A/N- This is a Legend of Zelda story and therefore I don't own it, Nintendo does and all rights go to them

Thank you all for stopping by to read my story in the making! I hope you like it and look foward to other chapters soon!

~SeriousRice~

A legend will flow through the lips and minds of a person as if it was strung in their memory. Timeless and yet changed and forgotten, thrown away to be buried under the sands of time. Although nothing is really forgotten or gone, it's just sitting to collect dust while the new makes it way in. There was once a legend and is now unknown by even the oldest of souls. It has been kicked to the side, unspoken of and lost in the sea of time. There's an old saying that goes something like a wise man is unwise if he does not know all the legends of the world. This is unwise to say because men are foolish, and legends come in so many that it's impossible to have heard them all. Please, listen to this legend that I speak of and may it be returned from the ashes of the back of man's mind…

A very long time ago, as many legends start, there lay a glorious kingdom. It was called Verstand, after the valiant leader that rid the land of peril and saved the people. The land was, simply put, a wonder. The lush green plains spread as far as the eye could see, leading vision to vast forests, snow-capped mountains and a sea as blue as the heavens. The forest held the tallest trees known to man and the most gratifying sense of peace upon entrance. The mountains wrapped around Verstand like motherly arms, keeping the land protected, and they stood so tall that the folk said that if you made it to the top you could touch the stars. To the east an ocean glistened in the sun every day opening the mind for imagination of faraway lands. The weather held no signs of disaster. Day in and day out, the sun shone brightly and when it rained, it was almost as warming as the sun. During the nights, the skies were clear, no specks of clouds could ever be seen and the stars were so bright that they could brighten the spirits of even the weariest of travelers.

The folk were almost as breathtaking as the sights. No sounds of anger or complaints ever left their lips. Anything that went wrong was simply smiled pleasantly at. Their days were lead with the best foot forward and would be always and forever. No one could imagine devastation that the world could bring as innocence shrouded the minds of the citizens in Verstand. Every tale began with "once upon a time" and ended with "the end". The stories had chivalrous knights who banished evil, which was only described as evil, and damsels in distress that had looks beyond any man's dreams. Adventures lurked around every corner in their tales and reflected the inner urge for adventure which was not available. Everything was pleasant, everything was good and most of all everything was at peace.

In Verstand no one could comprehend the idea that one day, everything that was; everything that was good might fall. The illusion of a forever peaceful world spewed from the minds of people and showered the world with ignorance. A wise man would say, 'do not be fooled by the tales of old. Within the truth there is a lie, within good there is evil,' and in reply, like for most things that disrupted the lay of the land, one would smile as if the old man was a small child making cute sounds and go on with their day.

The winds of change drew near this wondrous land as the sun began to set on its peace. It was noticeable first with the ocean in the east. In the brightest hour, of the brightest day, where most would expect the ocean to glisten like a jewel under the sun's rays, it began to twist and turn until it became dull. Lifeless and unsuitable the ocean became, and in return the people of Verstand stuck up their noses and smiled at the different sights their world had to offer. The elder folk would sit on the gray sand, and let the now roaring waves crashed around them as they stared it in the face, unmoved by the ferocity. They said that something was becoming of Verstand and that the ocean would begin to ripple and then the ominous presence it gave off would be carried by the breeze into the rest of the land. Ignorant to the warnings, the people just began to avoid the ocean and when they woke up, they wouldn't even glance in that direction for it was much too dull to notice.

Life wasn't the same after the change in the ocean occurred. Clouds began to fill the night skies and block the stars from shining bright and the moon from watching over the folk in the suns absence. The rain what was once soft, gentle and as warm as the days there, became brittle, cold and depressing. Grey skies would engulf Verstand and a cold wind would billow through the land, chilling even the happiest of souls to the bone. No one wanted a part of it, people did not speak of their fear of the world their precious Verstand might become and they did not even pay attention. Simply put, the folk smiled at the grey skies and obscured nights and waited until the sun came out. The more aware of the people would not be heard, their warnings passed through one ear and out the next, until that day. The day unspoken.

Not much was mention about the day unspoken but it happened, oh it did. Like the legend itself, it has been lost, forever to wander on the lips of the trembling dead as they bring back the memory. The people of Verstand were forever cursed, forever awakened to the horrors of the world they lay under….