The Legend of Zelda:
The Flames of the Immortals
Deep within our past, there are secrets left untouched for eons. These secrets, the stuff of legends and epics, hold the keys to the very essence of our nature. They hold the secrets of life, death, and all that lies between. They were tales of spells, swords, and amazing forces that have been left forgotten, drowned in the tides of time itself. This is the story of a hero who saved his land but paid for freedom with blood. Long ago, in the farthest reaches of eternity, a legend was born…
Realms where angels gave their praise. Lands where the very earth shone with blinding radiance. Fire. Death and destruction. A paradise consumed by an infernal power. A young girl crying over a fallen warrior. The maidens face is hidden in darkness, but the heroes features were as clear as day. The face was his own… the maiden crying. The tears fell, one… by one… by one… weeping softly, moaning… a name. "Link… Link."
Link!!! A young man rose with a start, panting and sweating with his bed sheets tangled around his legs. In the blackness of night, a voce shouted his name. He went to the window, lantern in hand. Standing before his house was a young lady of about 14, hands on her hips with a look of exasperation on her face. "
What took you so long!?!" she asked.
The boy in the window paused, than spoke. "I had …business" Link responded reluctantly. "I'll tell you about it when I get down." He added after a moment.
The door opened quietly, and as link stepped out, his friend put it to him almost immediately. "It's about time." She said angrily. Link cringed, awaiting further remarks. Yet rather than making a bigger fuss, she laughed, clear as a bell. Link exhaled, relieved to be out of the hot seat. He had been friends with this girl, who went by the name of Iliana, Ilia for short, for as long as he could remember. He hated when she was angry, especially if he was the focus. Ilia hugged him tightly, retaining a grip on his shoulders when they parted. "Seriously," she said, a concerned look on her face. "What did take you so long?"
Link answered, after much hesitation. "I had that dream again."
Ilia grew even more concerned. "what happened?" she inquired.
"It's always the same…" he began. "I'm walking through paradise. There is no evil, and every thing is beautiful." He paused, giving a shudder of repulsion. "Then… every thing is destroyed. People dying, buildings burn to the ground. A castle crumbling to peaces. Then… every thing is well again."
Ilia looked doubtful." She grasped Link's hand and looked him strait in the eye. "You don't need to hide a thing Link." She said, her voice filled with care and concern. "If there is any thing you need to say, I'm listening.
Link sighed, and Ilia saw that this was probably as hard for him as pulling his own teeth. Link was a pretty tough guy, but he was also very sensitive. Maybe that was why Ilia liked him so much…
The pair sat there for what seamed to be hours. Finally, link worked up the courage to speak.
"Th-theirs a young girl…she's kneeling over some one…crying…crying a name. The person is dead…lying there. The person…he's me…"