Two legends...
Each of incredible renown and power... each of great power, courage, and wisdom...
Though different in appearance, they are equal in strength, equal in knowledge, and equal in heroism...
This is the tale of the day these two legends met...
And how they confronted the oncoming Armageddon...
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Link lay in the grassy Hyrule field just outside of the south gate of Castle Town. The weather was perfect for lounging, evidenced by the fact that he was sound asleep. His mind was filled with thoughts of how he had saved Hyrule from the Twilight a year ago, and how he later finally asked Ilia to go out with him. He had been a little hesitant at first. They had been friends since childhood, and he didn't want to ruin that. But they had had a stable relationship for few months now.
"Link?" asked a gentle voice. He didn't budge. "Link?" the voice asked again, a little louder this time. Still, he made no reaction. "LINK!"
The young hero immediately shot up and instinctively reached for the hilt of his sword, which was usually strapped onto his back with his shield, but was now on the ground. He looked to see who had woken him up. It was none other than his girlfriend, Ilia.
"Hey, Ilia," he said as he scratched the back of his head in slight embarrassment. "Sorry. I guess I dozed off there for a bit."
"It's okay, Link," Ilia replied. She was used to this. He could sleep just about anywhere. One of the perks of being a veteran adventurer, she supposed. "Just come on! We're going to be late!"
"Late for what?" Ilia rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's question. Another thing she had get used to: his forgetfulness.
"Don't you remember? Princess Zelda is to be officially coronated as Queen of Hyrule!" Link face-palmed himself for his own ignorance.
"Crap! I completely forgot!" he admitted, ashamed of himself. "Come on! Let's go!"
Link took Ilia's hand as he ran to the gate. He knew that Zelda probably wouldn't mind him being a little late, but he also knew that she would prefer it if one of her only friends would be there (because of her cold-shoulder personality, she tended to put people off a good bit). Besides, he had promised to be there, and he was always a man of his word.
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Amaterasu sat calmly observing this year's Kamiki Festival. It had been about a year since she had finally vanquished her eternal nemesis, the Dark Lord Yami. She was glad that he was finally gone, but couldn't help but admit that things had gotten just a teensy bit boring. There were hardly ever any monsters to fight anymore, and the Satomi Canine Warriors wouldn't fight her unless Princess Fuse allowed it (which she never did). At least Issun still managed to keep things somewhat interesting, even though he often complained about how she tended to ignore him nowadays.
"Hey, Ammy!" shouted the said Poncle from behind her. She turned to see him hopping about excitedly. He was always like this around this time of year. "Come on! You're missing all the excitement! Susano is actually getting into a figh with Benkei, and it's getting intense!"
Amaterasu nodded in acknowledgement. She could at least watch Susano get his ass kicked by Benkei. Again. She padded over to Issun, who hopped up onto her head, as usual. The white wolf then continued down the path that led back down to the village. As she walked, however, she suddenly jerked her head to the right, causing Issun to nearly fall off of her lupine head.
"Hey! Watch it, furball! I nearly fell!" He looked at her, and his anger quickly turned into concern. "What's wrong, Ammy?" The divine she-wolf just kept staring off to the right. She then shook her head as if to sat that it was nothing. "Well, whatever! Let's go! I don't wanna miss Susano vs Benkei!"
She nodded and continued down the path. But she couldn't but think that it was in fact something that haad distracted her.
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In bleak, empty realm, two figures stood before each other. They both were sent here by their respective nemeses, and both craved revenge. One figure, a large, muscled man in black armor, had an evil, power-hungry look in his sinister yellow eyes. The other figure, an entity comprosed entirely of living shadows, floated before its new colleague.
They shared an equal level of dark, vile, and malevolent power. But that was all that they knew about each other. Beyond that, they were complete strangers. And so they began their introductions.
"I am Ganondorf," the first figure said in a deep, powerful baritone. "And I am the King of Evil."
"I am Yami," the shadow said in a raspy, sinister voice, like a harsh whisper. "And I am the Lord of Everlasting Darkness."
And with that, the most villainous alliance conceivable became reality.
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This is the tale of two legends...
Legends who, when alone, are formidable...
Legends who, together, must stand against the darkness that threatens to swallow us all...