and are going to attack because of the things you have done to them."
"What do you mean?"
"You made them have to steal to not die out."
"How do you know this?"
"I wish to withhold that information." She paused while the man seethed at her defiance. "But I will tell you this; you must prepare for the Gerudo are not a force you want to underestimate." She simply tipped her head again in respect and left the throne room.