REVISED EDITION

Revised edition note IMPORTANT: So I know that the story hasn't even been completed yet, but I spent a long time rewriting over and over to get the story right and fix errors as well as fix any plot holes. This particular chapter doesn't have many changes, but there is a line that Link's mother says that is very important, so read anyways.

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Hey guys, this is my first story ever. I'd been reading other people's fanfics and as I read, a story of my own popped into my brain. While you read the story, I may have side notes in which I'll generally use bold letters. Thoughts (and occasionally flashbacks) will be in italics. I take advantage of all punctuation marks, if possible, so don't be surprised if there are longer sentences. For those of you who don't like a simple words with 4th grade vocabulary, rest assured, I'm not that way. Feel free to give suggestions, or even point out any mistakes or ask any questions. However, DO NOT say anything that can be insulting in any way, I will not hesitate to report you. Please let everyone enjoy the story if they want to.

Many thanks,

WolvesoftheBlueMist

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Prologue

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Lord Banzetta shifted in his saddle. He, his wife Loretta, their 6 month old son, and a company of about 10 soldiers were headed to Hyrule Castle. The King, Gaepora, was Lord Banzetta's best friend. The two had grown up together, and while they weren't related, the King and the Lord considered themselves as brothers. As they got older, Banzetta began training as a swordsman, in the royal guard, where he met Loretta. She had exceptional skills with the bow, and while she was still young, she had become Captain of the Southern Archers. (The Southern Archers were an elite group of bowmen, whom had the unmatchable ferocity of a dragon. They were utterly loyal to the Royal family, and were often used for stealth missions in war, and occasionally, when ordered, even acted as assassins.) The two had fallen in love, and after a time, got married. When the King had heard that Banzetta had a son, he insisted that new family come to the castle to visit. So, when Banzetta had the time, he packed his things for the three day journey from his home in Faron Woods to the Castle.

'We'll make it to Hyrule Field a little after nightfall.' He thought. 'Hopefully we won't run into bears or bandits. I mean, I know we can defeat them, but I don't want Link to get hurt. Banzetta looked over his shoulder to where his son was asleep in his mother's arms. He wasn't sure what possessed him to give his son the name 'Link'; the only other person that he knew of who'd bore that name was the Chosen Hero. He'd disappeared into the woods four months after the Twilight had been defeated. No one knew why, although those close to him said that he was stricken with grief because he'd lost something or someone. The princess had apparently sent out search parties, but they always came back empty handed with no clues as to the whereabouts of the Hero.

Either way, a thousand years had passed since then, and in that time, people mutually agreed that the Hero's name was too sacred to give to children haphazardly. Yet, when Loretta had asked him what to name their baby, 'Link' burst into his mind. No matter what, it was the only name that fit him. Whenever the parents tried to call him by another name, the boy would burst into tears and refuse any food or drink. It was if the goddesses were saying what to call the baby.

'Who knows?' Banzetta mused. 'Maybe he WILL become a hero!'

A breeze ruffled Lord Banzetta's blond hair and brought him back from his thoughts. He lifted his forest green eyes to the sky. Rainclouds were gathering, darkening the sky gradually. Lord Banzetta turned his coal-black horse around and rode up to the wagon where Loretta and Link sat.

"Looks like it may rain," he said. "Do you want us to stop early?" He respected the woman's opinion and decided to ask her. His question was answered with Loretta rolling her sky-blue eyes at him. Her jet-black hair flowed like silk in the breeze.

"You know, I'm not a weakling. I've probably been on more missions than you. You don't have to pamper me," she said flatly.

Banzetta blinked. She was always so kind and carefree and did her best to help those less fortunate than her. She cracked jokes all the time and had a lighthearted spirit. Had he offended her?

"Sorry! I just thought that since we had Link with us you'd-"

He was cut off when Loretta threw her head back and burst out laughing, drawing the attention of the soldiers. He stared at her, baffled, but soon realized what had transpired. Loretta eventually looked at him (still chuckling) and her eyes danced with amusement. "Gotcha."

Banzetta smiled ruefully. He, once again, was on the receiving end of a joke. Still in Loretta's arms, Link burbled and smiled. Grinning, Lord Banzetta looked at his wife.

"Well, whatever we decide, nothing bad will happen, right?"

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Running Wind quietly padded through the trees. Her paws made no sound on the forest floor and her grayish-brown fur blended perfectly with the dappled colors of the woods. Pausing she lifted her head and sniffed the air. Aside from the obvious scent of the upcoming rain, there was something else…Blood. A lot of it. Running Wind stiffened. She had been the Alpha of the Guardian pack for about 7 seasons now, and was experienced enough to know the scent of human blood. This was certainly NOT good. Her pack, the Guardian pack, was not given its name for a reason. The great goddess Hylia herself had tasked the pack of wolves to guard and protect the land. To help them in this task, Hylia had given the creatures special gifts. They were a great deal bigger than normal wolves, had the intelligence of humans, and, most importantly: they were given the gift to telepathically communicate with whomever they wish.

In the beginning of the packs existence, the Guardian pack mingled with the Hylians, and cherished their company. However, after time went by, the race began to forget the wisdom, power, and purpose of the wolf pack. They began to enslave the magical beasts for entertainment purposes, and, enraged at the two-legged creatures, the Guardian pack left, abandoning the Hylians to their whims. When the demonic creature Ganondorf took control over Hyrule for seven years, the Princess at the time escaped and sought out the Guardian Pack, desperately asking for aid. However, the Alpha at the time refused to help the girl, and she left the pack alone, to wander in exile with her friend. During the time in which a millennia (which is a thousand years for those who think it might a million) went by, the Guardian Pack hid themselves from the world. It was only until the Hero of Twilight appeared as a wolf that they began to pay attention once more to the happenings of Hyrule, as they were first tasked to do. (When the Hero of Twilight disappeared he actually went to the Deep Forest where he met a Guardian Wolf and retuned with it to live a bit with the Pack, before disappearing from even them).

Lifting her head, Running Wind drew in a deep breath. Opening her jaws she howled, her call reaching the rest of the pack's ears. Satisfied that they'd catch up to her, Wind set off, heading in the direction of the blood scent. As she trotted along, yet another scent reached her nostrils. It was strange and absolutely FOUL. Wind drew her lips back in a disgusted snarl. Flicking her ears forward, she heard the sounds of men-and possibly a woman- screaming. Along with the shouts of absolute terror was a demonic chatter that caused bile to rise in Running Wind's throat. A fresh, comforting scent reached her, and Wind acknowledged her pack by abandoning her stealthy crouch and instead, bunched her muscles and leapt forward toward the clearing where the horrid sounds had stopped coming from. However, instead of expecting a battle, the bodies of Hylians lay strewn across the ground.

"Please…Help us…Please…"

Running Wind followed the sound of the human voice, accompanied by her mate: Great Storm. A female human lay on the ground, one arm grasping a sword, the other holding a bundle to her chest. Extending her mind to the woman, Wind asked telepathically:

"Dear creature that resembles the goddesses, do not fear me; I am the leader of a wolf pack that has been tasked by the over-ruling goddess Hylia to protect this land with my life. What happened to your pack that caused their downfall? What is that trembling bundle you hold against your breast? What must my pack do to help?"

"Hylia? I have never heard that name before. But no matter. Me and my…my husband and…our son. We were…attacked. I…I-I won't live… but, please, take my son and protect him. His…his name…It's Li...Lin-" The woman gasped for breath and the mental link that enabled her to talk to Running Wind faltered for a moment. "He…he carries the blood of…of the-"

The woman's voice was cut off as a groan escaped her and the two sky-blue eyes rolled back into her head. Her jet-black hair was plastered to her head and a dark liquid stuck in large clumps with mud on her face.

Running Wind had never seen a dead Hylian, but now she stood in a clearing with twelve massacred bodies. The silent air was broken as rain began to fall down in torrents as if Farore herself was crying-No-SOBBING. Running Wind took a hesitant step forward and nuzzled the tiny, but warm bundle. Carefully grasping the strange material wrapped around the Hylian pup, Wind picked up the whimpering creature and turned towards the Deep Woods.

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King Gaepora stared at his plate of food. He wasn't hungry. How could he be? His throat constricted at his attempts to not cry. His beloved friend was supposed to arrive at the castle a day ago. Concerned, the King had sent out a search party. They had returned earlier this day, not bearing good news, but twelve dead bodies.

Leaving the table, Gaepora left his two month pregnant wife and attendants and went to his room. Only then did his tears fall freely; he hadn't lost a good soldier, or a helpful Lord, or even a friend. No, Gaepora lost his brother, and though they weren't truly related, the King felt a piece of his heart die.

A sudden thought escaped him. Link! Son of my brother! They didn't find HIS body did they?! Could it be? Is it possible? Is he-?

Before the King could finish his thought, a long and mournful howl swept through the open balcony doors and reached the Kings ears. The wolfsong was sad and pained, as if a great battle had been lost.