Author's Notes: Okay, first off, this is not my usual vein of fanficcing. In fact, there will probably be some Zelda fans looking to tar and feather me for this. This is not going to show Link or Zelda in the best light, nor paint Gannon as dark as usual. This is my take on how the whole Link/Gannon/Zelda thing began. In essence, this is pre the entire game series, and requires only that you love the series, be willing to accept a new view, and believe that it is the same three in new lives each time.

Disclaimer: I don't own the series. I do own the Collector's edition, Windwaker, Link to the Past, and Oracle of Ages, and I have a preorder on Twilight Princess. Don't sue me, all I have is a weird mind and some manga.

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Legends of Zelda: Songs of Truth

By: BlackLadyCharon

Prologue

I suppose that this will never be read. It is the nature of us all to forget. Zora, Goron, Kokiri, Gerudo, Hylian, Sheikah. This will fade, first to legend, then to myth, then finally, forgotten. Nothing lasts forever. Not family, not people, and certainly not love. Surely this tale will die, though its changing echoes will continue to happen again and again.

But when it dies, mayhap my sins will die with it.

What sins? First and foremost, the sin of kinslaying. I slew my half brother, though with the best of intentions. Thus Din Earth Mother has turned her face from my mother's people, decreeing that only one male every hundred years shall be born to them. Next, the sin of pride, which led me down forbidden paths and has doomed me, my brother, and our mutual beloved to an eternal cycle of despair. So Nayru Sweet Singer has withdrawn her favor, saying that I will never remember my folly, but repeat it time after time, never growing any wiser from it. Only Farore Bright Warrior has not turned from me, but shelters me as best she can from her sister goddesses wrath.

And even her I have sinned against, using the wish she granted me for selfish purposes.

Still, time is flowing. It will be many centuries before chance or whim sets the stage again. And I repeat my rash actions that will set this curse in motion once more.

My name is Link, and this, the Book of Mudora, is my story.