Disclaimer: I do not own The Legend of Zelda franchise or anything related to it except the merchandise I bought.
Just to warn you, I first wrote this fic in french, but as there is a much larger audience in english, I translated it. Considering my knowledge of english is much lower than that of french, please forgive (or notice/correct) me for any translation/writing mishaps.
This idea came to me after finishing Dragon Age II while waiting for Skyward Sword's release. I was wondering what would a Zelda story look in such a dark, depressive and violent world. There is the result :
The Dark Legend of Zelda
Prologue
He could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, the soft spring breeze brushing him as his rocking chair gave him a well deserved relaxation.
But it would not last long.
It was the middle of the afternoon. Rauru had quickly learned, during his years of teaching at Castle Town's Elementary School, that kids never, ever, forgot that friday was story day. That was the day during which he told the old Legends. Those of the Heros who had allowed the world to be what it was that day.
As to confirm his thoughts, he heard the horde of children enter loudly in the hall. They rushed down the stairs and almost smashed their way through the door of his classroom.
Massing around his desk, they stared at him with big, avid eyes, watching his reactions.
Finally opening his eyes, the old teacher smiles. He had spent a long time thinking on which of the many Legends he would tell them. He had finally taken his decision.
He would tell them of the Last Legend, the final chapter of the Dark Times which had forged the world they lived in. The chapter which had freed Hyrule from the tyranny of fear and darkness like a child is freed from his mother at birth.
In pain.