Prologue
The heroes watched their last stronghold go up in flames shocked. They had answered a call that some of the refugees coming to Haven 72 were under attack. They had been ambushed, and barely escaped with their lives intact.
"What are we doing now?" inquired Samus Aran.
"I'm done, I tried to warn all of you that we needed to get allied in the beginning, before it all went to hell, the Council mocked me, told me to go back to the forests and play with the fairies," Link said angrily. "Well now, that's exactly what I'm going to do, the prophecy be damned."
With that, he sheathed the Master Sword, and left the group behind him without looking back even once. They didn't know what to do. Or who to turn to. Since the beginning, Link had led them, as everything started falling apart around them.
"He's right you know. If we'd all ganged together at the beginning, we would've had a chance to stop them. Now, well we can only sunder and go defend our homes," a sadden Bowser said thinking of the Mushroom Kingdom who were so much ruins by now.
With a murmur of assent the hero disbanded, wondering if they'd even see each other alive. Toad looked around, and lower his head sadly.
"Who's going to save us now?" he whispered.
"I might be able to help you," a harsh voice answered.
Toad turned around, his mushroom like hat falling to the ground. Before him stood the towering shape of a man. A hooded man though.
"H. . .how?" toad inquired.
"Bring forth someone from the Other World, to fight the Evil from the Other World. Only someone from this other land can stop him," the harsh voice answered.
"And how am I suppose to do that," he asked.
The cloaked man pointed to his right, and Toad turned to look. He saw to his stupefaction that a cave had appeared out of nowhere. He turned back to the man, but he was gone. He turned again and saw that the cave was still there, and he shook his head. Surely this couldn't be the Cave of Need. Because if it was, he had just talked to the Guardian, and the Guardian had been the first casualty of this war. Without dwelling to much about it, he shrugged and went in.