Prologue

The sun rose just above the peak of the mountain. As of now the air was still, the dew on the surrounding field began to sparkle as the light soaked in. Even during the most beautiful of mornings not a creature was seen, not a creature was heard. It was silent, deadly silent. The water of Lake Hylia began to shimmer, the sun now over the peak.

In front of the shining glory a lone silhouette stood tall, sword in hand, evil intentions. It could not be seen but a psychotic smile grew on his face, his hair now sailing as a silent breeze drifted across the field. Looking up at the man, Link stood firm, sword unsheathed, and a strong look of determination across his features.

The figure drew back his sword and began the charge, Link charged as well, prepared to defend his homeland. Swords collided, high pitch shrieks and sparks came forth with every contact. Soon, Link gained the upper hand as he rolled under the figure, missing the dark man's sword by fractions of inches. Link rolled face up, gained his footing, his boots slightly digging into the ground as he turned around and lunged his sword towards its spine. At the last possible moment the silhouette of a man shifted and instead Link caught him in the side. A deep cry came bellowing out from its throat as the blood began to pour. Link's hands grasped the Biggoron sword tightly and retracted it with a quick twist from the monster. Sickening sounds emanated from the body as the sword was withdrawn; more blood covered the dewy field.

Before he had a chance to counter the monster turned and swung his sword with deadly force, a clean swipe from Link's lower right hand side up to the left side of his chest. His green tunic slowly became a dark crimson; he stumbled back a couple of feet and fell to his backside in shock. The demon-man advanced ever so slowly, Link looking up, horrified and wincing in pain. Its arm, along with the sword rose in the sunlight, Link's blonde hair clinging to his brow, a trickle of sweat on his face. One single word crossed his mind...Zelda.

The castle was quiet too this particular morning, it was if everything was frozen in time. Only the guards seemed to be void of this though, as always they silently patrolled the premises. Impa guarded as well, standing outside Zelda's door. Inside, the room was beautifully decorated; portraits of family as well as her occupied the walls. A large fireplace was to the left, looking as though it had been burning all night, to the side of it was a door, most likely a walk-in closet. To the left was a nice well-polished bookshelf with hundreds of neatly organized hardbacks and paperbacks, along side the shelf and closest to her bed was her dresser. A spacious window took its place on the wall next to Zelda's bed. Sunlight spilled on to the sheets and Zelda lay amongst the bundle, trying to dream sweet dreams, with Link's seed buried deep within her.

Outside the window a scream, although it be faint, was echoing throughout the land. Shortly after there was a hideous bellow of laughter. She had been asleep but she had seen everything, every gruesome detail of the short battle with her psychic ability. Her eyes fluttered open, it took her little time to realize that Link was no longer beside her, she sat up with a start. Zelda froze there, taking in what her ability had shown her. It was a dream, she thought, I pray to the goddesses it was a dream. Tears formed in her eyes and she curled up and began to cry.

The Legend of Zelda: A New Link

Chapter I- "Training"

12 Years Later...

It is yet another beautiful day in the kingdom of Hyrule, it is an early Spring morning with unusually warm weather for it being so early in the season. So warm in fact that it, in most cases, almost became unbearable. Even with the unusual temperature the villages all around seemed to be very active, the yearly festival at Lon Lon Ranch was near, the people were preparing, excluding at least two. In the courtyard of Hyrule castle there was an appealing scene of flowers blooming and trees budding as well as a scene of combat. Sheik outmaneuvered an oncoming attack of a sword from above, she jumped high into the air, seeming to fall slowly, as if trying to levitate but not quite making it. Two empty hands disappeared behind her back, when they reappeared a full arsenal of daggers flew forth onto her attacker. A shield was held up blocking the daggers and a boomerang was thrown from the apparent enemy. The boomerang although clearly off target created a diversion for another setup. Sheik followed the object with her eyes, allowing the attacker to pitch his shield, like a person would throw a flying disc, at her. With a loud CLANG the dagger assault was permanently stopped, the attacker now jumped quickly through the air and with a dull thud landed behind Sheik and pointed the sword at the back of her neck.

"You lose, master." The sword was removed from her neck, she turned around and looked down at her young pupil. He was clad in nothing but a black tunic and large brown boots. His shaggy blonde hair swayed to the right as a light breeze came in from the open area beyond the courtyard.

With the intense look in his eyes, Sheik thought, he looks exactly like his father.

"Very good. I feel that your training is near an end," Sheik smiled underneath the hood, but it soon turned to a frown, "but I feel that there is something horrible on its way." Sheik then clutched her temple as if in pain. The young apprentice looked up to see tears roll down her cheeks and start to dampen the mask. He had seen her like this before, she was getting an "image" as she had called it. But, he had never seen an "image" have this much of and affect on her, and it really seemed to upset him.

"Sheik? Are you gonna be okay," he asked, looking at her with his big blue eyes. My god, he really is his exact double, Sheik took his hand, "Don't worry Link," she started, taking second to clear her thoughts, "I'll be fine, but right now your mother needs you...she's waiting up in her tower.