Disclaimer: I do not own the ideas of Legend of Zelda. I was actually thinking about selling this idea to the person who makes the Legend of Zelda video games and seeing if they'd make a video game of my idea. Wish me luck! Furthermore, any of you steal my idea, and I will KILL you. Also, I apologize for the lack of paragraphing and compelling fight scenes. Finally, I have put a quote that I more or less came up with, and is supposed to be spoken by either Link or the narrator. Which ever one you prefer to think. Well, let's get on with this! *Dramatic hand-wave, causing the scene to fade to the beginning of our story…*
ProlougeThe Thief of Hyrule
What has this world come to…? A world… Where one must steal… In order to simply get by…
The boy in green dashed, faster than the eye could detect, across the tops of buildings that loomed drearily over the city of Hyrule. He smirked as he spotted a lone man walking in the streets. He jumped down into an alleyway, unbeknownst to his next victim, plastering his body against the wall. Readying himself for the perfect time to strike. He studied the man for a few moments. He was obviously rather old, for he had gray hair, a wrinkled face, a severly hunched back and used a wooden cane as he walked. In his hand, he held a woven basket. Food. Though the boy as he drew his sword and jumped from his hiding place, immediately placing his sword, a blade his mother had gifted him before he'd left his home, in front of the man's neck. "Gimme some food." Commanded the boy in the tattered clothing.
"Huh? Is that you? 'The Thief of Hyrule, Link?' " the man screamed, instantly realizing that he was in trouble.
"Come on, old man! Gimme the basket!" Link screamed as the man instantly gave into the demand.
"There! Take it all! Just don't hurt me!" The boy swooped up the basket, before sprinting off, just as the Hylian Soldiers began to arrive, they split into two groups, as if they had already planned what they were gonna do ahead of time.
"Stop where you are!" one of them screamed, but it was too late. Link was no where to be found.
"Damn!" another one yelled. "We lost him!"
"The Princess is gonna kill us! That's the third time this week! Everyone's in a panic too!" They shook their heads and turned around, knowing that even though he'd had no time to escape, they wouldn't be able to find him. Link stood, plastered against the wall just arourn the corner, peeking out at the people who had been attempting to capture him. He waited a moment, then smiled and then left quietly slipped off in the oppisite direct, for home, content on the that he would be well fed tonight.
The blond walked into his 'house', newly acquired basket in hand. He had looked through the basket just before he made his walk home and, in it, laid a strange golden chain, which was now clipped around his neck. In all his years of being a thief, never before had he seen anything so… strange? It somehow gave him a nice feeling inside his empty stomach. He took a piece of fresh bread from the basket, immediately placing it on the table with his other food items, all of which had been stolen from innocent citizens. Sitting on the small pile of straw, which served as his bed, he looked in the the direction of the castle, taking in the same wonderful view he experienced every time he layed his sights on the distant structure. Today, it seemed even more magnificent than it did on any average day. The way the setting rays from the sun hit the towers just right, and the way the sun was visible between different sections of the building. It made it that much greater. As the boy sat and thought, that place didn't seem like much more than a dream to him. Something about it made it seem like something that was too good to be true, or even something that was within his grasp. "Someday…" He whispered to himself. "Someday… I'm gonna go there…" He took a huge bite of his bread, letting the simple flavor roll over his tongue. He knew it was so highly unlikely that he actually would, but he just felt, somewhere deep down, something that compelled him. Drew him in. Yet another thing he had heard, was of a beautiful princess that lived there. She was, apparently, the ruler of Hyrule, the one in charge. From the information Link had heard, the people thought of her as a great, kind and caring princess. As far as Link could see though, if she really cared about her people, then why was he still running around Hyrule, avoiding the guards. Someday. Someday he would set foot inside the castle. Not as a criminal. No. But as a friend. Someone who was welcome. The thought brought a smile to his face as he shoved the last of his bread in his mouth. He layed down, drifting off to sleep in the same way the sun slowly slid down the horizon. And he dreamed. The same dream he had since he left home.
:…Flashback…:
The small cild sat at his mother's bedside, listening to her labored breathing. As he stood, he reached for the rag on her forehead, and spun in place, wringing it out, before stepping away, into the kitchen to put more water on it. Looking at the spot on the counter he had designated for the ingredients for the cure to her rare disease. The Gerudo Tribe's doctor had come by, complying to Link's request that she do whatever she could to help his mother, but was only able to diagnose her, and give Link the recipe to the cure. The rest was up to him. He had, thus far, found twenty-nine of the thirty-two ingredients, and the last three were in an all too familiar place. The place only place he could escape to. He walked quickly back into his mother's room, placing the cloth back on her head, and pressing it gently for a moment, spoke to her. "Mom… I'm going out for a little while… If you need anything… Call for the neighbor…" He walked away, towards the door, but his mother returned his words, weakly and quietly.
"Link… Be… careful…" She coughed. Link looked over his shoulder as he paused, and gave a warm smile.
"Don't worry, Mom. I'll be ok." She gave the biggest smile she could before shutting her eyes, and resting.
Link held his arms out to his sides, holding himself steady as he climbed along the rocks. This was the only place he could get away anymore. Away from the great responsibility he had been given, even at the age of seven. Gerudo Caverns. It used to be used as a training field, but it had long since been abandoned. The grounds around it were perfectly fine, and Link didn't know what laid inside, so he actually never went into the cave, but rather trained around it. Since he was old enough to understand just what he was, he came here behind his tribe's back and explored. Put his physical abilities to the test. After taking care of his mother, of course. This was his daily routine. Come here and, before anyone had noticed, slip back into the town and go about life the way they wanted him to live it. His mother, though, was different from the rest of the tribe. She didn't force him to live the way everyone else said he had to. "You do whatever makes you happy…" He heard her voice in his mind, which brought a smile to his face.
"I am doing what makes me happy, Mother." The thought of her, though, also brought sadness and concern. It was then that he laid eyes on the entrance to the cave. The place where he item he needed to complete the recipe could be found. He sprinted inside, keeping his eyes peeled in case there were any Gerudo Mushrooms, Gerudo Dragonflies, or Sparkling Crystals nearby. "Okay…" He began as he put his hand on his forehead, like people do when they're looking for something. "Where to look…?" He began, as he laid eyes on a sparkling room. "Ah! The crystals!" He sprinted off in that direction, and through the door-like arch that lead into the space. In the middle of said room, was a huge, gleaming mound of mineral. His lips slowly stretched up into a curve, before he walked forward, and went to grab a small, loose chunk of it. It felt warm in his hand. As if it were giving off its own source of heat. Link then slipped it into one of the four pouch on the side of his belt, and began to exit the room. It was then that someone, who appeared to be of the Gerudo Tribe. The only thing was, she didn't look familiar to Link at all. Why had he never seen her face before?
"You. Boy. Who are you?" He took a half step back, instinctively reaching for the small dagger he kept in the sheath on the very back of his belt. Staring at her for a moment, he noticed that she didn't wear the clothes that the Gerudo commonly wore; a low-cut top that cut off at the bottom around mid-belly, and pants that were thin enough to allow wind through, but not the Sun's harmful rays. "I ask again." She spoke, her tone patient, but her expression saying otherwise. "Who are you, boy?"
"Th… They call me Link of the Gerudo! The King of Thieves!" He stood up straighter as he said this, unsheathing his blade. The woman looked at him for what seemed like an eternity, before bursting into a blood-curdling shriek of a laugh.
"You? The King of Thieves? A child like you? Despite the fact that you are the one male born every hundred years, you still don't have any right " She gave a menacing smile. "Well, 'Link of the Gerudo: King of Thieves.' It's time you realized just who you're dealing with. I am Nabru: Rouge of the Gerudo Tribe. I'm gonna teach you a lesson for coming here. A permanent lesson." Link went wide-eyed as she pulled out a sword and jumped at him. In a panic, he rolled outta the way and swung at her with the knife, only to fail at his first attempt. She turned and stabbed in his direction, the tip of her blade making a fine cut on his cheek, just beneath his eye. Surprised that he hadn't been ended, Link did a backflip, putting the arm of his free hand to his injury, and pulling it away to see his shirt stained with blood.
"Shit!" He yelled, dodging underneath her next attack, getting her right at the top of her thigh. She stumbled back, her wound leaking blood.
"You… You…!" She began, but didn't get the chance to finish before Link interrupted.
"I am the King of Thieves! You will kneel before me!" The woman looked at him for a moment, before placing her sword and getting on the knee of her good leg, supporting the rest of her weight with her hands.
"Though I will never worship you… I do admit that you have some skill. Some." She glared at him before looking away. "Take my sword. It's been passed down in the Gerudo for generations, and it was said that it was meant to be used by the Hero chosen by the Goddess." Link picked it up and looked it over, swinging it around once or twice before nodding, despite how long it was for his young build.
"Thank you, Nabru: Rouge of the Gerudo Tribe." He then sheated his dagger and pulled it off of his belt, kicking it to her, along with some bandages. "Dress your wound; you're bleeding quite a bit." He then walked over to her, and took the sheath to the sword, walking away, having successfully won his first ever fight. "Oh." He began as he stood in the acrhway. "And how'd you become a rouge?" He asked as she gave a smile.
"How? It's quite simple really." Link didn't turn around, but he could tell just from her tone of voice that this was gonna be something devastating. Something tragic. "I… Was a mass murderer among our tribe." Link's expression was on of shock as he returned to her, keeping his voice as steady as possible.
"Is… Is that so?"
"Why yes, Mr. King of Thieves. I thought you would've known. Then again, you are just a Tiny Tike." She laughed again, only this time it was much darker.
"I'll be on my way then." He walked away, leaving the rouge to herself, as she picked up the bandages and began to give herself the best medical attention she could. Link strapped his knew blade to his back, the tip of it dragging in the dirt. Did he really want it, though? It was most likely the weapon used to kill his people. His family. He sighed, continuing on, into the next room of the cavern, where he used the blade to kill some burrowing worms, and then snatch up a Gerudo Dragonfly, which he put in the pouch with the Crystal. In the room, there was also a hidden chest with a key inside. It's design was rather peculiar. The body of the key was made of only the purest gold, with a ruby encrusted in it at the circular part after the part of the key that was made to go into its matching lock. Below that, were two nubs that looked like devilsh horns. "Hmm?" He said to himself, and went back out into the room where he entered, only to see a door he had not yet entered, with a keyhole in it, that appeared to be a perfect match with the key held in his hand. Slowly, he walked forward, putting the key in the hole and twisting it, hearing a successful clicking noise, and the lock fell off the door, permitting Link entrance. Sprinting ahead, he began thinking to himself, What have I gotten myself into?_
He walked into the center of this room, seeing nothing outta the ordinary. "Hmmmm…?" Curiosity took over him, as he looked to the ceiling, instantaneously doing a backwards flip outta the way of a rock that was just hucked his way, whie simultaneously drawing his sword. On the ceiling rested a ginat, scorpion-like creature that seemed to be laughing at Link for his foolishness.
"Hs hs hs…" It laughed, its entire body shaking slightly.
"Why you-!" Link began as it threw another rock at him, and Link took a good swing with his sword, hitting it back at the beast above him, surprisingly brining about a dramatic effect. He did this three more times before the scorpion fell from the cieiling with a thud. Standing over the creature, his chest puffed out, a strong glare in his eyes, the blond sheathed his sword, finally able to move ahead, to the last portion of the cave. As he moved, he looked side to side, in high hopes of finding his Gerudo Mushroom. His mother's cure. This thought made him walk a bit faster, as he entered the final room, spotting a field of mushrooms in the back. A huge childish smile took over his expression, relieving his worry of never finding all of the ingredients. He picked a few, then put it in his pouch, and turned to leave. Mom…_
The door to the Gerudo home was thrown open, the blond throwing himself inside. "Mom!" He screamed. "I found it! I found-" He paused as he stared at the strange woman standing at his mother's bedside, a sad look on her face.
"Such a horrible fate…" The woman began as confusion took over Link's expression.
"Who are you? What fate? What are you talking about?" He demanded, the woman finally tearing her vision from Link's mother.
"I'm so sorry. Your efforts were all in vain. You Majesty… You're mother is dead."
:…Flashback over…:
Link's teared up eyes were seemingly forced open as he flung his torso from the hay, his right hand flying to his chest. "Mom…" He whispered through his heavy breathing. His face contorted as he stood up, grabbing that blade from all those years ago so tightly that his knuckles turned white and walking through the door, wanting to avert his mind of that horrid memory.
And that's the prolouge! Yay! This is my third time writing it. I just wanted to set it up right for the chapters that are still being made. Chapter one is really close to being done, so that'll be up soon too. Sorry for removing the story, and then it taking so long for it to be put back up. Anyway, please review! Thanks for reading!
