Hello,
I have been wanting to write another Zelda fanfic for quite a while now, but didn't know how to start. I read one of my absolute favorite stories, It's Yours to Keep, and I have been inspired, yet again, to start fresh.
This story is based on completely my own theme, and things may not be as accurate as they are in the game(s). However, I do not own any characters, unless I choose to add more to fill in the gaps
Link had only been but a small child when is parents had died.
It had been late in the night, the whole of Ordon village at rest. Everything was peaceful, still. The water in the lake was so untouched by anything in the world, that you could look straight into it and see yourself perfectly. The long, wild grass bowed in way's as the breeze blew from all directions, and the stars in the sky were as bright as fire, with a full moon to light up the night.
Yes, everything seemed perfect, until a sudden roar was heard in the distance. Brave men lit their torches and carried their swords, but would not go further then to the start of the bridge, unable to see anything. My father was amongst those brave men.
"Keep the women and children inside," He had instructed to his friends, and as the poor wives held their children close, waiting for something to happen, the men thought it would be safe.
"Nothing but the howl of the wind, I assure you," one of the men yelled, and they all departed back to their homes.
My father stayed back, wanting to be sure that everything was safe.
"Don't waste your time, nothing will harm us, now get back inside!" another villager yelled.
"Yes, I'll be there soon." My father waved him off, standing at the end of the bridge. My mother had been watching from the balcony of our small house, holding her precious baby, me, in her arms. She called out many times, but father would not leave his spot.
Suddenly, the thundering sound of heavy hooves against stone was heard. My father placed down his torch, readying himself for whatever was coming, swinging his heavy blade with skill. My mother began to panic by now, clutching me tightly in her arms.
A terrifying beast began to come forward; It was very large, twice the size of my father. It's skin was leathery and black, with enormous vanes popping out of its skin. It had the body of a bull, but had two, huge, black wings growing from its back. It's blood red eye's stared at my father on the other side of the bridge, glowing in the dark, with two horns protruding from it's head.
Father, in hope to stop the beast from reaching our village, chopped the ropes supporting the bridge and let it fall. The monster flared it's nostrils and let out another piercing roar, before spreading it's black wings and flying high into the air, flying across the valley and landing in front of my father, his back to the cliff.
Father's old friend, Rusl, watched as the battle between the unknown beast and my father take place. He was petrified, unable to move, unable to breath… he could do absolutely nothing for his friend.
Father had wounded the beast enough to make it limp and screech. But, before he knew it, the beast turned around and slashed his entire body with it's massive, clawed paw.
My mother screamed as his dead body fell to the ground, and just when the beast was about to feast on his flesh, she got a rush of adrenaline. Running inside the house, she placed me on the bed, whispering her last words into my ear;
"Greatness will come for you Link, my brave, little boy. Mummy and Daddy love you with all our hearts."
Then she grabbed the sword off the wall, and running back out to the balcony, she leaped over the ledge, landing on the beats horrible back. Then, raising the sword above her head, she pierced it through it's disgusting skin, stabbing it's heart. The beast reared onto it's hind legs in pain, causing my Mum to topple off it's back and onto the ground.
Rusl saw what was going to happen next, and tried running quickly to her aid. Unable to make it in time, the beast fell to the ground, it's massive body landing right on top of my mothers body, crushing her bones and leaving her lifeless.
Rusl had taken me in as his own child since the tragedy, raising me to be an excellent sword fighter. Following my mothers last words to me, he trained me to be a heroic fighter, for the 'greatness' was sure to come.
On my fifteenth birthday, he told me about the murder of my parents for the very first time. Throughout my whole childhood, I had been told that they died of a terrible sickness. Two tomb stones had been placed in memory of them, while their bodies were buried six foot under. The night that I found out of their murder, the night of my birthday, the village planned a ceremony in respect for the two bravest people to ever live.
My mother and father has risked their lives to protect the one's they loved, and now I have to live without a family. I plan on being as heroic as them, and as my main priority in life, I plan on finding out what sort of beast slaughtered them. I plan on killing every single one, in revenge for my parents. They would not be forgotten.
Never.
It's short and could be a lot better then it is, but I guess this will have to do. Please review and leave you're opinions, they encourage me, you know!