Note to the World: While this is a novelization, I am going to take artistic liberties. While playing the game, I made up my own back stories, dialogue, etc., and I am going to vent them here. I also felt the plot line could have been tied together a bit better; so instead of just complaining like I usually do, I'm going to write. Stuff is going to happen out of order, and I am going to add new characters, but they are going to fill in plot holes or have been inspired by other characters in the Zelda universe. There will be no author proxies, friend proxies, or any similar device. I will also change personalities when I feel like it: I do not want Link to be an "archetypal hero" they're too overdone; I do not want him to be static (his character is going to change). Characters will change when I feel like it (I feel very strongly that the Oocaa are glorified chickens, and the dragon should have had a personality); and the later plot developments are up in the air (in my mind). If you want a short, word for word rendition of the game, you do not want this.

Read and review. I want to know about my writing style, the way I piece this thing together: what do you think? Don't just tell me good things, if something irks (ha ha ha "irks") you then, by God, say it. I want to become a professional writer, and I need to know what my audience thinks. Flame, go ahead. Just, you've been warned about what type of story this will be.

P.S. I do not own the Legend of Zelda Franchise or anything in it; if I did, I would not be writing fan fiction. I do however, own almost all of the wording. I know what's mine and should I catch you usurping my sentences, may the great fairies have mercy on you.


At the ends of the world, Hyrule, lay a forest. It was a forest of life: immortals lived freely there, fairies walked with wolves, the trees spoke of the birth of the planet. Deep in the forests of Hyrule, long had there been a force counter balancing life, the Master Sword. The blade had been left there ages ago by the hero, the only mortal denizen of the forest. He meant for it be a blessing, a protecting force to linger after he was gone, but it eroded walls of magic to the point that even normal humans could live among the outskirts of the trees. The woods that were once cursed to mortals, both mortal men and mortal trees, became open to them. The blade was a world shaper; but it is unknown as to whether it consciously decided to open the barriers of magic in the forest or it was fulfilling its role as a death dealer.

Either way, the humans came.

There is a third possibility however; the sword could have been calling people to itself, trying to find the one who could draw it from its pedestal; the climate of the worlds were changing, and the sword want to be apart of that change.

In the forest, the two of them sat like a father and son by the Spirit Spring; their practice swords thrown haphazardly by the water's edge.

"They say," Rusl explained, "at a deep red sun-down, like this, our world crosses over with theirs."

"Hmm? Whose world?" Asked Link

"The Twilight Realm: it's a world that is always inches away from ours, but we can't wander into it." Rusl said, tilting his head back to watch the dieing sky, "At dusk we see it's colors, and sometimes we go there in nightmares. A world between worlds and within the soul," he smiled. "You know, some say witches and warlords come from the Twilight Realm."

"Is that something else you heard in Hyrule?" Link asked.

There was a slight pause; Link tapped his finger impatiently but Rusl was taking in the twilight. He finally answered:

"I keep forgetting you've never been there."

"What's it like there?"

"Not nearly as beautiful as our forest. There are only a few trees, none as big as the lesser dekus we have, most of it's just grass and rocks stretching for miles without a single human. And sky, the sky stretches with the grass as far as you can see."

"You're going back to Hyrule at the next full moon to deliver that sword, right? Well . . . I was wondering if I could go with you, and if you can't spare people around the village, let me go by myself. I'll remember to eat and sleep. I swear I will."

"It sounds like you've sorta thought this through, quite an improvement. But let me think about it, okay?" Rusl stood and stretched. "First, we have to load this firewood on that horse Epona and drag her back to the village."

"You know," Link said, standing, patting the dirt off his leggings, "she doesn't like it when you try to pull her along; she knows where she's going."

"If she knows where she's going, why doesn't she go when I lead her?"

"Well, she thinks she can get there by herself."

"See? This is why we don't let you go to Hyrule." Rusl smiled. "Worrying us with talk like that is one thing--we're used to it. But you were stand in the middle of Castle Town, and went on about how the chickens were going to revolt if people kept eating them., you'd find yourself an outcast."

"Of course I wouldn't. People don't eat chickens."

"Around here."

"But . . . But that doesn't make any sense! Why don't they just revo--"

"Just load that firewood on your horse already, and don't make me do it. Please. Last time I tried, she attacked me."

"Yeah . . . So I can go to Hyrule, right?" Link asked again, picking up the logs.

Link thought about it when he was doing his final rounds about the ranch that day: Hyrule, the Twilight Realm, and all the worlds beyond it. It wasn't that he disliked the forest, he loved it. He could wait all night, still as a rabbit, to see a lesser deku tree move and talk to its neighbor. He had always tried to find huts of the Kokiri Tree Dwellers and the king of the forest, the Great Deku Tree. He liked to find fairy fountains. And one of the favorite stories the people of his village liked to tell was about Link as an eight year old trying to force a stream to tell him where he could find the Queen of the Fairies (it was a mortal, normal stream, often used to wash dishes), and although this was a source of embarrassment for him, he still wished the stream would have just told him and spared him the humiliation. He wasn't insane; he just grew up in a forest where all of these things existed.

But still, Link was feeling claustrophobia in his small, tight-knit world: he had seen less than forty people growing up. To see a world beyond his own, Link wanted that. Besides, Rusl's stories never helped.