The Legend of Oni
By DarkBlacknoid
Author's Note: Here is a different take at the Legend of Zelda and how it all really began. Anything you see that has a " * " by it, that means I'll have an explanation of it at the end of the chapter. Kind of like an appendix. ^_^ So please read and enjoy!
Dedication
To those that dream an impossible dream and achieve it.
Prologue:
Since Then
The sun was scorching at the noon upon Hyrule's summer season. Peaceful it was, but the sound of work, and hard labor could be heard in the winds. The rebuilding of Hyrule continued still after six months had passed since the imprisonment of Din, the Destroyer of Good. None passed through the doors of the Temple of Time in that time. Not even the Steward or the Princess, whose power sealed the doors.
Though no threat there was anymore, much unrest and discontent covered all. Their hearts had been broken by the evil of Din. Once she had been a revered Goddess, worthy of praise and now a demon in prison. Mistrust and faithlessness spread through Hyrule's minds and hearts like sand blown in stormy winds. Some doubted even the Sages, warriors of beyond, coming to the conclusion that perhaps it was they who had brought all the hardship. But most of all, they doubted the True Goddesses. Din, they knew to be evil, but Farore and Nayru were being scrutinized. Why had they (if they despised what the Fire Goddess had preformed) not come to their aid in their darkest hour? Did their love reach its boundaries? Or perhaps they truly had abandoned them like delinquent mothers. For whatever reason the Goddesses did not show, most cared little any longer while the main threat was kept away.
The rebellious, faithless talk troubled the Sages, but ever remained faithful to Farore and Nayru. Not that they did not have their times of doubt, it was always overcome by sense of reason by one special voice. Kiad'Eron was their Mouthpiece of Faith. Not once did he ever doubt the Goddesses. Though the Sages could wonder deeply where this faith came from and how he could be so sure, in the end, it did not matter. After a soft talk with Eron concerning the Goddesses, everyone's mind was at peace.
Zelda especially enjoyed Eron's knowledge much to the annoyance of Link. When time and strength allowed, she would seek Eron out with a question or two or merely just to chat about some insights that had occurred to her. Eron enjoyed the time spent with her and he gained knowledge and wisdom listening to her truths, but he told her little of his past though she insisted on asking. The Princess knew it bothered him to talk about past events and he would brush her off. She often tried to use his promise against him, but Eron could elude her pressures without lying to her by saying, 'That is my piece to keep, Princess, not to share. If someday I am to share it, you will be one of the first to hear it.' No matter if she were the ruler, he did not have to tell her anything he did not wish. He would never lie to Hyrule ever again, as was his oath, but they did not need to know everything. It did not hurt Zelda's feelings. She was very patient and knew when to leave things be.
Nabooru on the other hand held true to her ancient Gerudo namesake. As later in small talk, Eron informed her of what her age-old name meant in the old language of the Gerudo. She was very flustered to learn it meant, 'haughty wind' and claimed Eron had been making it up but he reminded her of his oath. But every time he mentioned something of old, it would spark her interest of where his sources were and she would grow impatient with his escaping answers. Nabooru would try to reach into his very closed and dark soul, searching for answers behind those plagued eyes. He was a puzzle that Nabooru was determined to figure out. Often her anger would get the best of her and she would not speak with Eron for some time, hoping he would feel bad about it and give in, but it never happened. After some time, Nabooru began to realize that was only making things worse. Eron already felt bad enough.
The Spirit Sage tried hardest of all to understand Kiad'Eron. Ever since he had been freed from the influence of Din, few words ever passed his lips unless he was spoken to. He sat quiet during meal times and worked hard to rebuild what he unwillingly helped to destroy. Nabooru sensed the strong feeling of his broken spirit, but he never complained, never voiced his sorrows, and never caused a problem, which bothered Link. The Hero of Time still trusted him not and he always kept a close watch around Eron. Never again did Link ever want to see those terrible Burning Eyes.
Though however much Eron bothered Link, no problems ever arose. They did not speak much with each other and that was the way they preferred it. Finally after a time, even Link began to get comfortable again. Things were being rebuilt and dealt with after the Capture and finally all began to heal. Even Darunia and the Gorons were rising from the ashes of their destroyed home in Death Mountain from the deadly eruption. New Goron City was built in the ruins becoming more than what it used to be. It was more fortified and intricately designed to hold more homes for the Gorons to grow, economically and culturally. Many of the inhabitants of Kakariko assisted the Gorons in the building reissuing the long friendship they had had for so many generations.
Now remained Hyrule Castle and its town. Most of the destruction hit there and building of the Castle was slow but the Sages and people of Hyrule devoted much time and patience to its construction.
It was there in the half-built town of Hyrule the Sages and Eron slaved, working to the day that their work will pay off and the dream of peace will be the ruling force for all time.