I do not own The Legend of Zelda that is the property of Nintendo
For this story we are using the Hyrule Warrior model for Link and Zelda
Chapter 1:
Hyrule was a peaceful land and a place of great prosperity. However, it's mainly known for being a home to many Legends. The most popular of them all was the Legend of the Three Golden Goddesses. The legend told of three golden goddesses descending from the heavens, creating the world the people now know, and leaving behind the sacred relic known as the Triforce.
However, there was another legend, the far more obscure and lesser known Legend of the Hero. This legend was about a youth chosen by the goddesses to be Hyrule's hero when evil threaten it. The youth would come to wield the Blade of Evil's Bane and drive back the evil from the land, time and time again. Unlike the Goddesses' legend, which became the main legend of the people of Hyrule, the Legend of the Hero faded into obscurity becoming nothing more than a fairytale that parents told their children as a bed time story. Yet was it truly a fairytale?
Our story begins on an average day in the land of Hyrule, most importantly Kakoriko Village. The sun was shining brightly in a clear, blue sky and the citizens of the village were going about their daily business. Farmers tended to their fields. Ranchers took care of their livestock. The merchants worked hard at trying to sell their goods. However our attention is drawn toward a blacksmith's shop. It was by no means one of the grand shops that were in Castle Town, but despite its rough appearance, no one doubted the quality of the goods this shop produced.
The shop was owned by a tall, portly man with a black mustache named Tobias. He was strict in the running of his business and even sticker on how ran his smithy. Despite his rough exterior, there were few in the village that did not call him a friend. However, only person called him Uncle and that was his apprentice/nephew, Link.
This day was like any other. Some requests for crafting and repairs came and went. The blacksmith himself stoked the fire while his apprentice pounded on the hot metal, twisting and forcing it into the desired shape. Then the boy dipped it in the trough to cool it before returning it to the hot coals. The blacksmith looked on and shook his head, laughing quietly to himself. Despite his harsh but fair treatment of the boy, his nephew was such a hard worker and a good apprentice, even though he had a very bad habit of oversleeping.
"Here ye! Here Ye!" A voice cried from outside, drawing both of their attention. "Come one, come all there is important news from the king!"
Needless to say the last line quickly drew the villagers away from their daily routines and to the waiting herald. As the villagers congregated together, some of them noticed that the herald seemed to be taking note of their numbers. Once reaching to a seemly acceptable number, he began.
"As you all know," the herald began, "In one fortnight the kingdom of Hyrule will celebrate the day that the goddesses created our homeland."
The crowd murmured their agreement knowing full well of the holiday that was coming up.
"This year, the King has declared that a grand festival will be held in Castle Town and that all citizens of Hyrule are invited to attend."
The crowd lit up at the thought of attending a grand festival, and in Castle Town no less, but the villages excitement was about to be cranked up to an eleven.
"Furthermore there will be a great tournament held in honor of her Royal Highness Princess Zelda's seventeenth birthday." The herald spoke, knowing full well he was now at the center of attention, "The winner of said tournament will be given an honorary title of knighthood and will be the personal escort of Princess Zelda herself at the royal gala held on her birthday." After the collective gasp, the herald continued, "The only requirement is that the entrants must be at least seventeen years of age or turning seventeen within the year." He then finished off, "Registration for the tournament will be held on the first and second day of the festival."
With that, the herald turned and mounted his horse and galloped away, leaving several stunned villagers in his wake. A tournament that did not limit entry to nobility and royalty? With winner of said tournament being the Princesses' escort to her birthday Gala? Did they hear that right? Needless to say that Castle Town was going to be a very busy place in two weeks' time. The blacksmith and his nephew began the walk back to the shop, and the blacksmith stopped and turned to his nephew.
"So I was thinking that maybe we should make that trip to Castle Town," He began, "What do you think Link?"
The boy stopped and turned to his uncle, giving a short curt nod as his answer. The man smiled and the two returned to their shop. To their surprise a man dressed in the royal garb of the King's messengers was near its entrance. When he saw the two, he reached into his pouched and produced a letter.
"I have a message for Tobias." He began handing the letter to the blacksmith.
"Thank you," He said accepting the letter.
The messenger nodded and took his leave as the blacksmith opened the letter and began to read.
"Uncle Tobias?" Link asked, wanting to know the contents of the letter.
"It would seem that the King has requested for a special sword to be made as prize for the winner of the tournament at the festival."
The mere thought of helping forge one of Uncle Tobias' special custom swords caused Link's face to light up, "Can I help you make it?"
Tobias looked at his nephew for while tapping the letter against his hand contemplating something for a few moments. When he decided, he stopped tapping the letter.
"No." he replied noting the disappointment on his nephew's face, "You cannot help me because I am not making this sword. You are."
Link's eyes widened, "But this is for the King."
"Exactly! Who better to make your first custom sword for then the King himself!" Tobias reasoned.
"Uncle Tobias," Link began.
"Link," Tobias signed placing his hands on his nephew's shoulders, "My boy I have every confidence in your abilities. I did teach you all that you needed to know."
Link took in a deep breath allowing his worries to subside. Under the wave of confidence his Uncle just gave him, Link declared, "I won't let you down!"
"I know you won't my boy," he replied, "Now there is a lot of work to be done and only two weeks to do it in," Tobias finished, "Now first thing first, Link. I need a design."
Link nodded and went to the drawing table. The blacksmith turned and went back to his work. Even though they had a custom order from the King himself, that didn't mean that their other customers orders should go unattended. The rest of the day was uneventful as Tobias finished the last of the day's work.
With today's work done, he went back to put his tools away. He also needed to check up on Link and his progress. When he got there, he found Link still drawing at the desk with multiple balled up pieces of paper at his feet and a look of complete concentration on his face.
Suddenly, Link stopped and sat back up a bit. He then stood up, grabbed the paper, and brought it over to his uncle. Putting his tools down, Tobias took Link's drawing from him and looked over it. Link was waiting in anticipation. His uncle was putting a lot of faith in him with this order, and he was determined not to let his uncle down.
"This will be the greatest sword this shop ever produced." The blacksmith announced confidently, "You'll begin at first light."
The next two weeks passed in a flurry for Link. The blacksmith apprentice worked endlessly and relentlessly on the blade that was requested by the king himself. On the third day before the festival, Link finally finished the blade while his uncle was preparing their horses for the trip. Link was polishing the blade when his Uncle entered into the shop.
"Finished yet Link? We need to leave tomorrow for Castle Town."
"I just did Uncle Tobias." Link replied, presenting the sword to his uncle.
"Link, this is beautiful!" he praised. Then the blacksmith signaled for his nephew to step back. When Link did, the blacksmith performed some slashes to test the balance of the blade. It was perfect, especially in it's cutting motion, and it was light enough to be easily maneuverable. Satisfied, Tobias slid the sword in a nicely designed sheath he made. He finally placed it in an incredibly decorated box ready for travel to Castle Town and fit for a presentation to the King.
"Link," He began, "This is truly a sword even a King could be proud of." He finished, "Now come help me finish packing boy."
End Chapter 1
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