Hyrule was long the land of all that was good. For centuries it flourished, seeing war, twilight, and utter terror in many forms. There was however each time a new hero clad in green. He struck evil away with the ancient sword he carried. The Triforce, the ancient power that long was envied by evil forces, was always safe in the end.
For three centuries after the Four Sword Legend had been complete Hyrule found itself at utter peace. The winds no longer held a hesitant fear. The people of the kingdom thought that maybe all was done, and they could finally live the life they wanted to. King after king came to throne. Still no evil prevailed.
However, deep in the lurking shadows beyond Hyrule's borders the Great Evil stirred. He swore to raise once more his broken body. He would have his day. He began to send monsters to stir a war. Villages burned and towns were left broken. The people cried for their hope. Where was the Hero that would rise?
Sheik opened his eyes. The Sages had once more contacted him. He stepped out of his hut and stared blankly out at the deserted village. His people had once more been killed off and slaughtered, including his parents. He jumped on his horse and rode off towards one of the few villages left untouched by the ragging war. His pendant sat on its chain upon his neck. It was the sign of his people. He would see this to the end.
A/N: Please review! Based off a dream I had to enjoy.