Author's Note: Well…apparently you guys all loved my first little endeavor into the fan-fiction world, but I don't know if I'm going to finish that. Sure, I will eventually, but not now. Now, it's time to delve into Zelda! Welcome to…Beating around the Bushel! And by the by, I was told by my good friend Sir Starlll [who I know in real life] to write this story. Blame it on him, boys, girls, and Zora.
Disclaimer: Nintendo owns the Legend of Zelda franchise. However, all characters devised from their previously stated mechanics are my own.
Chapter One: They Call Him Hiro
It was a regular day in the kingdom of Hyrule. Actually, scratch that statement entirely. Hyrule is never normal, considering the kinds of odd things that occur. For example, did you a megalomaniac somehow manages to resurrect himself every century or so? Or, did you know a descendent of some great hero always manages to come and defeat this guy? I mean, what kind of messed up kingdom is this place? But that's beside the point; let's actually focus on a regular denizen of Hyrule, instead of the driving force. Hey; maybe you'll like it.
"I swear upon the Good Goddess Din that I am not a criminal, my good man!" A mysterious bellowed across the tavern, trying to prove its innocence. "Where would you ever conjure up such a notion?"
"Enough fancy talk, wise guy," the tavern owner grunted, stroking his mustache. He was relatively muscular, but the mustache made him seem more like a Rico Suave than an Arnold Schwarzenegger. "I know you're messing with me; I've seen enough drunken morons in my life to know that."
"Are you inquiring that I am drunk, tavern owner? I assure you that I have not drunk any alcohol this evening!"
Before the disgruntled tavern owner could actually respond to the fellow's comment, the doors busted upon. Into the tavern came two guards. One was a skinny, tall one who had a clean, unshaven face. He was the young and free one. The other was burly, had a potbelly, and had a long beard. Obviously, he was the older of the pair. The burly one spoke first. "Ok, Reginald, what is all the fuss about?"
"Oh, thank the goddesses," the tavern owner remarked, secretly happy he was going to bust another criminal. It was a hobby of his. "Sir, this…man says that he is not a criminal. But, the wanted poster says another thing. Take a look!"
The two guards examined the poster. The man in it had scaly skin, a smooth face with a long nose, and blue skin tone. He was relatively skinny, but he had muscles. What he was depicted doing was actually attacking three guards simultaneously. Finally, the young one spoke. "Hey, Harold…this guy is…you don't think…?"
The fat one gasped. "Oh my dear lord…it's the Zora outlaw, Hiro!"
Before anyone could react, the Zora pushed the two men out of his way and ran out the door. "You shall never take alive, my guards! Zora speed cannot be matched, but if you wish, we shall engage in a duel!"
He had ran a few miles until he was in the fields. The Zora, whose name was Hiro as the guard screamed, was finally letting the guards catch up to him. The sun was still high in the sky, but he feared that night would overtake him. "If those skeletons come up again, I swear to-" He stopped, seeing the guards.
They were both panting. "So you finally wish to fight, eh Hiro?" The skinny one blurted out, the lust for combat in his eyes. "By golly…I've never fought someone as famous as you!"
"Cut the crap, James," the burly one grunted, still mad that he collapsed in the middle of his running. Age was definitely taking a toll on him. "You do not look at outlaws in awe. You defeat them, and then you look in awe as they struggle for mercy."
"Yes sir. I should have never said anything in the first place."
Hiro was getting a bit bored with the two. "Can we fight now or what? I'm bloodthirsty, baby!"
The talking coming to halt, the skinny one drew his sword and lunged at the Zora. Hiro jumped back to avoid the hit, and the guard fell to the ground. Quickly gaining his composure back, he sliced at the Zora, eventually getting a clean hit on his chin. "I have gotten a direct shot, Zora!"
As the guard cheered, the Zora disappeared out of sight. As the guard pondered where the Zora had gone too, Hiro appeared right behind him, his fists armed and ready. "James, look out!" The burly guard screamed, hoping his comrade would react.
"Yes sir…" The skinny guard began to say, until Hiro grabbed him and threw him to the ground. Lying upon the ground, the Zora punched repeatedly until blood was gushing from his cheeks. Barely breathing, Hiro jumped up and went into a finishing dropkick. Just as his death-blow arrived, the guard commented, "Well, at least I went down with one hit on an elusive Zora!" And then, the guard was dead.
"May the Goddesses send you to the dark side of the Sacred Realm, fiend!" The burly guard screamed, then hitting Hiro down to the ground. Drawing his lost comrade's sword, he pulled out his on and threw the dead guard's sword to Hiro. "Well, I might as well take you down with an even arrangement. Go ahead, fight!"
"Well…you are going to regret ever giving me a sword, my good man!" Hiro drew the sword, and then dashed towards the guard. In a flash he was behind him, and soon the man's arm fell off, barely circulating flesh. As the guard screamed, Hiro used all his strength to throw the man up, and then he stabbed him in the stomach to finish him off.
"Well…you m-may be an outlaw," the guard struggled to say, "b-but you are g-good fighter at that retrospect." And with that, the guard breathed his last breath, and died.
And so, before night came upon Hyrule, Hiro buried the two guards. Before he ran off, he said, "The skeletons won't get me tonight!"
Entering the tavern, a taller Zora quickly held his sword to the tavern keeper's throat. "So…where's my brother, Hiro?"
Author's Note: Well, it may have not have been the best exposition, but it was a pretty good introduction to Hiro's journey. Well, see ya later for the next chapter!