A Quick Note:
The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild belongs to its original creators, Manaka Kataoka; Yasuaki Iwata and Hajime Wakai, and to Nintendo, not me. All rights reserved.
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A cool breeze on a vivid night, the sun setting an orange color. The hoot of an owl in the distance. The grass bending in the silk wind. Crickets and Cicadas chirping from the unknown. The waves in the ocean, silently hugging the shore.
That was how the everything began.
Among all of this, in a little village to the east, there was a home. Much like all the others in the place, with a red roof and little decaying bricks the color of sandstone, which ivy grew over the top of. A sledgehammer near the front door. Front walkway swept. The same as all the other houses in this village.
There was one thing that was different about this house though.
And that was what was happening inside it.
Inside, a woman laid on the bed. Her hair, blonde, flowing, spread out around her shoulders, wrapped in white garbs as she winced in pain. Her hand, pale and fragile, grabbed that of another. One she held most dear. His eyes shone the blue of the sea, the very depths that only few get to see.
The woman wailed in pain once again, and with whatever strength she had left, she pushed.
Her son then entered the world as she left it.
Her hand went limp in her husband's. As he said her name, for the last time, she opened her lips to speak. But no words came.
Then the sun set as her life departed into peace. The midnight sky covered the abyss in a watercolor of the universe, as the man picked up his son. Covering him with his mother's shawl, the man carried the infant to look at the stars.
Owls hooted again in the distance. The wind blew the babe's wisp of blonde hair out of his face, showing the blue eyes of his father, filled with tears. The moon illuminated this scene all too well.
And then suddenly, a voice in the dark.
"Link." It said. "His name shall be Link."