Awakenings
A/n; well my ssb story was removed, so I decided to start on this. Please review. I'd appreciate it if you didn't flame. If you want in this story, please review and say so. Come up with a name for yourself. It doesn't have to be your real name.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Zelda, or Nintendo but I own Andrew and the plot.
Prologue:
Hyrule many many many years ago...
Link had been injured in combat with some strange, shadowy beast.
The good news was that the beast had been slain.
The bad news was that Link had been injected with a deadly poison.
The sages came up with a solution, but it was a long shot. They would have to seal him in a tomb in a sarcophagus that would slowly heal him while he was in a deep sleep.
The process was likely to take thousands of years, so when link was awoken by the chosen one that had the key to open the tomb, he could just awaken the new sages and use the ocarina of time and the master sword, which were buried with him to return to the far past.
As Link stepped into the sarcophagus, he said his goodbyes before his vision was obscured by silvery tendrils of liquid time and darkness took him.
Present day
Andrew was lazing against the side of a hill near the edge of a stream holding a fishing rod and sipping a bottle of Tyler Mountain water.
This was his secret spot.
No one else knew about this place but him and his best friend, Aaron.
Andrew was about twenty years of age and had short blond hair and jade green eyes, which were covered by glasses.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp tug on his line.
He thought it must be a rainbow trout or something.
It was a box, carved from wood and plated with gold.
The outside of the box was home to inscriptions in an ancient language consisting of pictographs which he didn't recognize.
The lid of the box had a painted symbol that looked like a sacred symbol; Three triangles joining to form a larger triangle with an empty space in the middle for an upside down triangle.
Inside the box was a golden rod covered in the same pictographs and triangle symbol.
He put the box under one arm and carried his tackle box and rod back to his house to fix some dinner and practice swordplay.
Twenty some miles away, a mysterious ruin appeared, mystifying citizens, scientists, and people shopping at the mall.
End of prologue