CHAPTER 1
Of Smith and Link
It was a time of prosperity for Hyrule. Nestled in a valley under the great might of Mount Crenel, the country knew no more than peace and prosperity. It had been decades since the great hero of old took the Golden Light and the Sacred Blade from the beings known as the Picori. It had been decades, since any evil or shadows crept across the lands. But now was a new time for a new evil was rising. An evil that yearns to take the gift of the Golden Light and turn it against the Hylians…
On the one-hundredth year anniversary of evil's first defeat, the Hylians held a yearly festival, dedicated to the Picori who very well may have saved all of Hyrule. It was a warm day; as the first splashes of orange light crept across Hyrule, from the Veil Falls to the swamps of the Castor Wilds, all were in celebration. Castle Town was being decorated for the great festival, and not even before the sun rose above the mighty trees of the Minish Forest the festivities were ready.
South of Castle Town, in a beautiful field will streams and ponds nearby, lived the greatest blacksmith alive in Hyrule. His name, ironically, happened to be Smith. Now Smith lived a life of peace, along with his grandson and apprentice who is named Link. Link is a courages and kind child, even at the age of eleven he shows great promise in almost everything he does. However, Link's heroic flaw is laziness and his rash, Ute lateral way of thinking. Yet still, the child was good a heart and a dear friend of Princess Zelda, the young heir to the Hylian Throne.
Light began to bathe over Hyrule, yet it was still somewhat early. The young princess was walking southward from Castle Town. Wind blew the grasses of South Hyrule Field. Not too far in the distance, Zelda saw a small, yet quaint little house sitting atop a low ridge. She walked along the rocky walls of the ridge and soon it was north of her. She walked up a low, gradual hill towards the front of the house. The sun began to raise high above all of Hyrule.
From within the house, Smith heard a knock on the door. He was working over an anvil shaping at sword into perfect form. After hammering it one last time, he put his hammer down and left the sword on the anvil. Smith opened the door and Zelda walked in. Smith nodded:
"Good morning your highness," he said, bowing slightly.
"Hello Smith is Link here right now?" she asked.
"Yes, the lad was up late helping me last night. Hold on a second…" Smith went over to a staircase, "Link, time to get up boy!!!" he bellowed up the stairs.
On the second floor, Link awoke abruptly. He sat up and looked around as his eyes adjusted to the light. Link ran his hands through his thick, untamed blonde hair. He got out of bed pulled on his green tunic and some brown boots. After getting dressed he put a belt on and went downstairs. Link rubbed his eyes as he walked down the stairs and it took a second to realize Zelda was standing in the doorway.
"Hey Link!" Zelda said excitedly, a smile crossing her face. "Are you ready to go?" For the life of him, Link could not remember what she was talking about. He thought hard but the answer never came. "Remember Link, The Picori Festival."
Link remembered now, how could he have forgotten. Zelda laughed then went ahead of Link outside. Just as Link went to follow her he felt Smith grab his shoulder. Link turned around and he saw a look of extreme seriousness upon his face. Silently, Smith beckoned to the other room and he headed that way. Link hesitated, double-taking for a moment to look towards Zelda, the he followed after Smith.
In the workroom Smith walked over to the anvil he had been working over before Zelda showed up. He grabbed the newly tempered sword and put it in a plain brown sheath. Turning to Link, Smith handed him the sword.
"Link," he began. "This sword is to go with you to Castle Town, as you know; they present the winner of the sword fighting tournament with one of my swords every year. Make sure it gets there, the King is an old friend of mine and I'd hate for something to ruin the ceremony." As he spoke Link attached the sheath to his belt. He ran his hand over the handle then looked back over at Smith. He continued to speak, "Link, I know you and Zelda have bee childhood friends, but she is a princess. Watch after her and make sure nothing happens, okay?"
Again Link nodded and Smith smiled. He beckoned for Link to take his leave. Link silently walked out of the house, still eyeing the hilt of the sword at his side. As he left the house Zelda was already at the bottom of the ridge, and he ran to catch her…