I used to write fan fiction quite frequently, but it's been several years now. I fear my writing skills may be a bit shaky but, nevertheless, I will endeavor to keep this story interesting, as it has been crashing around in my head for some time now. Hope you enjoy.

Prologue: Legends and Myths

This is but one of the legends passed down by your kind.

Long ago, before time began, before the spirits and life existed, three golden goddesses descended upon the chaos that would later be known as the land of Hyrule.

Din, the goddess of power, Nayru, the goddess of wisdom, and Farore, the goddess of courage.

Din, with her strong arms, cultivated the land and created the red earth.

Nayru poured her wisdom onto the earth and gave the spirit of law to the world.

Farore, with her rich soul, produced all life forms that would uphold the law.

The three goddesses, with their labors complete, departed for the heavens. The sacred relic, the triforce was left at the place where the goddesses departed our world. Since that time, the sacred treasure has become the basis of our world's providence, and its resting place is known as the sacred realm.

The three goddesses hid the triforce somewhere in Hyrule, for it is said that its mighty power will grant the wish of any person who holds it.

If someone with a righteous heart makes a wish, it will lead Hyrule to a golden age of prosperity. However, if someone with and evil heart has his wish granted, it is foretold that the world will be consumed with darkness.

In order to protect the triforce from evil, the ancient sages built the temple of time, which houses the entrance to the sacred realm from our world. They then sealed the entrance so that only those who proved themselves truly worthy of the gods' power could ever hope to enter.

However, darkness is a power that never sleeps. As time passed, the hearts of men grew evil. A great civil war broke out over the land of Hyrule. All sought to claim the sacred realm and the power within it.

In the midst of the bloodshed, a man from the desert, of the Gerudo tribe emerged. The man who was called the Demon King had strength in battle that could be rivaled by none. His might and lust for power brought both sides clamoring for his allegiance in the war. Rather than submitting to their demands, he slew all who approached him and claimed the Sacred Realm for himself. However, as he approached the triforce, something occurred that none could have anticipated.

In one last attempt to preserve the fate of the world, the triforce shattered into three pieces, two of which fled the Demon King. The single piece that remained in his grasp, although granting him unimaginable power, was not enough to satiate his greed.

To put an end to his reign, the goddesses ordered the sages to seal him away along with the Sacred Realm.

With its power shattered, the goddesses did all they could to safeguard the triforce until it could once again become whole again.

Nayru entrusted her fragment to the royal family who was victorious in the war, as a sign of her favor and their divine right to rule the land.

Din, having her piece consumed by evil, suppressed its power for a thousand years, ensuring that Hyrule would have time to recover before the day the Demon King escaped his prison.

Lastly, Farore sent the final piece of the triforce into the wind, ordering that it only take its rest with an unbreakable spirit, so that Hyrule would always have a champion to defend it.

Hyrule entered an era of peace and untold prosperity. The royal family ruled with a firm but kind hand and was beloved by the people. The summers where mild and crops grew in abundance and none went hungry in the winter months. The many races coexisted in harmony.

The only remaining tension to be found were on the borderlands, which were secluded from the rest of Hyrule by the Lost Woods that surrounded the kingdom.

It was in the heart of these woods that the last remaining power of the Demon King escaped and preyed upon the people of the border villages, making it nearly impossible for them to pass through the woods and filling their hearts with fear until the peoples' hearts became so hard that they cursed the goddesses, blaming them for their suffering.

And that, as you might guess, is where our story begins.