A Kingdom has fallen...
Chaos ran through the streets; the smell of smoke and blood filled the air as the streets were stained with blood and viscera. They came at the kingdom in masses, unexpectedly, and in the dead of night had broken through the first line of royal guards with ease. Their numbers out ranked those set to defend the kingdom ten to one.
Large disfigured mongoloids in crude armor descended on the town in droves. Their mouths gnarled, wide set, and toothy; Their noses close to that of a hog and eyes of smoldering coal; Horrific and devilish, cutting down guard and civilian indiscriminately. The bells tolled as the sounds of steel on steel rang out into the night answered by screams of terror and agony. The beasts smashed in windows and tore doors from their hinges; Entire buildings toppled over, buckling under the onslaught of cannons and fire.
"Find the child!" One belted in a gurgle from the top of a building half engulfed in flames. A horn that hung from its belt was pushed against its mouth and from it a low bellowing sound echoed over the town. A moment later and second wave scrambled over walls, spilling into every area. Bodies of guards and civilians were tossed onto the streets, staining the stone with crimson.
The captives were moved to the towns center, where the creatures began lining them on their knees in rows: one guarding at each end while one walked the rows of the captured examining them. They grabbed their arms and looked at their hands. Those who did not have what they were looking for were quickly disposed of and thrown onto a pile of dead.
On the other side of town, eight wooden cages on top of wagons were lined up near the entrance gates after the gates were stormed. Another horn blast and half of the invading army . Any who got close to the children was swiftly met with death.
Inside the walls of the castle, a woman screamed in agony of a different kind.
"Push, you have to push damn you!" The girl between a birthing woman's legs screeched out in a panic. The women reeled her head back and breathed long and deep a few times before pushing again, crying out sharply, squeezing the life out the hand of the midwife. Echos of cannon fire from the encroaching invaders filled the spaces where the screaming stopped. A man in silver armor burst through the door and the midwife turned to him with sword in hand. Sharp, ruby red irises peered behind strains of snow white hair, glaring out at the intruder with her sword tip pointed at his heart.
"Lady Urulo, I apologize-"
"I told you to knock!" She viciously scolded.
"I am sorry," the man winced, trembling. "But they are nearly here, my lady." The man paused at the sound of cannon fire echoed in the distance. "W-we cannot hold them m-much longer."
The white haired women lower her sword.
"We at the mercy of the child's bir-"
"IMPA!" The women on the table shrieked in pain. The white haired woman rushed over to see the very top of the babes head. She arched her head back and the white haired woman readied herself to catch the newborn. Outside, the sounds of fighting grew louder. The garrison had made its way inside of the building and was quickly making their way through the castle to the hold.
"Here it comes. Push! Push, goddess be praised! PUSH!" The white haired woman kept a stern voice as her eyes welled with tears. She feared that this would be her last moments, but she knew that she must protect the kingdom. The crown of the baby's head pushed through. Wheat yellow colored the top of its head, with eyes of deep blue and ears pointed at their tips. This was one of the two children of legend and she made it long enough to see it come into this world. Her vision was blurred with tears of joy but her hands stayed true. With one final push, the babe fell into her hands and the mothers screams turned to sighs of relief. Their joy however did not have much time to settle before another silver plated guard came in through the door. This one covered in crimson stains and holding his side pained.
"They are just outside the walls, Lady Urulo." He coughed blood. "You must-" He fell to his knees. "You must leave now." He grunted once more before collapsing into the floor. The mother, bleeding and half aware looked to the woman with white hair. Tears streaming down her face, her eyes begging for mercy.
"Run, Impa." The woman croaked. "You know what must be done."
Impa spared a moment of tenderness for the child's mother to kiss the newborn child's soft forehead before slipping out into the hallway and into a dark and hidden passage that would lead them to safety. Not but moment after, the muffled frantic noise of struggle and clamor rose and quickly faded as she worked her way down into the passage. The woman remained intent and focused, watching around corners for flickers of light and for echoes of movement and sound. She moved fast, silent, and calculated as she had planned. She had seen this in her dreams many moons ago and followed her movements from those visions.
Impa made it through past the outskirts of the town and to the line of the trees where a man in a brown cloak seated on a horse waited. The man, slightly surprised, gently took the baby from the white haired woman and nodded, understanding silently the task he was given weeks prior.
100 yards behind them a group of the monstrous humanoids raced towards the tree line with the white haired woman in their sights. The man, without hesitation, rode off into the thick of the forest leaving the woman behind. She turned to the onslaught with sword in hand and readied herself. Five of them, mounted on the backs of boars the size of horses, charged at her full speed. She breathed deep and smiled, holding tightly to the hilt of her sword.
"For my kingdom." She whispered. If she had a purpose, it was as a royal servant to protect and defend. Rain clouded her vision as the beasts descended upon her. Her breath was drawn deep before she lifted her sword and ran towards them at full charge.
"For HYRULE!" She bellowed as her blade cut through rain and flesh.
The sounds of the kingdom faded away between the trees and under the beating of hooves…
It was raining harder than he has ever seen, or has ever known to be possible. It was as if the sky itself was coming to wash away the world. The thunder clapped as of lighting reached across the clouds above. Unbearably loud, and threatening, the light illuminating the darkness for just long enough for him to get his bearings. His left hand clutching a sword that shone bright in the darkness, and in his right a shield. He glowered forward into the eyes of it. The steam rising around it's massive maw as it heaved and snarled. Wicked bright green eyes pierced through the sheets of rain and ash. The fires smoldering behind it illuminating faintly it's silhouette. The smell of burning wood. The smell of wet soil and dirt. The smell of blood…
It came at him charging fast and he quickly braced himself for impact. This beast would taste cold steel through its heart but only if he would strike true. He heard the sound of a bow snap behind him and in an instant a blinding white light burst forth from the beast as it struck. It was planned, he remembered, and rushed forward and readying his sword. The Beast, faster than he anticipated, turned and grabbed him in his massive claws. The green glow of his eyes cast upon his face striking terror in his heart. He found himself incapable of movement, the glinting green eyes staring back. In a flash, he was falling, and all went to darkness.