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Hyrule Market was busy. Nothing was abnormal as it seemed. Bomb sellers and bow trainers alike all shouted out they're store windows for people to come and visit. Nothing was out of the ordinary. The buildings were all made of wood and stone and were of very fine craftsmanship. What could one expect from the king of Hyrule? Luxury was his middle name, and everything was built to specification. It was the ideal place to live in the land of Hyrule. As the evening rolled around, the pointy shadows of the castle pillars and towers laid themselves across the town. It was such beautiful scenery that Impa was almost taken aback by its grandeur. "I see it every day, but I never actually see it. Such a perfect place since the end of Ganondorf's reign." The middle aged Shiekah woman walked down the main plaza towards the beautiful castle lying beyond the hills. Her purple and black uniform blended in with the shadows well. As she passed the castle gates, her boots left faint prints in the dirt path. "Something feels wrong though." She turned swiftly to look behind her, but found nothing. With a sigh and a hand to her forehead, she started to the main chamber once again. Her beautiful silver hair fluttered in the wind as she paced slightly faster. It was tied back into a ponytail behind her head, obviously for fighting purposes. She was a woman of war and protection. "Now I'm just trying to get to Zelda before anything happens. Something is very wrong. I can feel it." She watched the beautiful paintings on the wall as she headed down a long corridor of the castle, towards the young princess's room. They were all pictures of the royal family and of high ranked nobles. She stopped when she came across the painting of a young Shiekah man. He looked just like Link only this man was about seven or eight years older and had silver hair. It was styled just like Link's bangs and he even had a white Kokiric hood. His tunic was made of a beautiful white fabric, and strapped all of his body was beautifully engraved body armor. The picture compelled Impa for a slight few seconds until she heard a high pitched scream erupt from Princess Zelda's room. She gasped and broke to a dead sprint to the teenager's room. She grabbed a torch from the hall and lit the tall brazier in the fifteen-year old princess's room. As the light of the flame traveled to the far corners of the large bedroom, Impa noticed the shadow of a man lurching away from the thrashing girl in the bed. He started for the window swiftly but was tackled to the floor by the smaller woman. He tried to throw her off but butted him in the head with the hilt of her large dagger. He went unconscious almost instantly. "Your Highness! Are you okay?" Impa hit the intruder again for safety purposes and dashed to the girl's bed. Zelda was crouched up under her covers against the headboard of her bed. Tears streamed down her soft face as she rocked back and forth holding her legs against her. Impa brushed the young girl's blonde hair back and held onto her to comfort her. "What did he do to you?" "He.he.he.he tried to do something to me. I don't know." Zelda wiped her face of the drying tears and wiped her petite hands on the ripped fabric of her white gown. Impa's eyes grew furious. She jumped up from the bed and kicked the man square in the groin. Even in his unconscious state, the man felt the searing pain of his bruised genitals and groaned in pain. "Yeah! Remember that the next time you try to rape an innocent young girl you sick bastard!" Impa apologized to Zelda for her harsh words and drug the beaten rapist out of the girl's room. She sighed in relief. If she had been even a slight second too late. Zelda locked her window and barred it tightly. That was the last time she was ever going to leave her window open at night. Even if it was musty in the room. Impa ordered two lance bearing knights to stand guard at the princess's doorway as she slept.
The night was dark and animals howled within the depths of its eeriness as a boy made his way home. The forest surrounding Hyrule was always a dark eerie place but the sense of evil and malevolent spirits was especially thick. In the distance the deep hoot of an owl caused the young warrior to jump and unsheathe his small sword in surprise. Ready for anything, he always was. After his bright blue eyes sensed no danger he slowly began to sheath the blade. It was beautifully crafted. A very foreign design to the Hylians the sword was. It had a finely detailed hilt. Stretching three feet from the top of the hilt was a golden and silver blade that seemed to twist in a wavering fashion. It was his new weapon that the boy had received while in the foreign land of Termina. He continued on through the deep, dark, forest bravely. He had made this trip about a week ago. His life had been one big adventure ever since the Great Deku Tree had summoned him in the Kokiri Village. As he walked, the fifteen-year old swordsman's brown Kokiri boots crunched leaves and snapped twigs. His green Kokiri tunic wavered in the cool breeze whistling between the trees, and his green hood trailed behind him almost like a tail from the back of his blonde head. The beautiful golden hair trailed down the sides of his face. His features were almost pretty, in the sense that he was possibly too young to be called handsome. He snapped his fingers and a beautiful white horse came from behind him. He patted the young horse on the head and climbed up on its back. His horse had been following him as bravely as he had been leading the entire trip. "We're almost home Epona." The boy whispered to the animal. The horse snorted as a reply and they kept going. The light reflecting off of the leaves seemed to get lighter and lighter as they continued. Finally the sky could be seen almost perfectly through the leaves and they burst out of the massively huge forest in a strong gallop to the field. "Finally back."
In the massive royal castle of Hyrule everything was silent. A young princess with beautiful golden hair walked down the long red rug towards her father sitting upon the throne. His long white beard draped over his slightly large belly and he focused his spectacles to see her clearly. "What is wrong my daughter.Zelda?" "Father I'm having the dream again." Zelda brought a hand to her forehead and sighed. Her long white and pink dress settled around her small body. The golden Triforce symbol on her dress glimmered in the light. "Link must return soon.we need him." "He will come.and if not, we have built our army much since Ganondorf was put away. We can hold him off for long enough if he escapes." The king got up and hugged his prophecy- foreseeing daughter. "Don't worry Zelda, everything will turn out fine.it will be okay if Link cannot help us." ".Its not just.that." the young princess spoke under he breath. Her elder father didn't notice the struggle within her.
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The fields were different. Link walked upon the crunchy, sun -baked grass of the Hyrule field as he lead Epona to the Zora River to drink of its crystal waters. He to scooped some water into his hand and sipped it. His forehead wrinkled and he tossed the rest of the water back in the small river. "Even the water tastes dull today.this is odd." He turned to Hyrule Castle and back at Epona. "I'm not ready to go back yet. Let's go back home for a little while. We should unpack some of this stuff from Termina, Epona. Link got on the horses back and the two blasted off to Kokiri Village. Night time was quickly falling as they made they're way. Poes and Stalfos Children slowly began to appear as they made they're way with haste. Epona was able to run right through them and kill them with one blow of her powerful hooves. Link grinned as they slowly backed off with respect for Epona's horsepower. Little did the young boy know that a giant Stalfos Child had risen from the ground and was running madly for the duo.
"What was that growl.?" Link turned his head just in time to see a giant set of bony claws slash past his face. One of the skeleton's fingers snagged his tunic and pulled him off of the horse. Link shot up angrily. He stared at the moonlight glimmering off of the giant skeleton's bones. The red, glowing eye sockets burned with madness as it screamed and slashed without any sense of coordination. "Please. Come on you overgrown excuse for a challenge. I eat fish bones sharper than those claws of yours." The creature went into a rage and slashed at the young boy, but Link was too quick. He cleverly dodged the giant hand and sliced it off in one fluid motion of his beautiful Gilded Sword. The skeleton screamed violently as it tried to reattach its severed limb. In a bored fashion the Hylian/ Kokiri boy shot the creature's giant skull head off with his slingshot. "They don't understand that I have fought things so much greater than them before.sad." Link climbed onto Epona's back once again and they finished they're journey to the boy's home. As they neared the giant, hollowed out log that acted as a doorway to the Kokiri children's village, Link tied his horse to a tree and stepped through. Instantly he recognized the familiar aroma of the forest. He had smelled it all of his life. It was sweet and organic. Pure, it was.to an extent. Everything still seemed to have the eerie ray of evil upon it though. Just like back then.when He began his attack
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The knights in the King's chamber knelt they're heads in respect for the Gerudo king that had just entered the room. The Hylian King always accepted Ganondorf's meeting proposals. Gangondorf made giant strides to the king's throne where he knelt to a knee and bowed his head before the elder man. Ganondorf was a monstrosity of a man. Almost seven-feet tall he towered above all men. There was only one male in the Gerudo clan at any given time and he was The Man. No one stood in his way and no one tried if they wanted to live. For some odd reason, Ganondorf had chosen to be at the king's aid though. The smaller guards stared from behind they're steel masks at the great man. He had short, flaming red hair, dark olive complexioned skin, massive muscles, and a long narrow nose that the Gerudo clan was known for. His shoulders were well covered by a huge set of shoulder armor and the rest of his body was covered by a brown, armored fighting suit. His forehead, hands, chest, and shoulders were adorned with beautiful stones and sheathed on the back of his right leg was an average sized sword. The echoes from his heavy, armored combat boots still lingered in the room. His mad eyes looked up violently as the king asked him what he wanted. Ganondorf laughed and stood up slowly. The powerful sorcerer began to walk over to the king with an arrogant evilness with each step. A knight leapt towards Ganondorf when he saw him reach for the broadsword sheathed on his calf. The smaller knight grabbed Ganondorf's arm to stop him but found his head caved in by a giant fist. The heavily armored chamber knight dropped dead on contact and the others followed his lead. Ganondorf slaughtered all of the Hylian knights that attempted to stop him.
After speaking evilly to the king, Ganondorf unsheathed the sword and stabbed the powerful ruler in the heart with it. The Gerudo king slowly ripped out the jagged blade while the king sputtered in shock and pain, dying slowly. With a mad cackle, Ganondorf threw the small man across the room, nearly painting the walls with his blood, and walked out of the room to capture the princess.
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That was how the water tasted and the air smelled. It tasted like a millennia of blood, pain, suffering, crying, and war. One single man, who always seemed to gain the title 'King of Evil', always caused the odd feeling. One man seemed to do this. One man alone. Link shook his head as if to detest the thoughts and headed to his home. Leaves fell. It was the time of the year when all of the leaves in Kokiri forest turned brown and red and began they're descent to the ground. The Kokiri children cavorted about, playfully and carelessly as the crunchy, dead, plant life fell to the ground. They were all children, yet not in the same sense. It was as if they lived life without fear of age, yet they still developed a sense of ethic, and responsibility during they're lives. They still were children and they all loved to play in the leaves. As they laughed and enjoyed the changing season a boy entered the forest. He wore the same Kokiri clothes as the rest of them but he was older. As they were of about the age of ten or so, he was around fifteen. His blonde hair protruded from his green hood in two long bangs that draped to his jawbone. His beautiful blue eyes gleamed with compassion as he strode into the village. He seemed like a knight wearing a squire uniform as he made his way past all of the other villagers. They turned they're gaze to him as he wordlessly headed past them and towards a tree house in the small village. "Link came back, guys. I don't believe it. I never thought we would see him again." All the Kokiri children greeted him as he headed through the small village. The large, round, mirror shield on his back glinted in the faint sunlight shining through the thick forest. The frightening face carved on the golden and silver surface seemed to strike fear in the young people. Some of them stayed away from Link. "Man its good to be back home. I need to unpack this stuff and get some rest." Link spoke to himself as he slung the large satchel off of his back and dropped it on the floor. It made a loud clank as it collided with the wooden floor of his tree house home. It was a very cozy place and the only things that really occupied it were a bed, and an empty treasure chest. The blonde haired boy kicked open the chest and began pulling things out of the satchel. "Man I collected a lot of stuff from Termina. This stuff will be useful if I have to fight again." He pulled out a sword slightly smaller than the Gilded Sword on his back and examined it. It had a shiny orange stone in its small handle and the wide, razor-like blade shined grandly. Link hung the small Razor Sword on the wall underneath his Kokiri Sword and reached for his other things. Next he retrieved a bundle of different types of masks from the large brown satchel. He examined each one as he put them in the trunk. "I never thought all these masks would be so useful." Memories flooded back as he pulled out the red postman's hat that had been given to him to deliver mail and the All-Night mask which allowed anyone to stay awake all night. Next in line was the exploding blast mask, the camouflaging stone mask, the made up Great Fairy mask, the foxy Keaton mask, and the feathery Bremen mask. The next mask was one of his favorite masks, the ridiculous looking yet very useful bunny hood. Following these was the Don Gero mask, his Terminian friend Kafei's mask, the truth- telling mask of truth, and the disturbing, pig-like mask of scents. He organized them and then pulled out the Circus Leader's mask, the couple's mask, the Kamaro dancer's mask, and the ugly, dead Gibdo mask. After these were the ninja Garo mask, the skeleton-like captain hat, and the size increasing giant's mask. "That's all of those.wait, there are still four more in here." Link pulled out the last four masks that he had forgotten about. Each one had a significant place in his Termina adventure and he couldn't believe he had let them slip his mind. They were of the most important masks out of all of them. One was the creepy looking Deku mask, which turned a person into a little Deku. The next was the powerful Goron mask, which turned someone into a giant Goron with powerful muscles. Next in line was the scaly Zora mask, which turned a person into a fast swimming Zora. Of those three, he had used before. If not for these three masks alone he wouldn't be standing alive at the moment. But the fourth mask he hadn't used. Majora kept him on his toes in the end of his Termina adventure, making it almost impossible to test out the mask. The last mask was the Fierce Deity mask. Its face was tattooed with battle markings and it had silver hair that looked much like Link's own hair. The face was, without a doubt, of the race of people known as the Sheika. The silvery hair gave it away instantly. But, as Link examined the mask, he noticed that the face had glowing white eyes. He stared into them ominously. The lifeless pools stared back without any sort of comprehension of the outer world. He set the mask into the chest slowly and almost with a sense of respect for the piece of wood. The golden haired boy shook his head and reached into his bag to finish emptying it. Exiting the satchel next was a golden bow and a quiver of arrows. He looked at his old Fairy Bow hanging on the wall and back at the prettier bow in his hand. The Fairy Bow was a little bit bigger than the Hero Bow in his small hand. Link shrugged his shoulders and set the bow in the chest. After making more room in the nearly full chest, Link produced the new golden Hookshot he had obtained at the Gerudo Fortress in Termina. It was smaller than his other Hookshot and supreme Longshot and was plated with a shiny gold that matched his Hero Bow. Link closed the chest and locked it tightly with a heavy bolt and stood up tiredly. It had been a long journey from Termina. He had fought many devils on the journey home and he was very tired. He stretched and yawned loudly as he turned towards his bed. As he looked at the wall he examined and noticed that he was one sword short on the wall. He knew he had another sword somewhere, but couldn't remember exactly in his dreary state of mind. He counted down from the Kokiri Sword, to the Razor Sword, to the Giant's Knife, and finally the Biggoron Sword. With a sigh of annoyance he remembered the last blade he was forgetting and walked outside to Epona and untied a massive sword from her leather saddle. He looked down at the purple, orange, and green sword he had lugged off of the horses back. It was very shiny and wide, made of several types of crystalline stone. On the green center of the giant blade there were black roses etched into the stone. It gleamed like a shiny new rupee. He didn't really seem to care for the large colorful sword to much as he drug its weight into his tree cottage and hung the massive blade that compared to the Biggoron Sword in power and size on the wall. That completed his collection. He examined the wall above his small headboard and gleamed with pride at his two favorite shields and the first shield he ever owned. The first and least favorite shield he had was his wooden Deku shield. The second shield was the grand Hylian Shield. It had the beautiful, golden Triforce symbol molded to its surface and was adorned with a large red bird, spreading its grand, fiery wings. The last and favorite shield was the reflective Mirror Shield. The beautiful red- rimmed shield was as shiny as a mirror and had a star inside of a crescent moon etched in its magic reflecting surface. He loved the shield that's origins were unbeknownst to anyone. He had never seen one like it. Link discontinued his reminiscing of his past battles and dropped to the small hay filled bed. He kicked his small Kokiri boots off and untied his Gilded Sword and sheath off of his back. They hit the floor with a loud clank and he pulled the covers over his small body and drifted off to a night of dreams and much needed rest. The sun had already gone down and most of the young Kokiri people had already gone to bed. This was home. This was the way the life of the young Hero of Time would have been had he never been summoned by the Great Deku Tree. his chest rose and fell in his silent slumber.
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The clouds swarmed over the castle with a violent rush of ravenous hail and lightning. They were a mixture of pure blackness and gray. It was such an opaque scene that the sun seemed to be eclipsed by a black hole, consuming all that dared come near its power. An overly tall and massive, armored man strode over the stone ground level of the Market Place. His gleaming red eyes burned with a fury that no man could comprehend. As people ran past him to escape the invasion of Redeads and Stalfos swordsmen he unsheathed his jagged broadsword and cut them down. Women, children, and even knights and men were slain into a bloody pool of death upon the dirty, stone ground. Men tried to stop him but his immense power was too great. He crushed they're skulls with his bare hands and ripped they're helpless, small bodies apart, piece by bloody piece. He was such a massive and strong man, with muscles that were the equivalent of multiple body builders put together, but his true power did not lie in his arms. He raised his palm as he reached the giant Hyrule Castle and produced a giant mass of black energy. Upon release the mass of energy fired into the castle and destroyed nearly half of it on impact, leaving fires and demons to finish the rest. His invasion was pure madness and chaos. Nothing could control the insanity that was ensuing in the great capitol of Hyrule. Black clouds foreshadowed the city's doom with ominous roars of wind and pummeling lightning bolts that seemed to rain like acid tears. As the evil leader of the chaos entered the castle he found what he was looking for. The young girl of a Princess adorned in her beautiful garments gasped with fright but held her ground as she tried to summon magic of the light. Her call of power was cut short as the red haired demon reached out and grabbed her by the throat. He lightly squeezed and she choked violently and painfully. As the life was slowly draining out of the small Princess of Hyrule an amazing thing began to happen. Everyone and everything gazed up at the sky in awe. Demons dropped their screaming, half shredded victims to stare at the magical display bursting through the black tempest of clouds. As the powerful sorcerer's large, dark-skinned hand choked the Princess he stared at the sky through the shattered roof of Hyrule Castle. A giant ray of light had burst through the clouds without warning and any evil in its path was destroyed instantly. As the sorcerer man stared at the ray of light he was filled with fury as he noticed the shape of the ray was that of a young Kokiri man with a beautiful sword of purity and a magic deflecting shield. A golden Triforce shined on his hand and in a flash of light the clouds and demons disappeared. Zelda awoke in a cold sweat and heavy breathing. She wiped her forehead of the perspiration and caught her breath. The dream kept coming back. Every night she had the same dream. It was different than the ones she had the first time Ganondorf had attacked. The destruction was so much more catastrophic.
Hyrule Market was busy. Nothing was abnormal as it seemed. Bomb sellers and bow trainers alike all shouted out they're store windows for people to come and visit. Nothing was out of the ordinary. The buildings were all made of wood and stone and were of very fine craftsmanship. What could one expect from the king of Hyrule? Luxury was his middle name, and everything was built to specification. It was the ideal place to live in the land of Hyrule. As the evening rolled around, the pointy shadows of the castle pillars and towers laid themselves across the town. It was such beautiful scenery that Impa was almost taken aback by its grandeur. "I see it every day, but I never actually see it. Such a perfect place since the end of Ganondorf's reign." The middle aged Shiekah woman walked down the main plaza towards the beautiful castle lying beyond the hills. Her purple and black uniform blended in with the shadows well. As she passed the castle gates, her boots left faint prints in the dirt path. "Something feels wrong though." She turned swiftly to look behind her, but found nothing. With a sigh and a hand to her forehead, she started to the main chamber once again. Her beautiful silver hair fluttered in the wind as she paced slightly faster. It was tied back into a ponytail behind her head, obviously for fighting purposes. She was a woman of war and protection. "Now I'm just trying to get to Zelda before anything happens. Something is very wrong. I can feel it." She watched the beautiful paintings on the wall as she headed down a long corridor of the castle, towards the young princess's room. They were all pictures of the royal family and of high ranked nobles. She stopped when she came across the painting of a young Shiekah man. He looked just like Link only this man was about seven or eight years older and had silver hair. It was styled just like Link's bangs and he even had a white Kokiric hood. His tunic was made of a beautiful white fabric, and strapped all of his body was beautifully engraved body armor. The picture compelled Impa for a slight few seconds until she heard a high pitched scream erupt from Princess Zelda's room. She gasped and broke to a dead sprint to the teenager's room. She grabbed a torch from the hall and lit the tall brazier in the fifteen-year old princess's room. As the light of the flame traveled to the far corners of the large bedroom, Impa noticed the shadow of a man lurching away from the thrashing girl in the bed. He started for the window swiftly but was tackled to the floor by the smaller woman. He tried to throw her off but butted him in the head with the hilt of her large dagger. He went unconscious almost instantly. "Your Highness! Are you okay?" Impa hit the intruder again for safety purposes and dashed to the girl's bed. Zelda was crouched up under her covers against the headboard of her bed. Tears streamed down her soft face as she rocked back and forth holding her legs against her. Impa brushed the young girl's blonde hair back and held onto her to comfort her. "What did he do to you?" "He.he.he.he tried to do something to me. I don't know." Zelda wiped her face of the drying tears and wiped her petite hands on the ripped fabric of her white gown. Impa's eyes grew furious. She jumped up from the bed and kicked the man square in the groin. Even in his unconscious state, the man felt the searing pain of his bruised genitals and groaned in pain. "Yeah! Remember that the next time you try to rape an innocent young girl you sick bastard!" Impa apologized to Zelda for her harsh words and drug the beaten rapist out of the girl's room. She sighed in relief. If she had been even a slight second too late. Zelda locked her window and barred it tightly. That was the last time she was ever going to leave her window open at night. Even if it was musty in the room. Impa ordered two lance bearing knights to stand guard at the princess's doorway as she slept.
The night was dark and animals howled within the depths of its eeriness as a boy made his way home. The forest surrounding Hyrule was always a dark eerie place but the sense of evil and malevolent spirits was especially thick. In the distance the deep hoot of an owl caused the young warrior to jump and unsheathe his small sword in surprise. Ready for anything, he always was. After his bright blue eyes sensed no danger he slowly began to sheath the blade. It was beautifully crafted. A very foreign design to the Hylians the sword was. It had a finely detailed hilt. Stretching three feet from the top of the hilt was a golden and silver blade that seemed to twist in a wavering fashion. It was his new weapon that the boy had received while in the foreign land of Termina. He continued on through the deep, dark, forest bravely. He had made this trip about a week ago. His life had been one big adventure ever since the Great Deku Tree had summoned him in the Kokiri Village. As he walked, the fifteen-year old swordsman's brown Kokiri boots crunched leaves and snapped twigs. His green Kokiri tunic wavered in the cool breeze whistling between the trees, and his green hood trailed behind him almost like a tail from the back of his blonde head. The beautiful golden hair trailed down the sides of his face. His features were almost pretty, in the sense that he was possibly too young to be called handsome. He snapped his fingers and a beautiful white horse came from behind him. He patted the young horse on the head and climbed up on its back. His horse had been following him as bravely as he had been leading the entire trip. "We're almost home Epona." The boy whispered to the animal. The horse snorted as a reply and they kept going. The light reflecting off of the leaves seemed to get lighter and lighter as they continued. Finally the sky could be seen almost perfectly through the leaves and they burst out of the massively huge forest in a strong gallop to the field. "Finally back."
In the massive royal castle of Hyrule everything was silent. A young princess with beautiful golden hair walked down the long red rug towards her father sitting upon the throne. His long white beard draped over his slightly large belly and he focused his spectacles to see her clearly. "What is wrong my daughter.Zelda?" "Father I'm having the dream again." Zelda brought a hand to her forehead and sighed. Her long white and pink dress settled around her small body. The golden Triforce symbol on her dress glimmered in the light. "Link must return soon.we need him." "He will come.and if not, we have built our army much since Ganondorf was put away. We can hold him off for long enough if he escapes." The king got up and hugged his prophecy- foreseeing daughter. "Don't worry Zelda, everything will turn out fine.it will be okay if Link cannot help us." ".Its not just.that." the young princess spoke under he breath. Her elder father didn't notice the struggle within her.
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The fields were different. Link walked upon the crunchy, sun -baked grass of the Hyrule field as he lead Epona to the Zora River to drink of its crystal waters. He to scooped some water into his hand and sipped it. His forehead wrinkled and he tossed the rest of the water back in the small river. "Even the water tastes dull today.this is odd." He turned to Hyrule Castle and back at Epona. "I'm not ready to go back yet. Let's go back home for a little while. We should unpack some of this stuff from Termina, Epona. Link got on the horses back and the two blasted off to Kokiri Village. Night time was quickly falling as they made they're way. Poes and Stalfos Children slowly began to appear as they made they're way with haste. Epona was able to run right through them and kill them with one blow of her powerful hooves. Link grinned as they slowly backed off with respect for Epona's horsepower. Little did the young boy know that a giant Stalfos Child had risen from the ground and was running madly for the duo.
"What was that growl.?" Link turned his head just in time to see a giant set of bony claws slash past his face. One of the skeleton's fingers snagged his tunic and pulled him off of the horse. Link shot up angrily. He stared at the moonlight glimmering off of the giant skeleton's bones. The red, glowing eye sockets burned with madness as it screamed and slashed without any sense of coordination. "Please. Come on you overgrown excuse for a challenge. I eat fish bones sharper than those claws of yours." The creature went into a rage and slashed at the young boy, but Link was too quick. He cleverly dodged the giant hand and sliced it off in one fluid motion of his beautiful Gilded Sword. The skeleton screamed violently as it tried to reattach its severed limb. In a bored fashion the Hylian/ Kokiri boy shot the creature's giant skull head off with his slingshot. "They don't understand that I have fought things so much greater than them before.sad." Link climbed onto Epona's back once again and they finished they're journey to the boy's home. As they neared the giant, hollowed out log that acted as a doorway to the Kokiri children's village, Link tied his horse to a tree and stepped through. Instantly he recognized the familiar aroma of the forest. He had smelled it all of his life. It was sweet and organic. Pure, it was.to an extent. Everything still seemed to have the eerie ray of evil upon it though. Just like back then.when He began his attack
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The knights in the King's chamber knelt they're heads in respect for the Gerudo king that had just entered the room. The Hylian King always accepted Ganondorf's meeting proposals. Gangondorf made giant strides to the king's throne where he knelt to a knee and bowed his head before the elder man. Ganondorf was a monstrosity of a man. Almost seven-feet tall he towered above all men. There was only one male in the Gerudo clan at any given time and he was The Man. No one stood in his way and no one tried if they wanted to live. For some odd reason, Ganondorf had chosen to be at the king's aid though. The smaller guards stared from behind they're steel masks at the great man. He had short, flaming red hair, dark olive complexioned skin, massive muscles, and a long narrow nose that the Gerudo clan was known for. His shoulders were well covered by a huge set of shoulder armor and the rest of his body was covered by a brown, armored fighting suit. His forehead, hands, chest, and shoulders were adorned with beautiful stones and sheathed on the back of his right leg was an average sized sword. The echoes from his heavy, armored combat boots still lingered in the room. His mad eyes looked up violently as the king asked him what he wanted. Ganondorf laughed and stood up slowly. The powerful sorcerer began to walk over to the king with an arrogant evilness with each step. A knight leapt towards Ganondorf when he saw him reach for the broadsword sheathed on his calf. The smaller knight grabbed Ganondorf's arm to stop him but found his head caved in by a giant fist. The heavily armored chamber knight dropped dead on contact and the others followed his lead. Ganondorf slaughtered all of the Hylian knights that attempted to stop him.
After speaking evilly to the king, Ganondorf unsheathed the sword and stabbed the powerful ruler in the heart with it. The Gerudo king slowly ripped out the jagged blade while the king sputtered in shock and pain, dying slowly. With a mad cackle, Ganondorf threw the small man across the room, nearly painting the walls with his blood, and walked out of the room to capture the princess.
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That was how the water tasted and the air smelled. It tasted like a millennia of blood, pain, suffering, crying, and war. One single man, who always seemed to gain the title 'King of Evil', always caused the odd feeling. One man seemed to do this. One man alone. Link shook his head as if to detest the thoughts and headed to his home. Leaves fell. It was the time of the year when all of the leaves in Kokiri forest turned brown and red and began they're descent to the ground. The Kokiri children cavorted about, playfully and carelessly as the crunchy, dead, plant life fell to the ground. They were all children, yet not in the same sense. It was as if they lived life without fear of age, yet they still developed a sense of ethic, and responsibility during they're lives. They still were children and they all loved to play in the leaves. As they laughed and enjoyed the changing season a boy entered the forest. He wore the same Kokiri clothes as the rest of them but he was older. As they were of about the age of ten or so, he was around fifteen. His blonde hair protruded from his green hood in two long bangs that draped to his jawbone. His beautiful blue eyes gleamed with compassion as he strode into the village. He seemed like a knight wearing a squire uniform as he made his way past all of the other villagers. They turned they're gaze to him as he wordlessly headed past them and towards a tree house in the small village. "Link came back, guys. I don't believe it. I never thought we would see him again." All the Kokiri children greeted him as he headed through the small village. The large, round, mirror shield on his back glinted in the faint sunlight shining through the thick forest. The frightening face carved on the golden and silver surface seemed to strike fear in the young people. Some of them stayed away from Link. "Man its good to be back home. I need to unpack this stuff and get some rest." Link spoke to himself as he slung the large satchel off of his back and dropped it on the floor. It made a loud clank as it collided with the wooden floor of his tree house home. It was a very cozy place and the only things that really occupied it were a bed, and an empty treasure chest. The blonde haired boy kicked open the chest and began pulling things out of the satchel. "Man I collected a lot of stuff from Termina. This stuff will be useful if I have to fight again." He pulled out a sword slightly smaller than the Gilded Sword on his back and examined it. It had a shiny orange stone in its small handle and the wide, razor-like blade shined grandly. Link hung the small Razor Sword on the wall underneath his Kokiri Sword and reached for his other things. Next he retrieved a bundle of different types of masks from the large brown satchel. He examined each one as he put them in the trunk. "I never thought all these masks would be so useful." Memories flooded back as he pulled out the red postman's hat that had been given to him to deliver mail and the All-Night mask which allowed anyone to stay awake all night. Next in line was the exploding blast mask, the camouflaging stone mask, the made up Great Fairy mask, the foxy Keaton mask, and the feathery Bremen mask. The next mask was one of his favorite masks, the ridiculous looking yet very useful bunny hood. Following these was the Don Gero mask, his Terminian friend Kafei's mask, the truth- telling mask of truth, and the disturbing, pig-like mask of scents. He organized them and then pulled out the Circus Leader's mask, the couple's mask, the Kamaro dancer's mask, and the ugly, dead Gibdo mask. After these were the ninja Garo mask, the skeleton-like captain hat, and the size increasing giant's mask. "That's all of those.wait, there are still four more in here." Link pulled out the last four masks that he had forgotten about. Each one had a significant place in his Termina adventure and he couldn't believe he had let them slip his mind. They were of the most important masks out of all of them. One was the creepy looking Deku mask, which turned a person into a little Deku. The next was the powerful Goron mask, which turned someone into a giant Goron with powerful muscles. Next in line was the scaly Zora mask, which turned a person into a fast swimming Zora. Of those three, he had used before. If not for these three masks alone he wouldn't be standing alive at the moment. But the fourth mask he hadn't used. Majora kept him on his toes in the end of his Termina adventure, making it almost impossible to test out the mask. The last mask was the Fierce Deity mask. Its face was tattooed with battle markings and it had silver hair that looked much like Link's own hair. The face was, without a doubt, of the race of people known as the Sheika. The silvery hair gave it away instantly. But, as Link examined the mask, he noticed that the face had glowing white eyes. He stared into them ominously. The lifeless pools stared back without any sort of comprehension of the outer world. He set the mask into the chest slowly and almost with a sense of respect for the piece of wood. The golden haired boy shook his head and reached into his bag to finish emptying it. Exiting the satchel next was a golden bow and a quiver of arrows. He looked at his old Fairy Bow hanging on the wall and back at the prettier bow in his hand. The Fairy Bow was a little bit bigger than the Hero Bow in his small hand. Link shrugged his shoulders and set the bow in the chest. After making more room in the nearly full chest, Link produced the new golden Hookshot he had obtained at the Gerudo Fortress in Termina. It was smaller than his other Hookshot and supreme Longshot and was plated with a shiny gold that matched his Hero Bow. Link closed the chest and locked it tightly with a heavy bolt and stood up tiredly. It had been a long journey from Termina. He had fought many devils on the journey home and he was very tired. He stretched and yawned loudly as he turned towards his bed. As he looked at the wall he examined and noticed that he was one sword short on the wall. He knew he had another sword somewhere, but couldn't remember exactly in his dreary state of mind. He counted down from the Kokiri Sword, to the Razor Sword, to the Giant's Knife, and finally the Biggoron Sword. With a sigh of annoyance he remembered the last blade he was forgetting and walked outside to Epona and untied a massive sword from her leather saddle. He looked down at the purple, orange, and green sword he had lugged off of the horses back. It was very shiny and wide, made of several types of crystalline stone. On the green center of the giant blade there were black roses etched into the stone. It gleamed like a shiny new rupee. He didn't really seem to care for the large colorful sword to much as he drug its weight into his tree cottage and hung the massive blade that compared to the Biggoron Sword in power and size on the wall. That completed his collection. He examined the wall above his small headboard and gleamed with pride at his two favorite shields and the first shield he ever owned. The first and least favorite shield he had was his wooden Deku shield. The second shield was the grand Hylian Shield. It had the beautiful, golden Triforce symbol molded to its surface and was adorned with a large red bird, spreading its grand, fiery wings. The last and favorite shield was the reflective Mirror Shield. The beautiful red- rimmed shield was as shiny as a mirror and had a star inside of a crescent moon etched in its magic reflecting surface. He loved the shield that's origins were unbeknownst to anyone. He had never seen one like it. Link discontinued his reminiscing of his past battles and dropped to the small hay filled bed. He kicked his small Kokiri boots off and untied his Gilded Sword and sheath off of his back. They hit the floor with a loud clank and he pulled the covers over his small body and drifted off to a night of dreams and much needed rest. The sun had already gone down and most of the young Kokiri people had already gone to bed. This was home. This was the way the life of the young Hero of Time would have been had he never been summoned by the Great Deku Tree. his chest rose and fell in his silent slumber.
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The clouds swarmed over the castle with a violent rush of ravenous hail and lightning. They were a mixture of pure blackness and gray. It was such an opaque scene that the sun seemed to be eclipsed by a black hole, consuming all that dared come near its power. An overly tall and massive, armored man strode over the stone ground level of the Market Place. His gleaming red eyes burned with a fury that no man could comprehend. As people ran past him to escape the invasion of Redeads and Stalfos swordsmen he unsheathed his jagged broadsword and cut them down. Women, children, and even knights and men were slain into a bloody pool of death upon the dirty, stone ground. Men tried to stop him but his immense power was too great. He crushed they're skulls with his bare hands and ripped they're helpless, small bodies apart, piece by bloody piece. He was such a massive and strong man, with muscles that were the equivalent of multiple body builders put together, but his true power did not lie in his arms. He raised his palm as he reached the giant Hyrule Castle and produced a giant mass of black energy. Upon release the mass of energy fired into the castle and destroyed nearly half of it on impact, leaving fires and demons to finish the rest. His invasion was pure madness and chaos. Nothing could control the insanity that was ensuing in the great capitol of Hyrule. Black clouds foreshadowed the city's doom with ominous roars of wind and pummeling lightning bolts that seemed to rain like acid tears. As the evil leader of the chaos entered the castle he found what he was looking for. The young girl of a Princess adorned in her beautiful garments gasped with fright but held her ground as she tried to summon magic of the light. Her call of power was cut short as the red haired demon reached out and grabbed her by the throat. He lightly squeezed and she choked violently and painfully. As the life was slowly draining out of the small Princess of Hyrule an amazing thing began to happen. Everyone and everything gazed up at the sky in awe. Demons dropped their screaming, half shredded victims to stare at the magical display bursting through the black tempest of clouds. As the powerful sorcerer's large, dark-skinned hand choked the Princess he stared at the sky through the shattered roof of Hyrule Castle. A giant ray of light had burst through the clouds without warning and any evil in its path was destroyed instantly. As the sorcerer man stared at the ray of light he was filled with fury as he noticed the shape of the ray was that of a young Kokiri man with a beautiful sword of purity and a magic deflecting shield. A golden Triforce shined on his hand and in a flash of light the clouds and demons disappeared. Zelda awoke in a cold sweat and heavy breathing. She wiped her forehead of the perspiration and caught her breath. The dream kept coming back. Every night she had the same dream. It was different than the ones she had the first time Ganondorf had attacked. The destruction was so much more catastrophic.