Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Legend of Zelda franchise. The world and characters belong to Mr. Miyamoto and Nintendo. What is mine is the story ideas and OC's. I am not profiting off this work, so please don't sue?
(I'd like to thank my good friend Undrhil for helping me edit!)
I have watched centuries pass and I'm convinced that I have been forgotten: lost within the pages of history.
The Legend of Zelda: The Phoenix's Horn
Here sleeps the maiden, in her ice cage, no one knows her crime and no one knows who punished her.
It is said that once long ago, the lands of Hyrule and those surrounding it held such bountiful life that the people who lived within the boundaries never had to do without. Everyone always had full bellies and not a care in the world as to how to survive the next day.
That is not the case as it stands now.
The world has grown cold and distant. Farmers parley, argue and battle with their plows only to plead with their seeds in hopes that they grow. The forests shun humans and somehow distort those who enter into something monstrous to pit against the fools who keep returning upon the shadows of the trees. The once proud mountain that spits fire and rock has ceased its wondrous display of strength. It sits silent as an old man waiting for death to knock upon its battered heart and lets the cold wind zip past its gargantuan form.
And the snow...it falls closer and closer to the blessed lands of the goddesses.
Fear has begun to reside in the hearts of the people and has bred cruelty into their skin. They have forgotten the lore and the legends of old. They only seek shelter from the ice and snow with the hope of having a meal to eat on the morrow.
She knows this and yet she stands firm against the despair that threatens to devour her land. She is the last of a great line and the only heir left upon the throne. She is rather small and inexperienced but is the only one left to guide the people in their hour of need. The young girl sits upon the grandiose throne looking nothing like the great ruler she is honored to be but more like a doll left to sit upon a chair to wait upon its owner's return.
Through her uncanny wisdom, she has kept her people fed and sheltered as her father had done previously before her and her grandfather before him. Through sheer determination she has kept custody of the seat of power while dissolving conspiracies formed to take away her rightful rule. From dawn to dusk she had spent planning and preparing for disasters yet to come; for she has foreseen the future as a bleak, white and quiet wasteland...
...and she yearns to make it a false vision.
Alas she is just half of a coin. The poor princess has no answers and limited information. The goddesses are strangely quiet and the impending doom has literally begun to pound upon her kingdom's doors. So the girl has no choice but to fight an uphill battle against a storm that has a mind of its own.
In times like this, one would think it would take a miracle to save an ancient civilization.
Would it be surprising that sometimes all it takes is just one person?