Introduction.

In 1986 Shigeru Miyamoto released a game called The Legend of Zelda, based on an old story predating history as we know it today. In 1998 he released a prequel to that story, The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Though he did well to state the facts, much was left out of the story. I will now tell the tale as it truly was…

(This was a purely fictitious introduction used only to add to the story)

Prologue

The old man stood at the alter of a monolithic temple. On his left side stood a young girl whose head was bowed and eyes closed. Both stood in reverent prayer bowing their heads to a large statue portraying three women, fierce and beautiful surrounding a large stone pyramid.

The man surveyed each of the three women's faces, every one a beautiful goddess with a deep knowing penetrating from their stone eyes. He glanced at the beautiful fist sized stones that were set into the brows of the goddesses; an emerald for the flesh of the earth, ruby for the blood, and sapphire for the spirit. The man was watching the pulsing glow of the stones when he heard steps approach behind him. The footfalls had been expected, yet each ringing step depend the cold dread that lay in his heart. He closed his eyes and spoke softly, the girl made no movement at his side.

"So it is true," his voice was clear and strangely did not echo among the tall arches of the ceiling. "You are alive."

A deep gravely voice rang out deep with dark mirth. "Did you not know?" The footsteps stopped and the old man turned to face the man who intruded on the peaceful silence.

"I knew," He said with short, quiet, definition. "When no child had been chosen upon the ruby of power my suspicions were confirmed."

"The power belongs to be." The man's words were a deep growl in his throat. The old man only sighed as though his words were a burden. "You speak true Gannon, but you have contorted the blessed powers in ways I can never forgive." His eyes stared deeply into Gannon's. "You are not the same man I taught all those years ago."

Gannon smirked and returned the old mans fierce gaze with defiance. Moments went by where the only sound heard in the great room was the controlled breathing of young girl who continued to pray. Suddenly Gannon pointed at the old man and bellowed with a dark triumph.

"Do not think you can enter my mind Rauru, your wisdom can not penetrate my power." He was breathing heavily. Composing himself he growled "Give me the triforce."

"You still refuse to understand." The old man gestured to each of them in turn. "These clothes we wear, the green warrior tunic, the blue scribe's robes, the read and gold armor and gauntlets, all symbolic of the attributes we have come to possess. Gifts given to us by the goddess' to aid in the ruling of their nation."

"You bore me old man." Gannon growled. Rauru continued to speak over Gannon throwing his arms wide with passion.

"This temple, the greatest temple ever built, reaches out in five great arms to a source of earthly power—"

"My patience is wearing thin."

"—fire, forest, water, shadow, and spirit, joining here where we stand illuminated by our great goddesses." The passion in the old man's voice had grown to such a crescendo that spittle was flying out of his proclaiming mouth. Gannon began to growl louder, his hand reaching for his sword. Rauru only continued to lift his strange heavy voice, spinning around once more to face the enormous statue. "A light we were destined to protect with our very lives, along with the gifts we each received."

Suddenly Gannon attacked with the speed and ferocity of a large predatory cat. There was a pure note of ringing metal as the young girl suddenly whipped around lifting her sword in defense of the old man. Gannon stared at the calm determination on her face. His eyes found the tattoo that peeked out from beneath her tunic and chain mail. It was of a weeping eye stationed at the base of her throat between the collar bones. A trade mark of the shiekah tribe. His eyes continued to travel up her strong well trained arms to the magnificent sword she held and he uttered a cry of outrage jumping back from the blade.

"The master blade!" He snarled. "That sword should be mine."

Rauru turned slowly to look Gannon in the eye. The young girl held the legendary blade at the ready. She shook her head slightly to move the short oddly silver hair from her beautiful face. The girl could hardly be older than nine but the presence behind the face was much older.

"It was never meant for you, just as it was never meant for me. Impa was able to pull the blade from its plinth where your efforts had failed. Therefore, she became the true wielder of the master sword."

"That sword is mine," Gannon was practically raring , his great white teeth showing wide in a great snarl. "And I will take it and the triforce if I must bring down this cursed temple to do so!"

He swung his sword down upon the young girl and the master sword parried his blow with ease. He swung a gauntleted hand toward a wall causing it to crack. He did the same to the opposite wall and then attacked ferociously again. Rauru stood trying to keep the walls from collapsing. His hands were outspread and a look of deep concentration was on his face. Beads of sweat began to form at his temples.

The fight between the young girl and the large powerful man continued to rage. They were spinning and striking with such speed, the air around them grew hazy with a magical heat.

Gannon began to push her toward a pillar, swinging his sword down repeatedly on the raised master sword. Impa felt the pillar against her back and saw the large gauntleted hand punch toward it. She lifted the sword planning to parry the oncoming fist when the tip of Gannon's sword pierced her abdomen.

The entire room seemed to freeze as though the air had suddenly been sucked out of it. Silence began to descend on the young girls ears and she looked into the triumphant face of Gannon. The corners of her mouth lifted into a smile and with her remaining power she hurled the sword to Rauru before collapsing against the pillar impaled by the blade.

Gannon turned in time to see the old man catch the sword and begin to run for the Pedistal Room. He turned his back on the dead girl hurtling after. "There is nothing you can do old man. That sword is mine!"

When he entered the circular room he saw Rauru standing above the decorated plinth, the master sword raised high. The old man stared at Gannon with a hard sad look on his face.

"You will never hold the sword, or the triforce." And with an almighty yell he slammed the sword into its plinth. At the same time the three great stones began to shine with a great light and burst from the brows of the goddess' statue. The great wind that followed brought the stone walls to the ground.

And all were sealed in time.

Many years later a fairyless Kokiri child shivered in his forest home, dark dreams tormenting his sleep.