Max: Yet another story. Heh, funny how these ideas pop out of no where.
Grayson: Quit talking like you wrote a novel, shesh.
Max: I'm WORKING on it! Anyway, do the disclaimer or I will make you suffer.
Grayson: Own nothing, gain nothing, so apparently this DOES nothing. Oh, and Max doesn't own me.
Max: I am sure the have figured that out by now. Anyway, prologue!
Prologue
Little did the land of Hyurle, or any of the world for that matter, know that there are shadows beyond the past and present. Beyond the darkness that covers the world or falls upon the ground when the sun's rays hit down upon Hyurle's inhabitants. There are also shadows of the future, or shadows of what could have been, or the most rare, shadows of what once was. Shadows like Sheik, who had been tossed out like a broken toy once he was of no use. (Max: I know that in the game Sheik and Zelda are one person, but for this stories purposes they will be separated.) Sheik had been lounging in the shadows for sometime, not really motivated to reveal himself to the world once more after being so bitterly betrayed. Or at least that is what it felt like to him. No Sheik was not motivated, that is until he felt that two more shadows had entered the world. Shadows much like himself.
Max: Well, there is the Prologue. Now what do you say? Should I continue or should I discontinue before I even start?
Grayson: Obey. The. Lemming. Damn it.