Introduction.
She looked around and watched, she were in a dark forest, could be too early or too late the darkest hour of night. A wanderer among the trees remained quiet, his breathing was slow he saw the creatures approaching amid the shadows, but he never could see her, even though she saw him, even after all these years watching his travels, he could not see her.
The wanderer had stuck in his waist a lantern that yielded him a ray of moderate vision amid the darkness. His clothes in shades of green and blue were a patchwork. As he grew, new parts were stitched one on other forming new clothes, on your feet the simplest sandals that should have seen more miles than most merchants of Hyrule should. On his right arm a shield of wood, marked by countless clashes along their journey, one of many comrades who saved his life on more than one occasion. A sword in his left hand already notched and scratched his oldest companion of the road and stuck to his back a long wrapper.
A young man just coming into his adulthood, his blond hair falling rebels him as the coat of a wild wolf almost bristling with the approach of his opponents. His blue eyes shone with an inner ferocity that would have scared off anyone with a minimum of sense, but between feral there was little sense, had only prey and predators.
Around three, he counted, creatures stature little taller than himself, bearing torches in one hand and another heavy clubs, some still had bloodstains of its last victims. Wearing leather corsets and black masks covering their faces with hoods studded leather covering their heads, leaving two side exits where stood out a pair of horns. In addition, their little red orange eyes that sparkled with a wild hatred.
They advanced on the young wanderer, he blocked theirs swings and rolled between the arms, his blade reaching them in blind spots, while the blood spurted the fight continued, soon had three bulblins dead on the floor and a victorious Hylian standing, gasping for air. His shield was more splintered than ever, his sword, blood splattered as his clothing. He made a movement with the sword wiping the blood from his blade and guarding with a jingle in its sheath. He looked better at his fallen enemies and something caught his attention, one of them carrying a shield on his back.
He took the shield; it was a large metal shield, used for guarding the castle in its center the symbol of royal family, the eagle with the golden triangle of legend on top of it.
He sighed and left the air as vapor from his mouth, the sun rose between the treetops and the first golden rays entered the dense forest, he then looked at the long wrapper stuck on his back, he had postponed that moment for too long.
It was time to go to the only place he did not mean to, he was going to Hyrule Castle.
Suddenly she woke from her dream, her heart was racing, her breathing was short gasp and she looked around to avoid the confusion of the mind.
She was in a bed full of silks, shades of red and gold composed it, a large bedroom with large wardrobe, tapestries on almost every wall, one lantern was projecting mute light across the room. Then saw her reflection in the vanity mirror, wearing her white silk nightgown, her eyes large blue sapphires, her long blond hair, almost golden as wheat, red lips as buttons, and as the young wanderer now beginning to come into their adulthood.
Whilst the mists of dream and reality parted she then remembered, her name was Zelda Nonjansen Hyrule, the princess of the kingdom of Hyrule.
Moreover, someone she ever knew and never met was coming to Hyrule.