Firstly, I would like to apologize to any and all hardcore purist Zelda fans for this story. Secondly, I would like to say flibbit. Read on dear reader...
Times Have Changed
The Beginning Of The End
He was ready. Link walked into the small, dark room and began to organise his equipment. Everything had come to pass, just as the prophets had said; the falling of a star and the discovery of an ancient civilisation. Link remembered what the prophets had told him all those months ago:
"When heavens light strikes the earth, and dead life is found beneath the soil; it will be time for you to search for the three Pendants of Old Magic. Then, you will be shown the path to the Blade of Evil's Bane. You must take this Weapon of the Ancients, and strike down the growing forces of darkness."
"But why me?" Link had asked.
"Because you are the Hero. You are the descendant of the original Hero of Light. You carry the Ancient Magic in your veins. You are the only one who can stop the shadow. No one else."
Link had not long after accepted his fate as the Hero, and the one who would save the world or die trying. He chuckled at the thought. What a cliché.
He brought his mind back to the present and the task at hand. After checking all his equipment was properly secured, he attached his scabbard to his belt. He grasped the hilt of the glittering sword and removed it from its wooden box. Link marvelled at its beauty and its power. Tenderly, he slid the blade into the scabbard. Then he took his jacket and fitted it over his shoulders, in order to conceal his array of weaponry so as not to alarm any innocent bystanders.
He walked over to Epona and stroked the marvellous beast's side. He swung his legs over and seated himself on the black leather saddle.
"Time to ride," he whispered to himself, before pulling a key from his pocket and inserting it into the ignition of the awesome motorcycle.