For hundreds upon hundreds of years, people remained happy in the land of New Hyrule, living out their lives to the fullest. Then, the world of peace and harmony was shattered when Ganondorf, the evil that had plagued the land ever since the kingdom of Hyrule had been created, returned from the Afterlife wielding immense power. Unfortunately, he was clever enough to disguise himself as a Hylian, and of course, no one expected the scourge that was to be brought upon the land. He secretly killed the Sages of the Master Sword, rendering the Master Sword a useless relic once again, and then manipulated his way into becoming Princess Zelda's royal advisor.
He mercilessly slew her, passing it off as a thief in the night, and by way of a forged will, took over the kingdom. Ganondorf laid a curse on New Hyrule's army and revealed himself, commanding his legions to kill every single man, woman, and child in the kingdom, and find the remaining piece of the Triforce: The Triforce of Courage. However, there was still hope.
A hero arose, bearing the Triforce of courage, and bid the other citizens of the kingdom to go. Thus, they escaped, and the gods felt pity. A discussion was held, and so came about the choice to bring Hyrule up from the depths of the ocean, as a new haven for the banished souls to live upon. They sealed off New Hyrule from the rest of world, and slowly, ever so slowly, everything returned to normal. But Ganondorf still plotted to escape, and one day, he finally did. . . . .
It was an amazing day in Roram Village. The sky was shining brightly, with few rain-bearing clouds, and a cool breeze drifted lazily over the houses of the men and women who lived there.
A young man, aged eighteen, sat up from his bed sleepily. His ocean-blue eyes scanned the room for his clothes, and he found them sitting on his dresser. Smiling, he drowsily stepped over to the dresser, tugged his shirt over his head, stretched for a while, then put on his pants and leather boots. Now for the hygienic activities. He washed his face, leaving him slightly less sleepy. He combed his hair, and washed his teeth He stepped outside, feeling the wind on his face, and headed towards the blacksmith's house. "Hello?" he said when he reache his intended destination. A burly, mustached man looked up. "Ah, hallo, Link, m'lad. How 'ave ye been?"
"I'm doing well. How have you been feeling, Morin?"
"Oh, I been 'avin moi ups'n downs, but overall, I feel fine."
Link smiled. "That's good. So, yesterday you called to tell me you needed me to deliver something?" he asked. Morin nodded. "Aye, apprentice, I been working on it fer three days an' three nights." With that, he prduced a golden crown, inlaid with silver and amehtysts, with a single diamond at it's peak. Link's eyes widened, dazzled by the beauty of the object. "I-I shall take it and deliver it to whomever it was made for." he whispered. "Excellent!" Morin said cheerfully, "But," he added in a serious tone, "Guard it with yer life, because wiffout it. . . ."
He paused.
"Princess Zelda can't 'ave 'er coronation ceremony!"