Prologue
In a hidden village deep within Hyrule's vast plain, there is a secret guild, a guild of saboteurs and assassins alike. In this guild are the followers of a deity known only as Stalmaas. A deity of death, followers of Stalmaas believe in a balance that can only exist when all people struggle for power. Naturally, these people wish for the likes of rulers and royalty to be abolished from within the realm of Hyrule. As a result, they have made it their goal to systematically destroy Hyrule piece by piece. But all does not go as planned when a young prodigy of the guild begins to question the only existence he has ever known, and begins a painful search for his true purpose in the world…
His eyes burned as he opened them underneathe the thin but bright slivers of light that peered through the cracked ceiling. He lied motionless on his hard bed allowing his vision to adjust to the dim room. Mustering up the will to break himself from his state of weariness, he sat up and took his first steps of the day on a rough wooden floor. The room was empty except for a few beds and a wardrobe. He reached for the cold steel handle of the wardrobe and pulled it open, kicking up dust and cobwebs in the process. Slowly reaching his arm inside, he grabbed a teal robe with a hood from out of the cavernous drawer. He threw the robe on with haste and made for the door. Light struck his face like a comet across the night-sky, his pupils became tiny inside his irises. "Hikio." A voice said. "You're finally awake, go to the longhouse, the headmaster is waiting there for you." He looked up to see one of his brethren, garbed in the same teal hooded-robes as he. Hikio walked behind his fellow guild member, and they began making their way to the longhouse. The organization was plotting something important to their cause, and Hikio was to play a key role.
The two finally made it to the longhouse. They found their places on the floor in front of the headmaster and sat down quietly. The headmaster was a short-statured man with a long grey beard and a single crimson eyeball. Menacing in appearance, he was the most well respected member of the guild, being appointed headmaster unanimously by the original guild founders for his tenacity, and cold-heartedness. The room was silent, as no one dared to even breathe while attention was on the guild master. The guild master removed his hood revealing a head of grey windswept hair. "Children of the Stalmaas regime." He spoke. All eyes were on him, a hundred hooded faces starring and waiting patiently for him to continue. "We have waited patiently, and moved in small steps. It is time for Hyrule to recognize the rule that is Stalmaas, time for the power given to the nobility upon birth to be erased, time for the races of Hyrule to go back to their tribal states, and to live by their instincts. The people of this realm have forgotten the true balance that is Stalmaas, the one true ruler of Hyrule. But soon the kingdom and its provinces will fall, we have sent our brethren to each part of the kingdom's rule in order to slowly usurp the throne. Today, we send our youngest Stalraven on his quest to Castle Town. His mission is to assassinate Hyrule's leader… Princess Zelda. Hikio! Rise to your feet! The moment our family has waited for is finally here!" Hikio stood up and removed his hood. He stepped onto the stage and faced the crowd of teal hoods. Everyone in the crowd began to chant his name. Hikio knew that his mission would possibly have an effect on the future of the guild. He had trained his whole life for this mission, and over the course of the past year, he had assassinated three high-profile business owners living under heavy security. These victims were simply practice dummies for the young prodigy, and as a result, the guild appointed him the youngest Stalraven (Master assassin) in the guild's history. "Tomorrow, we send him on his quest to Castle Town. Hyrule will fall! The Stalmaas regime will prosper!" A loud cheer broke the deafening silence, and Hikio prepared his mind for his upcoming quest. Ten years of training had made a killing machine, and he was finally being put to the ultimate test of his abilities.