A/N: Hey, so I like to try different things every time I write something, to be experimental and to see if I ever find a writing style that I can just immediately work with. You'll notice this fiction will be a lot lengthier and in-depth than my previous Mario Bros. story. I also want to bring a more romantic and action-filled side to the story, while maintaining the spiritual part I tried in Super Mario Bros., and reducing the narrative style that consumed that fic. I'm writing this note midway into the chapter, and I think you'll like it.

This is but one of the legends of which the people speak...
Long ago, there existed a kingdom where a golden power lay hidden. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, and peace.
But one day, a man of great evil found the golden power and took it for himself. With its strength at his command, he spread darkness across the kingdom.
But then, when all hope had died, and the hour of doom seemed at hand...a young boy clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere. Wielding the blade of evil's bane, he sealed the dark one away and gave the land light.
This boy, who traveled through time to save the land, was known as the Hero of Time. The boy's tale was passed down through generations until it became legend...but then, a day came when a fell wind began to blow across the kingdom. The great evil that all thought had been forever sealed away by the hero once again crept forth from the depths of the earth, eager to resume its dark designs.
The people believed that the Hero of Time would again come to save them...but the hero did not appear. Faced by an onslaught of evil, the people could do nothing but appeal to the Gods. In their last hour, as doom drew nigh, they left their future in the hands of fate.
What became of that kingdom? None remain who know.
The memory of the kingdom vanished, but its legend survived on the wind's breath. On a certain island, it became customary to garb boys in green when they came of age. Clothed in the green of fields, they aspired to find heroic blades and cast down evil. The elders wished only for the youths to know courage like the hero of legend...

Many years ago-
"Link!"

"Link!"
Link was a young boy, around the age of 14, who was very slothful throughout his days. A little short for his age, Link was an orphan with long, dark blonde hair who lived alone, in a treehouse, constructed himself. It was based near a small village named Kakariko, where he visited every once in a while to stock up on foods. When Link wasn't sleeping, (which he did quite a lot), he wandered the woods, partly searching for equipment to trade for food items back at Kakariko, but also to feel more alone than he already was. Until about a year ago, Link lived with his one surviving relative-an uncle (on his father's side), who was a knight for the King of Hyrule. He was killed violently by an unknown culprit. His uncle distilled into Link a strong idealism of mankind, that everyone was weak, unintelligent, and useless. Link's uncle would return home every week or so, would stay for a couple of days, and then leave again to resume service. The times Link's uncle was home, he would either be plotting plans to overthrow the King or help him.
Link was never really able to converse with his uncle. After his sudden death, Link's lifestyle changed only to a new living space-his treehouse, which was actually a sort of promotion from the small, dreary home back in Ordon.
"Link!"
The sluggish Link groaned and opened his eyes slightly, to see a little girl flaunting about. This young woman was Saria, a funny character whose home was in Kakariko. She often visited Link, likely because she had had a 'crush' on the fellow. This was, of course, unbeknownst to Link, and he thought it an annoyance that Saria showed up so much.
"Oh, get up!" Saria laughed, and pulled Link up next to her, before stepping away slightly.
Link, still half-asleep, began (dangerously) climbing down his skim tree-ladder.
"Be careful, now," Saria warned, as she followed. "Hold on! Hold on! I got you a present, Link."
By this time, Link was pretty much awake, and replied, "why?"
"Wh-it's your birthday, dummy!" Saria threw a wrapped box at Link, playfully.
Catching the box, Link questioned the statement, "it's my birthday? Are you sure?"
"Surer than the fact Mido is in, like, super love with me," Saria assured Link, as he began tearing through the wrapping. When he opened a small box, it was revealed that the gift was a green tunic, long elf cap, and light brown pants.
"Um, I thought since your parents were gone, no one would be able to give you the clothes of the Hero. So, I, um, sewed some, and stuff," Saria explained, with a hint of red on her face.
"Saria, this is rad," Link said softly as he stretched the clothes out in front of him, beginning to ponder his annoyance to Saria. He shoved the soft headwear onto his hair. Link stood and struck a heroic pose, emitting a laugh from Saria.
"Okay, okay, I ought to go," Saria giggled, and exited the treehouse clearings. After Saria was no longer in sight, Link redressed himself in his new garments. He was looking a lot like the Hero of Time, if you were to compare the old mythical drawings to the young boy.
~Link~ ~Link~ The 'hero' checked his surroundings, searching for the voice's origin.
~Link, you must go to the forest and speak to the old, wise tree~ ~Link~ As soon as it had started, the mysterious voice was gone.