Vox Preteritus

A Legend of Zelda Fanfiction

"I was always a loner, and outsider. My life felt like it was missing something. Untill these hazy dreams started appearing to my life. I pieced them together, trapping myself in a fake life…Fake, right?"

The bloodline of courage is strong and true

Over the great lands and the ocean blue

The bloodline of power is bitter and cruel

Fought through theme in a deadly duel

The bloodline of wisdom is magical and pure

Through the times the line becomes obscure

The three of legend, never forgotten

In time's river, they will forever live on

Until the end of time comes and the sunlight is gone

Chapter One: From Yesterday

"Cucco! Cucco! Cucco! Cucc—"

SMASH!

"Stupid alarm clock…oops."

I decided, that if I wasn't good at anything, at least I was good at destroying my Cucco alarm clock.

Sitting up, I yawned and stretched my arms over my head. Eyes still closed, I felt blindly around on my bedside table for my glasses, resulting in me falling off the bed. The fall didn't seem to register in my mind until I reached up and grabbed my glasses, shoving them on my face.

Standing, I stretched again and stumbled over to my closet to find my outfit for the day. It almost always consisted of a white shirt, one of my many pairs of jeans, and a green sweatshirt (it was cold out now). Finding the clothes and dressing myself, I found my brown boots under my bed and pulled them on. Lastly, I grabbed my hairbrush, and with a few quick strokes of my hair, had it shaped into less of the bedhead I had and more of the windblown style I favored.

Suddenly, the door to my room opened and a hand with a box appeared. "Honey, your contacts came in yesterday," my mom said. "I forgot to tell you!"

"Just when I'm done getting ready…" I mumbled, grabbing the box and shutting the door.

So I took off my ridiculously square glasses and got my contacts in after a few minutes. I looked at myself in the mirror. The contacts seemed to enhance my blue, angular eyes. I sighed. I blinked, and I suddenly found myself staring at a wolf.

I panicked, backing up, and the wolf did too. But when I blinked again, I found myself staring at myself again. The look on my face scared me.

"He's a stranger to some

And a vision to none

I can never get enough

Get enough of the wor—"

I picked up my cell phone. "I-I'm getting ready for school, Mikau. What do you want?" Dang it. It stuttered. I never stuttered.

"HEY!" my friend, Mikau, yelled into the phone, nearly blasting my eardrums. "You all psyched for the field trip tomorrow?"

"Yeah, just don't yell in my ear," I said.

"But it's gonna be so much fuuunnn! I can't remember the last theme we went on a field trip! I've never been to the museum before."

"Mn."

"Don't be such a sour-puss, Mr. Emo!"

"Later, Mik," I said, hanging up.

"Link!" my mom called. "You're gonna miss the bus!"

"Crap!" I yelped. I threw on my heavy backpack and my laptop case (with my laptop) and ran out of the room. I said hi to my four-year-old sister Aryll, grabbed a muffin, and bolted out of the house with a, "Bye, Mom!" before launching myself onto the bus and into my seat.

"Same old routine every morning, right Link?" my friend, Tetra, said, winking at him. "You always almost miss the bus."

I grinned and eyed her hair. Tetra always had weird hairstyles and today was no exception. "What did you do, fuse a seashell into your hair?"

"Ha ha, very funny," she scoffed. "I happen to like it."

"That makes one of us," I laughed, and she playfully punched me in the shoulder.

The bus stopped, and Mikau got on. "Hey Link, hey Te—whoa, hey seashell-head."

"That's not nice," Tetra whined.

"Mikau, sit down," Fyer, the bus driver, snapped. Mikau happily plopped down in the seat in front of me.

I rolled my eyes and got out my yellow iPod nano, plugging in my earbuds and losing myself in the blaring style of music that was 30 Seconds to Mars.

I gazed out of the window. Tomorrow was the field trip, and after that, there was a week before school would be out for the summer, and I would be a senior next year. Finally, I could relax that year.

I was a normal kid in a normal world. I lived in the large country of Hyrule, which, in mythology, was the chosen land of the gods. Most of that legend had vanished, but a bit of it remained with the Royal Family, who consisted of the King of Hyrule and his daughter, Princess Zelda.

As I gazed out the window of the bus, I admired the rolling hills and sun-kissed land, and my mind went back to an age when men rode horses and rescued maidens and defeated evil demons with swords.

School passed by without incident. Everyone complimented my new contacts—one of my teachers even went so far as to say my eyes looked like a wolf's. She creeped me out.

Ms. Telma was giving us the details on the field trip in my first class; we were going to the town museum for history class, after all.

"So, you all know the stories of the goddesses, right?" Ms. Telma asked, looking at the class expectantly. No surprise, she winked at me. I felt an unwelcome blush crawl onto my face.

"Yes," we all said.

"Three goddesses," she said slowly. "Din, Nayru, and…?"

"Farore," some kid said.

"Right! According to legend, these three goddesses created the world, and the Sky Beings known as the Occa, who made the Hylians. The Hylians were the closest beings to the goddesses, and were placed in Hyrule to govern over the god's chosen lands.

"The ancient Hylians built amazing machines, things that far surpass the technology we have today. Huge cannons, flying machines powered by magic and many other things. But that is an age long gone, and relics of that age were either skillfully hid—though we have found a few—or destroyed."

I ignored most of the teacher's ramblings. My major was already in history and geography. I whipped out my notebook and started drawing like I always did. Sketches of horses and temples and brave warriors adorned the pages as I flipped to a blank one. I started drawing, in a blind flurry of pencil to paper. Eventually the bell rang, and I looked at what I had drawn.

A wolf.

It was a large wolf, standing on a cliff with the moon in the background. The piercing eyes seemed to stare right at me.

"Very nice, Link."

I jumped as Ms. Telma came up behind me, staring at my notebook. "The symbol of the Hero of Time was aurum lupus, or the Gold Wolf."

"Gold Wolf?" I echoed. What was with her and wolves?

"Yep! They say the ghost of the Hero roams Hyrule seeking his ancestors to carry on his life's work." She winked. "But, they say that's a myth. You tell me, Mr. Historian."

And she walked back to the front of the room. Students were already piling out, but she said anyway, "Don't forget. The bus leaves at 8 for the museum. You don't need bookbags, but bring your brains. That means you Mikau!" she finished as Mikau left the room.

"No promises!" he yelled back, giving a jaunty wave as he left class.

On the bus ride home, I listened to my iPod again. The soothing music entered my ears and sent my mind daydreaming—back to the days when animals guided warriors through mystical lands, and swords were forged to beat back dragons and demons that threatened the lands.

This is my first Legend of Zelda fic. Let me know what you think!

Link's ringtone is 'From Yesterday', by 30 Seconds To Mars. I think it fits Link perfectly.