The Timekeeper
x...Prologue
Thirteen men and women watched helplessly as the once-beautiful land burned and burned. Above them a man clad in black clothing with a red cape took advantage of the weak who attempted to escape, tormenting them with fireballs he created out of thin air to burn through their bodies. He used telepathy to toss mercilessly more than half of them into the active volcano several miles away; one could hear them scream in agony as they sank into the lava, vanishing instantly from sight and existence.
The man enjoyed the gore; he enjoyed the painful screams, shouts, and even the cries for mercy. Nearly a handful or less was spared, and when one was, he was doomed to a lifetime of working as a servant for little food and no money, preparing everyday for the impact of death. Those who were not spared suffered horrible deaths of the man's creative mind; even if they had run, the man would send minions to slice off their heads, leaving the destruction to lie for an eternity.
From the only safe shelter the men and women watched, horrified. Never again would the beautiful lands of Hyrule be as vibrant and bright or lush and colorful as before it had once been. These citizens were hopeless - nothing could ever have saved them. The once-green trees were now attacked by orange and red flames - if not already burnt down -, the lake was drained to nothing but a mere pond, carcasses of deceased animals lay in the once-thriving forest, and the sky had shaded to a permanent black. The only remaining river, in the valley, overflowed with decapitated bodies, their heads never to be found. Blood lay everywhere - staining the dirty land, the clothes of the minions and their blades, and the now red fences that had been placed ever-so gracefully along the paths of Hyrule.
The man, now satisfied with his work, called to his minions in an eerie, low voice and flew away, the minions charging after in his direction.
The used-to-bes of the land did not matter at this point. The eleven citizens were staring into the eyes of Death. Without a doubt, in all of its time, Hyrule's largest disaster that ever had stricken was this.
The black-clad man rose to the skies, using magic of some sort, and spotted the tiniest known civilization. He could make out ten - no, eleven - figures huddling together on the ground inside of a shallow cave; they were all whimpering. He thought of no mercy and gradually lowered himself to the ground, bringing up his right hand and summoning fire magic. In an instant a fireball was created and he chuckled before tossing it carelessly into the forest cave.
"No, please!" one cried.
"Stop this madness!" another called out.
"You will pay!" a last shout sounded.
But he paid no mind to any of them; he continued on his way after looking back at his minions and rose back up into the air, laughing maniacally to himself as he heard the sizzling noises behind him.
But little did he know, in the deepest and darkest cave of the forest more citizens stayed as the only standing civilization after this catastrophe. Hidden in this forest were Hyrule's true intelligent ones. Four women and six men cared here for the one pregnant woman who was due anytime. One of the men was her husband, another being her brother.
As of then, that deep forest meadow was the safest place for a baby to have been born.
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A baby's cry was shrill in the distance. The ten-year-old boy ran outside and to his mother, looking at his new baby brother. His mother had her hair down, strands of red being whipped everywhere by the wind, and her violet eyes peered into his greens; his father stood beside her, a hand on her shoulder, with a sad look on his face. The boy's mother gestured for him to go inside and wait. Moments later his father followed him inside and locked eyes with his firstborn, Cole, and handed him his brother.
"Your mother and I love you," his father began. "Do not ever forget that. What I need for you, Cole, to do," he knelt down and placed his hands on Cole's shoulders, "is wait." He now locked his own violet eyes with Cole's green ones. "Can you do that?"
Cole nodded at last. His father stood up, ruffled his son's hair, and walked away.
"Your brother's name is Caden." With this he left finally, shutting the curtain door behind him before Cole could ask any questions. What was he to do with this newborn?
Screams could be heard from the distant outside and Cole stood by the hollow window, carrying his brother, but retreated as he realized he did not want to see the sights.
So he did what his father had told him to do. He waited.
A/N: Whoa! Bet you weren't expecting that epic of a prologue, huh? XD. I really know where I'm going with this and the sooner I can get there, the better. I like this idea so far - I've been working on it since I was about 14, so I've revised A LOT. Let's just see how this turns out, though. Reviews are very much appreciated!