Prologue:

Preparing Story Synchronizing….

Legends tell of a kingdom, a kingdom that was liberated from a corrupt tyrant's rule. Neither a form of uprising or an invasion from a neighboring country made this possible. It was possible because of one man. One man who came alone and single handling defeated the king. Before anyone could know who this one man was, he disappeared into the shrouds of time and hid from history itself. The newly founded royal family called this man, the Hero of Time. But such a tale could not prove that this one man used any form of time manipulation. But alas… Nothing is true everything is permitted.

Synchronization Commencing

The tale begins with a small horse drawn wagon crossing a heavily guarded border into a kingdom. Within this carriage are a handful of chained civilians from various classes with sacks covering their faces. A spear guard covered in armor and armed with a spear stops the wagon and confronts the coachman driving the horses.

"This the new lot?" the guard asks the coachman.

"Aye… They'll fetch for a good bit of rupees." The coachman replies with a smirking grin.

"Oh Din…This is Hyrule… which means we'll be sold as slaves." One of the sacked civilians says in horror causing the other civilians to panic.

"Shut your traps!" the coachman said in a disgruntled voice.

As the scared civilians silenced, the guard notices that one of the chained civilians that stood out from the rest. "Why is that man the only one without a sack over his head?" The guard asks the coachman. The coachman looks behind his shoulder to see a man in his mid twenties with dark blond hair wearing nothing but ragged clothes staring off into the distance with his chained hands resting under his chin. "Oh him… he was a last minute catch and I ran out of sacks. Hasn't said a damn word, and a man who doesn't talk back is great for work." The coachman replies. The guard nods his head in agreement and gives the order for the carriage to go through.

The carriage continues it's way through the kingdom crossing several fields and bridges until finally they reach a slave outpost. The coachman gets off the coach and goes for his whip. With a crack of his whip, the civilians begin to get off the carriage and line up one by one. The coachman's crew begins to go through and sorting the civilians out into gender, age, and how they were built.

"You can't do this to me." A chained nobleman says then shoves the guard to one side and makes a break for it. But just as he is about to reach the gate an arrow strikes him in the back and the nobleman lands face down on the ground motionless. The coachman chuckles deeply at the failed attempt. "Anyone else fell like running off?" the coachman asks. No one responds and the coachman chuckles. "Good… you learn fast." He says then continues to examine each of the civilians.

After a harsh and cruel day of inspection and preparation, night falls onto the outpost and the civilians are chained into a set of cages with the coachman's guards patrolling the area. "This is it…we'll spend the rest of our days as slaves." One of the civilians says. "Goddess please hear our prayers and save us." Another civilian says as they are down on their knees. "Hey shut up in there!" One of the guards says as he passes by.

As the guard continues to make his pass, something catches the guard's attention off the corner of his eye. He turns in the direction he sees this anomaly only to be tackled into the cage's wall and struck unconscious by an unseen force. A second guard hears the disorder from around the corner and goes to investigate. But just as he makes the corner, the figure that tackled the first guard takes the guard's knife and slings it into the second guard's throat. The second guard collapses to the ground alerting none of the other guards.

The figure makes his way to the cage's door with one of the civilians standing by it. "It's you…" The civilian mumbles as the figure is revealed to be the blond man who did not have a sack on his head. "But how did you get out?" The civilian asks the blond man. "I pick pocketed one of the guards for the keys." The blond man replies, breaking his silence. He unlocks the cage door with it's key and gives the civilian the gesture to be quiet. "Tell the others to wait for the explosion, then run for the gate." The blond man says as he slips into the shadows before the civilian's eyes.

The civilian didn't know what the blond man meant by explosion but informs the others of what he was told. After several minutes, the civilians begin to see the silhouettes of the guards being taken out one by one until finally it was silent. Then a sudden explosion goes off near where the gate would be causing several other explosions to go off as well. This gave the civilians the signal to break out of the cages and run for the gate.

But as they reach the gate, the coachman stands before them with his whip in one hand and a sword in another. "I don't know how you got out nor do I care! Now get back into your cages before I—" before the coachman could finish his sentence, a chain whips out from the shadows latches onto his ankle and causes him to collapse to the ground. Just as the coachman is about to get up, he sees a silhouette of the blond man in the air come down onto him. The blond man uses the force of from his leap to shatter the coachman's neck on contact. With the coachman no more, the blond man stands up and begins leading the civilians out of the slave outpost as it began to burn to the ground.

Dawn arrives and the civilians manage to salvage a carriage from what was left of the slave outpost. "What if the guards at the border recognizes us?" one of the civilians asks as they begin to get onto the carriage. "Your faces were covered when you came in, they will not be able to recognize you." The blond man replies as he latches the horse onto the carriage. "Yeah but they'll recognize you." One of the civilians points out. But the blond man chuckles at the thought. "Whoever said I was going with you?" he responds. The civilians are shocked to hear that he was not coming with them. "Besides I have personal matters to attend to here." The Blond man says with a smile.

Before the group parted ways with the blond man, a small boy comes out to the side and stands before the blond man. "Can we at least know your name mister?" the boy asks. The blond man smiles as he picks up the boy and places him on the carriage. "I go by the name Trevor." He says as the gives the civilian the signal to go. The civilians leave Trevor behind as he begins to make his way towards a city that is off on the distance.

Synchronization Complete