Hello, everyone! This is the Author here. Just sticking my nose in to say hi. This is my first fanfiction, so constructive reviews are appreciated :D
I'm dedicating this story to Ceu Praca, an excellent authoress. If you haven't seen her stuff, then you should read that, first. If you're smart enough to ever talk to her, you will Never regret it.
And with out further annoyance, here is the story! Enjoy!
"Shadow Temple... Here is gathered Hyrule's bloody history of greed and hatred..."
— Mysterious skull in the Shadow Temple
"No truer words have been spoken, even by the trapped spirits of that dark hole. Remember that, son. It's our way, to remember, and never make the same mistakes," a middle aged man said, as he set his baby into a basket, wrapping the blankets over his small frame a little more, and tucking a small package of notes into the blanket. "Remember that, son," he says, one last time, before lifting the basket and stepping out into the night. He didn't have far to go, and the light was something he was used to.
"You're really taking this assignment?" he heard, to his left, from some shadows. "You don't know what could be hiding out there!"
"Exactly why I must head out there," he coolly replied. "If there is a threat to Hyrule out there, wouldn't you want to prevent it, too?"
"That valley is cursed, you fool!"
"And if there's a way to rid it of that curse? I'm still going. You won't stop me, or change my mind"
"And your son?"
"Don't let him go after me. And don't you dare let the elders consider putting him through the test of Courage."
"Fine."
Red eyes met each other for a moment, the basket changed hands, and, with a final, slight nod, the figures in the dark left; one, to go home and care for a young baby, the other, to fight a curse.
With one final look behind him at his son, the last, living token to remember his wife, the man turns. "Say his name for me. Show that you remember it."
The figure with the basket sighs. "Achillas."
With that, they both fade into the mists.