Cleansed with Blood
The Crisp morning air was thick with the moisture of fallen rain. The rolling hills extended off to the horizon like a sea of green. A forest outlined the horizon till the eye could see no more. It twisted around the field like a crater, slowly devouring the plains of grass.
Smoke invaded the fresh air as the smell of burnt fire wood drifted lazily over the fields. By the forests edge lay the source of the smoke. A camp fire burned ever so slightly, threatening to give out. By the small makeshift camp lay a man and a horse.
The man was wearing a black tunic that rustled with the breeze. Adorning his shoulders were two daggers that shined brightly in the sun, screaming to be used. Along with a quiver of arrows. Adorning his waist were a pair of two finely crafted scimitars that hooked onto a green sash. He wore matching black cargo pants with pockets running down the side. His boots and gloves were both made up of black chain mail and leather. Both gloves and boots had a pair of knives for each limb.
This figures head was what was shocking. His face would be best described as roguish. His hair was the same as his eyes, White with an unnatural tint of blue. He was not however old, far from it. He was only eighteen years old, but his eyes betrayed any sign of innocence, they looked to be wiser than even the most brilliant of minds. And more hardened than the most bloodthirsty warriors. The scar that ran from the top of his right eyebrow down to the top of his right lip only reinforced that image of the warrior he is.
This mans name was Link.
Link started to stand up his muscles rigid from sleeping on the ground. He was visibly bigger this time around. He gained an extra 5 inches bringing him up 6ft 1 and he bulked up to what looked to be around 250, with not a sign of fat on him.
Link packed up his bed roll and threw it in his magic pouch. It had been a gift from his child hood friend Saria on his tenth birthday. He kneeled down and picked up his massive two handed sword. The blade was four and half feet long but the handle weighed in for another foot. Suffice it to say, He loved this sword. Link strapped it to his back. It looked odd on him being so big. None the less, from the point he picked it up, he never lost a fight since.
"Ya know" the Link said looking to his horse
"She sent me back in time to have a normal child hood, and yet… All I can do is fight"
The horse, Epona, nickered softly.
"I know, I know this probably isn't healthy is it?"
Epona snorted in agreement.
Link Glared at her.
"This is the part where your supposed to disagree with me not snort your approval"
Epona snorted again.
"Yeah well… we should probably get going, were pretty close to the lost woods now"
Epona stared at link as if to ask why they were going back to Hyrule.
Linked looked at her as if reading her mind.
"Were going back cause I've got that damn feeling again. It's like someone's calling your name just out of ear shot or… I don't know its weird"
He turned picking the last of his items up. He sattled Epona. And rode off to the looming forest ahead…
Authors notes
This just a prologue, I haven't written a story in so long so if I'm sucking just give me a few chapters to get the hang of it again. And yes I know its shocking Link isn't wearing tight or green… well actually his belts green but I mean he cant wear all black. And while I was playing the game again (ocarina) no person in their right minds would say those tights are comfortable, and they looked wrong on so many levels. And don't worry. He's only nice to Epona :P