*Author's note*

It's been quite a while since I've written anything. For some reason as of late, I've had an insistent spark in my head that I felt needed to be put onto paper. I plan to at least keep up with this story occasionally since I never seem to finish any I write, hence why I deleted my other ones (changed my name to boot).
The idea for it, whether it was intentional or lazy on my end, is based off of Ocarina of Time and what happens after the end of the game, with some elements of Majora's Mask thrown in as well as the main premise of Re:Zero. Enjoy this prologue for now ^.^.

The Forest was in flames.

The Village was in ruins.

The Mountain was a crater.

The Town's streets ran red with blood.

The Lake was a graveyard.

The Castle was simply no longer.

In this land void of life, a voice spoke to me.

"My, you've met with a terrible fate, havent you?"

Prologue: The End Of The Hero Of Time.

I ran. I continued to run until I could run no longer. There was no destination, I simply needed to run. To escape.

But they would not let me.

I found myself at the Temple, the place where I had learned of my destiny. Before I knew it, I was kneeling in front of the Pedestal. Since times long past, the Pedestal housed the power to combat evil, a power where only the chosen were allowed to wield it.

I am of course talking about the Master Sword, which now lays shattered at the Pedestal's base. Whether I carried the remains here, or they found their way here through some other means I cannot remember, nor do I care to. The Sword was useless before, even more so now.

As I sat kneeling, staring at the shattered remains of this ancient power, I heard them. They were coming. I turned to face them. This was not a final showdown. This was not where I held out until help arrived. There was no one left to do so.

This was simply my execution.

They charged. Their mounts shattered the very earth beneath them with every step, such was their power. The riders drew their swords, aimed their bows, and readied their magic. They would not allow any chance of my survival.

I had already accepted this, yet still I screamed. I raged at the unfairness of it all. I despaired at the loss of everyone I ever cared about. I wept with joy that I would soon meet them again. Then the riders were upon me.

My name is Link, and this is how I died.