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BEGINNING NOTE: Before we jump into the story, I would like to say a few things. First, this does not take place inside any of the timelines. It is after Majora's Mask, but it is NOT Twilight Princess. It is its own little timeline. Second, this is my first fanfiction, so don't expect it to be great. And lastly, if you enjoy this story, please review. Give me some ideas and ask questions. You're more than welcome to.
With that settled, let's begin!
CHAPTER I
The moon shined brightly over the small town of Ordon. Every light was out except for one small flame visible through the window of a house on the edge of the town, next to the forest.
Link was sneaking across the house, moving toward the cellar. He had hoped that he would not have to do this, but Malon had insisted that he stayed. She had said he was too old for adventures, and she was partially right: His skin was wrinkled (but not that much), his hair was gray, he had scars all over him, and he wore an eye patch over his left eye. He was wearing what looked like his regular tunic, but was light brown instead of green, and he wore no hat. He had a beard, as well. But he was still as strong as he was when he was young, and wiser.
I have to do this, he thought to himself as he slowly and quietly opened the door to the cellar. I'm doing this for Malon, and Rusl, and Bo, and everyone else here… No, I'm doing this for Hyrule. And Terminia. I'm doing this for the world. The door was open now, and he forced himself to enter. I have to find the reincarnated hero and teach him everything I know. Without him, the world will crumble. By then he had found his bow, the Ordon sword and shield, and his green tunic. He was not going to wear it himself; rather, he was bringing it with him to give to the new hero.
As he creeped toward the front door, he heard the floorboards creak behind him.
"LINK! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?" Malon shouted. Link spun around and instinctively drew his sword.
"Oh, it's only you, Malon." He said. He sheathed his sword and turned around, heading for the door again.
"You haven't answered my question yet, Link. I thought we agreed that you wouldn't leave. You're all I have left…" Malon sighed.
"Malon, you don't understand. There is something evil coming. Something that is going to rip this world apart." Link turned away from her.
"Ganondorf?" Malon asked.
"No, it feels… different." He turned and looked at her. "Ganondorf wanted to rule, to control… whatever this is, it wants to destroy."
"So you're going to go and find this 'new hero'?"
"Yes."
"Well, I can't stop you. At least I can give you something to remember me…"
Malon handed him a leather wristband dyed green and gold. He put it on, and started for the door.
He could hear Malon crying as he walked away from Ordon.
*&^%$# !
Held walked through the tent flap. The Bulblin village was bustling with activity, even though it was night. The desert sand blew in the wind, and he pulled his rough scarf over most of his face. Although the sand and the dust were irritating, the cool breeze was welcome. They were lucky when they had a cool night; it was easier to sleep. But now was not the time for sleep. Some Bulblin scouts had spotted Hylian Soldiers near them, and that meant only one thing: war.
Held had lived his whole life in the Bulblin camp; and he had watched it grow. Now it was more like a city. He did not know who his father and mother were, but the Bulblins had taken him in and treated him like one of them. But the recent raids had threatened the survival of the city of Isixeko. Now, they had a whole army to deal with. King Bulblin had sent a messenger requesting aid from the other Bulblin tribes, but Held doubted they would come. Asking a Bulblin for help was basically saying, "Hi! I'm a weakling!" They had a chance, though. King Bulblin himself had asked Held to be on the front lines; he had the strategic mind of a Hylian and the deadliness of a Bulblin. He was to develop a strategy to catch the Hylian army by surprise, and the brute force of his Bulblin companions would do the rest.
But as he walked to the barracks, King Bulblin approached him and said, in his deep, scratchy voice, "There has been a change of plan. We have reinforcements, so there is no need for an ambush. Such a thing is dishonorable anyway. You will instead be charging, with the rest of the army." The King paused to yell at some lazy soldiers, then continued. "Unfortunately, we cannot avoid this battle. Some of our men are sure to be lost whether or not we charge them. We are more likely to win if we attack them first, instead of defending. I would like you to lead a group of 20 warriors. You are their commander. They are in barrack 2. Go and make sure they are ready. King Bulblin looked around at all the people in the city, many of which were going to fall in battle. Held thought he saw a bit of sadness in the massive Bulblin's face. "All troops must be ready at sunrise. Tomorrow, we go to war."
ENDING NOTE: Well, what did you think? I know, it's a bit boring, (and short) but, as you know, tomorrow (or sometime else this week, hopefully) they go to war! It WILL get more exciting later on. And for those of you who didn't realize it, YES, Held is a Hylian. Held is actually the Xhosa word for 'hero'. Well, I guess you know what role HE'S gonna play… OR MAYBE I'M JUST TRICKING YOU! ;) MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU'LL NEVER KNOW!... Until more of the story comes out, of course.
Bye-bye! Have a good thing happen to you in the next twenty years!