This is my first story so bear with me. This is set 10 years after Twilight Princess, This first chapter is present day and then I will go back in time and work my way up to the present.
Disclaimer-I do not own Legend of Zelda, all copyrights belong to Nintendo
A Lone figure stood proudly at the highest tower of Hyrule Castle in the darkness, his cape rolling in the breeze. No emotion was visible on his unshaven face, only a look of cold determination. A Conflagration raged in his eyes as he stared at the dark hordes raging towards the one castle that was thought to be impenetrable. No coherent thoughts passed through the mind of the commander of the castle, only the constant heavy breathing emanating from his chest, and unwavering resistance in the face of utter annihilation. They had survived for a week in the fortress, repelling three assaults, but he knew this would be the final one. Every preparation had been made, every necessary order given, there was nothing to do but wait for the inevitable onslaught. "Captain!" he barked.
"Yes commander." The young soldier said as he rushed to his side saluting.
"Gather the men; I will speak to them before the battle." He ordered while remaining unmoved. When they had assembled to moved to a position over looking them. "For ten years we lived in peace; The dark Lord had been defeated by the young hero Link. For Ten years we rebuilt, thinking that we were safe from further attack. We had no idea of the seemingly unstoppable threat that now engulfed us. We assumed the defeat of Zant and Gannondorf ensured our safety, we were wrong. The enemy swept over our forces faster than we could have imagined, and now they lay siege to the very heart of Hyrule. The princess has escaped with a small escort, Hyrule's only hope now Is link and his allies. While there is no hope for us in this castle, we shall slow the enemy down and take as many with us as we can. We will prove they are not invincible, our sacrifice will not be in vain."
Outside the castle the tremendous sound grew louder, the clanking of metal, the thunder of men and horses, and voices of an untold number of soldiers. Thousands of torches rolled as the mass moved ever closer. The staring match ended as arrows fell from the sky like rain, and huge stones hurdled into the walls. "Return fire!" the commander bellowed amid the hail of arrows. In the ensuing half an hour a number of men on both sides lay motionless on both sides of the wall. The entire castle shook as the front gate exploded inwards, opening a path for the horde to flow into. The fact that they were as numerous as the grains of sand of the desert from which they came did not matter to the commander. He had served an honorable career, what more could a man ask? And honestly he preferred it this way he thought with a wicked smile on his face. He ripped his sword from the scabbard and tossed it aside. Clutching his sword, he let loose a terrifying war cry; and charged headlong into the enemy.