Hey, this is the Kaiser Dragon everybody! First off, I would like to begin
by saying that I DO NOT OWN THE ZELDA CHARACTERS, THEY ARE THE PROPERTY OF
NINTENDO!!! SO PLEASE DO NOT SUE ME!!! Secondly, I'd like to say that
this is my first time writing a fanfic, so please don't burn me too bad in
the reviews. That being said, on to the story!
Prologue: The Dream
The night was ablaze, the roaring of fire swept throughout the night. Everywhere, cries of fear and terror could be heard. A young child in a green tunic ran as fast as he could, trying to find the source of the destruction. He paused for a moment to catch his breath, and gasped at what he saw. Everywhere, mangled corpses of what looked like people were lying lifelessly on the ground, their blank eyes staring blankly into the chaos. Of in the distance, the ringing of steel could be heard. Gathering his strength and courage, the young boy drew his weapon; a sword tempered with gold dust. As he approached the battle, he was shocked at what he saw.
The warrior was humongous, his powerful arms swinging a sword so huge that it made the Biggoron sword look like pocket knife. The sword itself was made of two intertwined blades, which joined at the tip in a double helix. The guard who was fighting him let out a short cry of pain before expiring as the warrior executed a vicious slash to the chest. As the soldier collapsed in a heap on the ground, the warrior slowly turned to face the young boy.
What the boy saw terrified him to the soul. The Warrior wore an aqua- green tunic and a long floppy cap on his head. His hair was golden blond, the bangs hanging slightly over his face. His eyes were completely blank, with no pupils showing. It was not his eyes, however, that had terrified the young boy.
"No! It can't be!" he thought. "This can't be right, it's not possible!" As he stood there in shock, he failed to notice that the warrior had swung his sword.
Prologue: The Dream
The night was ablaze, the roaring of fire swept throughout the night. Everywhere, cries of fear and terror could be heard. A young child in a green tunic ran as fast as he could, trying to find the source of the destruction. He paused for a moment to catch his breath, and gasped at what he saw. Everywhere, mangled corpses of what looked like people were lying lifelessly on the ground, their blank eyes staring blankly into the chaos. Of in the distance, the ringing of steel could be heard. Gathering his strength and courage, the young boy drew his weapon; a sword tempered with gold dust. As he approached the battle, he was shocked at what he saw.
The warrior was humongous, his powerful arms swinging a sword so huge that it made the Biggoron sword look like pocket knife. The sword itself was made of two intertwined blades, which joined at the tip in a double helix. The guard who was fighting him let out a short cry of pain before expiring as the warrior executed a vicious slash to the chest. As the soldier collapsed in a heap on the ground, the warrior slowly turned to face the young boy.
What the boy saw terrified him to the soul. The Warrior wore an aqua- green tunic and a long floppy cap on his head. His hair was golden blond, the bangs hanging slightly over his face. His eyes were completely blank, with no pupils showing. It was not his eyes, however, that had terrified the young boy.
"No! It can't be!" he thought. "This can't be right, it's not possible!" As he stood there in shock, he failed to notice that the warrior had swung his sword.