From theLegends of Zelda
A collection of legends by Princess Zelda of Hyrule
Re-organized by Gino C. Ortiz
A COMING SOON PRODUCTION
Once upon a time, in the ancient world of Hyrule, the land was bare and devoid.
The world was flat and gray, empty of all things living.
But, upon that time, three golden godesses of creation found this barren land,
And they agreed it needed changing...
Din, with her fiery arms, sculpted the land...
Farore, with her unmatched wisdom, painted the land with it's natural laws...
And Nayru, with her corageous heart, poured the power to govern that land into all its blessed creatures...
The godesses, their labors completed, returned to the heavens.
In the spot they left from, three golden triangles were left.
Foreward by Princess Zelda:
In the vast land of hyrule, there is a legend... a legend of a boy, who became a man. A boy who traveled to the ends of ime, learning, growing, and testing the limits of his world. A boy who would travel far and wide, across time, and space, between dimensions. A boy who would master magic, and bend time. A boy who's very fate was in twine with the very world. \par
His adventures would be countless, and great, and his mighty but gentle essence would bring peace and balance to the land. His wisdom, courage, and above all, his purity, would be the fabric of that wich is the land of Hyrule. He would be a hero not of an age, but a hero of all time. \par
Unblinkingly, this hero of time would strive forward towards his one noble goal, his purpose, his destiny... his destiny which was, above ALL else, to save... me.\par
Prologue:
The Beginning...
Once, in the land of Hyrule, long ago, when the land was young... yes, that's how the tale begins. Once, in this ancient land of Hyrule, where the very godesses of creation once dwelled, there was a great war.
The King, Signor De Hylia, was a beloved and benevolent ruler of his land. He was one of the first of the great kings of Hyrule, and he was still young then. As a matter of fact, king Signor was 27, having just recieved the throne from his father, who had died in battle.
Signor De Hylia III, the current Signor King's father, left him with the nation of Hyrule to rule over as Signor De Hylia IV, and in a poor time for a new king to reign. The nation was swept with chaos, having been layed seige to by hoards of destructive creatures of darkness from some unseen force. Confidence in the new king's capabilities was weak... very weak, until he first proved himself in battle.
Yes, king Signor's first day of combat... his first facing with the aboniable hoards of dark creatures... it would be more a historic day than any in Hyrule's history. For, you see, at 4:30 in the morning on this day in the Hylian realm, a tiny, frail baby was born to the queen Azalia, a baby named Zelda.
On this same day, miles away from the castle, in a small inn in the middle of Kakariko village, another baby was born at the same minute right down to a tick, to Areille Bishop, a local housewife.
Also, at that moment in time, even farther from both places, in the Spirit Temple far out in the Gerudo Desert, a young warrior named Gannondorf fell to his knees in the middle of his rigourous training, with a throbbing pain in his mind that ran all the way down his spine, and up his arm to the back of his left hand.
And, possibly most phenominally, in the deep woods of Kokiri Forest, the legendary forest guardian, the Great Deku Tree, opened it's two eye-like slits of bark surrounded by bushy, brushy eyebrows, and said, "Navi... Navi the fairy? Come hither, Navi, I have found you a child."
And the scene was set... history would be made.
The Mother...
Arielle looked up from her bed at the ceiling of the small inn she rested in. It was painted to look like the sky. The sun shone in, reflecting nicely on her newborn's golden hair. "We still need a name for you."
"Gu... kaha?" The little baby fretted and blinked at her. She smiled.
"I don't quite think it will do, son." She giggled. "But, it's a start."
"Arielle? Arielle?!" A voice called from down the stairs. A man poked his head in through the entryway. "Arielle, I came as fast as I could."
"Oh, Myth, come hither! See your new nephew? " Arielle smiled as her brother entered the room. Myth stepped across the dust wood floor, up to the foot of the large, white bed. He sat down near his sister, and smiled in awe at the little bundle in her arms.
"Oh, wow! Is that him? My little nephew?" Myth held out his arms, taking the young one into his hands. "You're a lucky little one, sharing such a marvelous day with the new princess! Did you hear, Sister? The Queen had a little girl, Zelda."
"Oh, did she? I have been here with my child all day." Arielle smiled at her son, who cooed back, nuzzled warmly in his uncle's arms. "He's a quiet little fellow. He doesn't fuss."
"He's well behaved. It runs in the family to have nice manners in front of ladies, right little guy?" Myth playfully pushed the little babys nose, and he giggled. Arielle smiled. "What's his name?"
"I haven't chanced one yet, actually." Arielle stared up at the cieling again, lost in thought.
"How's about Myth the second?" Myth smiled widly, Arielle rolled her eyes.
"You're just like Myst... where is she, anyhow?" Arielle asked, suddenly remembering her other sibling.
"We're so alike cause we're twins, and she's on her way. She's always late, that's our difference." Myth said, handing the baby back to Arielle. "She should be along."
"Arielle! Myth! Where is he?" Sure enough, a female voice rang up through the portal to the room, just as Myth finished his sentance. Myst soon emerged into the room, and she gasped at what she saw. "Ooooh, Arielle! Is that him?"
"Yes, yes it is." Arielle handed the baby to Myst, who snatched him up, and hugged him to her chest. "Oh, I'm going to spoil you! Hey... he has blond hair." This was odd, actually, as everyone in Arielle's family before this child had brown hair. Brown hair, green eyes, and well defined features. Myth and Myst were both gorgeous... although maybe it was more fair to call Myth handsome. They both bore that slender, muscle toned form.
Arielle was a little more built in than her twin siblings, but she was just as rarely beautiful. Her green eyes sparkled like magic in any setting. "Yes, he takes after his father," said Arielle.
"Where is his father?" Myth asked, standing up and stretching.
"The castle. He had to go... he'll be so dissapointed that he missed this, but it's okay. He'll get to know this baby well in the next few weeks, he hasn't missed the tough parts." Arielle said, having experiance in such fields. Her previous husband was with her whilst she was with child, her first born Sady. That man, however, had not been nearly as good as the father of this newborn.
This young boy's father was a good man indeed, a captain of the Hyrulian royal army. He had been unexpectedly summoned to the castle hours upon hours ago, but had promised to return as soon as he could.
"It's too bad that you're not a girl, or we could call you Myst!" Exclaimed Myst... Arielle stifled a chuckle. Suddenly, a loud ruckuss could be heard from downstairs. A soldier, dressed in heavy armor, burst into the room, panting heavily. He was wounded.
"Message, by order of his grace, King Signor De Hylia IV, in post to the wife of Captain Brand Bishop. I am to inform thee that today on the hour of noon and thirty that the captain and his men will meet in combat with a hoard of Moblins moving in haste towards this village. Lives will be lost. All women and children are to be evacuated by royal order. Men are encouraged to take up arms, and fight alongside the kings forces, but none shall be forced thus. Please, the kings good brother Darunia of the Goron tribe on Death mountain will take thee all into shelter, make haste!" The guard collapsed in a heap. Myth rushed to his side.
"Brother, is he alright?" Myst called. The young boy in her arms began to cry, and she quickly and soothingly began to hush him.
"He will live... he is exhausted, he must have ran here from the castle." Myth glanced out the window. "Noon and thirty... by the sun! It's only and hour and a quarter till the time he speaks! We must make haste, women, can you travel my sister?" Mythy stood, moving to Arielle's side. She ooked grim.
"I will not move from here without my husband! Oh, godesses! Where is my Brand?" A panic took over Arielle. She sat up in bed, ignoring the pain it coused her in her weakened state, to move so fast and so strenuously. "Quick, bring me my son! And wake that good soldier, get him food! I must find my love, I must see him and he must see his son, if we are destined never to meet eyes again."
"Arielle, sister dear, time is short! We must flee to death mountain, or risk never leaving this place." Myst reasoned, handing the young child to it's mother. Arielle wore a fierce look.
"Do as I say, dear sister! If life were governed not but by time and logic, then life would not be lived, but siply turn like the gears of the windmill, or the crank of the well. If you would take up time as a sword to part me and my husband for my safety, then know that I will die inside if I never see him again. For my safety, the sooner I do see him, the sooner we are to retreat." Arielle pushed herself up from bed, baby in her arms. Her stomach was bloated still, and her body weak from birth. In worn clothes, she stood, and trembled, but did not let herself fall. Myst could not but nod, and Myth hefted the soldier to his feet. "Sister, fetch my doughter, and some aid from down stairs to help this soldier... he may show us to my husband."
Myst was quick to respond, nodding once and rushing down the stairs that led out of the second floor. Arielle rocked her little baby slowly in her arms.
Meanwhile...
"Your highness, sir, we will be departing shortly for the Kakariko mountain pass. We have the shiekah already there and in position for defense." The kings royal advisor, called Roderich by name, was a tall, bald man with a long, thin nose. He spoke limely.
"Shiekah? Yes..." The king stood from his throne, clad in battlearmor, and ready to join a fight. He knew he would, befor the day was through. He placed a hand on his chin, beardless. It was customery for a king of Hyrule to be bearded and long-haired, but Signor was never a man of custom. He rather liked to do things his own way. "I want the Shiekah to be ready for a mid-way offensive. Have them move into the surrounding hills, they're good acrobats, so they can use the trees for cover, I'm sure. When the moblins near the pass, the Shiekah will attack from the hills, understood? Then, upon that attack, we will have mounted soldiers, (I want our best mounted artillerists, carrying our best crossbows or theirs) they will support the Shiekah. We should be able to substantially weaken the incoming Moblins with this counter-strike."
"Sire, many lives will be lost if we take this initiative." Roderich protested. The king sighed.
"Dear Roderich, I have known you for years. You served my father, and not once was his judgement questioned. I realize that I am no my father, nor am I an orthodox kind in your eyes, but I am still king. Lives will be lost either way, whether we bring it to the front of our civillians doorsteps or leave it out in the fields."
"Sire." Roderich stuttered, eyeing his king. There was little he could do, law governed him to do as the new king said, but that did not keep his mind from thinking thoughts of betrayel. The new king was definitely not his father, that was for sure. Young, and restless... surely this youth could not run a nation? Roderich only prayed that few would die before the 'good' king would decide to listen well to him.
"Tell me, who is captain of the guard in the area?" The king asked, turning away from his advisor, and looking out the window at his kingdom far below... and the menacing cloud of evil pouring forth from near the open desert.
"The Kakariko captain of the guards is Sir Bran Bishop, he is a Hylian living there in the Shiekah village." Roderich explained, plainly.
"I see... a good man, I trust? I will have to meet him... we will ride out shortly. Where is Impa with my daughter? And how is my lovely wife?" The king turned once more, facing his advisor this time. Roderich snapped to attention, standing straight up in his spot.
"Huh? Oh... yes, sir, I will check right away on the condition of your wife and your child." Roderich responded. He had been dreaming of what it would have been like to be king. So much better than that brat taking the job. If only the little prince hadn't have been born, Roderich would have succeeded to the throne when Signor III died. With that, Roderich stamped off to locate Impa, the shiekah woman assigned to take care of the young princess, should her mother's increasingly worsecondition become mortal.
In other parts of the castle...
"Little princess, I have felt great light in you. You will be something very special one day... a princess of destiny." Impa said to the sleeping bundle in her arms. Impa was a young shiekah women, one of the shadow people's master thiefs... she was beautiful in her youth, as were all of the best shiekah. Her pale skin and lavender hair only added to the effect of beauty. In her arms, the young princess Zelda slept soundly.
"Impa?" A voice echoed through the large chambers that were to one day be Zelda's and Impa's too until the young princess was old enough to be on her own at night. Boots clacked against the hardwood floor of th chambers, making little 'clickety' noises, as the wearer increased his pace. "Impa? Impa!"
"Yes?" Impa turned calmly, the little baby still asleep in her arms. "What is it, Roderich?"
"The King wishes to see his daughter. Bring her to the King's royal chambers, as the Queen also requests her daughters presence." Roderich's face was bland, his temperament still poor after the kings silencing of his 'good' advice.
"And how is our queen?" Impa looked worriedly from the baby to Roderich.\par
"I'm sorry, she is fading quickly, Impa." Roderich's words brought silence, and the two walked off to the royal chambers, the child resting in Impa's arms.
"Little one, let's make sure your mommy knows that you will be so great, yes?" Impa whispered to the little bundle. A tear rolled down her pale cheek.
Back in the town of Kakariko...
"Wake up, man!" Arielle yelled to the face of the guard, who still slumped in slumber on the floor of the bedroom. She struck her hand across his face, despite the gasps and protest of the people around her. He litte baby was the only one who found it funny, it seemed, which she couldn't help but think cute. Finally, the guard stirred. "Yes, awake? Speak!"
"What?" The guard scanned the room around him, startled. "What? Where? OOOH! I bear a message from the king!"
"Yes, yes, we know! You've delivered it. I'm looking for captain Bishop." Arielle spoke as slow as she could, which was about as fast asshe could too, whilst still being coherant.
"Captain Bishop? Then you are his wife? He's in the field, about 20 minutes out from here in Kakariko by horse, forty or more on foot." The guard said.
"Then, you shall take us to him." Arielle helped the man to his feet, but the guard shook his head.
"Good lady, I cannot! It would be wrong of me to do so."
"I will not leave this city in any direction unless it is that which leads to my husband." Arielle shouted, taking her baby in her arms from her sisters hands. "Take me to Brand Bishop."
"Please, do as she asks." Myth said. "We must, the sooner we can, the sooner we can get her from danger."
"...." The soldier was silent for moments, standing and regarsding Myth, Myst, Ariell, and her child. The guard grimaced, and said, "Fine, yes, I will take you. Just hope you that I do not lose my job for this!"
"It's alright." Myst said, "you can just tell them I would have beat ya."\par
"Guh?" The soldier raised an eyebrow at Myst, just before Arielle grabbed him and pulled him towards the staircase.
"Come, all who shall. My child and I ride now to see his father." Arielle said,pulling the guard along. Myst and Myth followed.
At the bedside of the queen Azalia...
"Dear, I love you by my life." King Signor was on one knee, resting by the side of his loved wife. Her condition was beyond any magic or medicine... she would die, and the young princess Zelda would have no mother. "Our daughter is beautiful. She would love you too, and I will make sure that she will love you."
"My king..." the queen's red lips curled into a smile. "Zelda is beautiful because you love me, and she is a product of that love. Our beautiful little girl. We will never be parted when such a beautious bond as this child does exist between us. Even in death."
"Say not that word." King Signor burried his head by his lady's side, hiding his tears.
"Rise, king." The queen said. "The people need you. I am past help, but will join you shortly for all time. I will be with you my king, make sure that this place stays safe for our daughter."
"Azalia..." The king rose, and fell silent. He stared longingly into his wife's eyes. "Azalia, hang onto life. i iwll return to you, my love."
"King, go now!" Azalia pleaded, "Run from here, and to your peoples aid. They need you."
"Azalia, I shall not think upon any more than you." With that, the king turned, and strode from the room. "Azalia, I love thee..." he said one final time.
"And I thee, king Signor. Fare well." She said, the door closing behind her husband. Impa rushed forward. The baby Zelda was in Roderich's arms. He looked down upon the little girl in his hands, and scowled. How he wished this family were not so... as much as he did love the queen, he cared not for king Signor, or for that wretched little child Zelda who'm he did hold. Only Azalia did Roderich much care for... her beauty was devine. Soon, however, she would die... becuase she was weak, from birthing that wretched beast of Signor's offspring.
"Oh, Lady Azalia!" Impa threw her arms around the queen, who shushed her as best she could.
"It will be alright, Impa." Azalia patted the young Shiekah's back. "Take care of Zelda, will you?"
"Yes, my Queen." Impa bowed low before the queen, tears still streaking down her cheeks.
"Impa... bring my daughter to me... and why don't you and Roderich come sit here?" Azalia gestured to the chairs around the bed. "Come, let me tell you all a story. I would love to do that... and to spend my last few hours among friends."
"My queen..." Roderich stared in awe at the dying Azalia. She smiled at him. He rushed forward with Baby Zelda, placing her in the queens lap. "Here is Zelda." Roderich and Impa pulled their chairs close to the Queen's bedside.
"Now... what story to tell?" The queen smiled at those around her. She could feel her strength fading. It wouldn't be long. "Ah, but of course... there is only one to tell in such troubled times... there is a place in this land, a place known as the sacred realm."
Miles away, in the vast fields of Hyrule, King Signor approached his troops, swiftly on horseback.
Meanwhile, in the nearby meadows, on a high hill, three Shiekah scouts watched as the hoard of moblins drew closer to the city of Kakariko.
And nearer still to the city, a mile from Kakariko's wall, Arielle Bishop was riding swiftly for her husband on a white horse.
"Hark, guard? What approaches there from our rear?" Brand Bishop looked up from the map layed out on the table before him. Sever of the armored Hylia wagons the troops had arived there in were all lined up like a barricade, and a make-shift HQ was being formed, a place where the injured could take refuge, if refuge was possible.
"Three women, a man, and one of our own scouts. They all ride on horseback, and draw near here." The guard said, pointing his spyglass toward the riders.
"A woman?" Brand reached up to take the spyglass, and placed it to his own eye. He peered through it. "Arielle!" Dropping the spyglass, Brand charged forward across the plain toward the horses. Arielle stalled her steed when she saw Brand running towrds them. She leapt down, landing gracefully, her little boy in one arm, and dashe to her husband.
"Brand! Oh, Brand!" She put her free arm around the man, as Myst, Myth, the soldier, and Arielle's daughter, Sady, all gathered around on their horses. "Brand... sweet... this is your son."
"My..." Brand was overcome. This had not been his expectation. He gazed, starry eyed, upon the bundle in his wifes hands. "...Arielle? Did you venture this far to show him to me? My love... he's beautiful!"
"You had to see him, before... before..."
"My dear, I must protect this nation, and our new son." Brand turned to the field where his men awaited the coming storm with anxiety and worry. "And Kakariko."
"Brand, I would never ask you to leave those soldiers. You understand, I would die inside if you never met our son." Arielle stammered.
"Well, I do understand. He is wonderful. Does he have a name?"
"Not yet." Arielle said, looking to her son. "Will you hold him?"
"Yes." The air was silent, save for tiny coos and fusses from the infant child, as Brand took the little one in his arms. "Arielle... he's wonderous."
"Yes, I know." More silence, as the two lovers stood, admiring their own flesh and bloods sweet, innocent product. Timidly, a soldier stepped forth, breaking the moment of peace.
"I'm sorry, sir... we need to hurry. The enemy is nearing the ridge." The soldier said, moving up to his superior. Brand grimaced, and kissed the child on the head before passing it back to the mother.
"You must get out of here, quickly!" said Brand, gazing sorrowfully at his wife and child. "You need to find safety, head for Death Mountain!"
"I..." Arielle glanced from Brand to the soldier. She grimaced, and looked to her horse. "Don'tyou go dyin on me!" With that, Arielle kissed her husband fiercely, and then turned to her horse, tears in her eyes, and her infant in her arms. Myth and Myst brought their own horses aroun to Brand.
"Good luck, my brother-in-law." Myth said, nodding to Brand.
"Yes, may the godesses be in your heart, and may the sacred triforce give you strength." Myst nodded, turning and following her brother and sister. They began their rie back to Kakariko.
Yong Sady, Arielle's first born, pulled up alongside her mother, and rode silently, observing her younger brother in her mother's arms. "Mother, my young brother... I had a dream about him last night. Before he was even born."
"Did you, child?" Arielle asked. She was beginning to feel weak, her body sore and tired from her burden of childbirth, coupled with the strenous ride to the field from Kakariko.
"Yes... in my dream, there was a shimmering light in the middle of Hyrule field, up on the crest of the highest hill. I ran towards it... I'm not sure why, but when I got there, there was the triforce. I looked at it, taking in its beauty... it was marvelous, like nothing I'd ever seen!" Saidy said, making gestures with her hands as she spoke. Her horse trodded along peacefully next to her mother's. "Then... the three godesses appeared. They were beautiful too... and they shone a bright golden color, making it hard to make out their shapes. One of them steppedforward and said, 'My sisters and I have forseen it that your brother is one of the three children of Destiny. His fate is intertwined with the very fateof Hyrule itself and possibly that of the entire universe. Although he is born of our realm, and to a child of us, the three golden godesses, this young boy is more than even we can forsee.' then another of the three godesses steppedforth, and she said, 'There is great plight ahead of you child. The world of Hyrule is going to be raveged with the powers of a cleansing war. At the peak of this war, a great battle will be fought between good, and evil. Those forces of good and evil are only just now beginning to brood. They will not culminate for several more years... more than a decade. Many lives will be lost, but the child born to your mother this night will be spared. He will live in sanctuary, and you will not see him for many years.' then, the last of the three godesses stepped forth, and she said, "He is one of the children of destiny... the immortal link between realms... the noble pilgrim... the chosen wanderer... the Hero of Time. You must understand, that all things will happen for a reason. Because of this, your fate to this realm is as important as your brother's. We will be with you child.' and then... then one of them raised their arms, and I was surrounded in a green light... when I woke, I was in bed."
"A prophecy..." Arielle sighed. "Yes, the old woman from the potion shop told me this would happen. She knows thigns like that."
"What, mother?" Sady cocked her head, not sure what her mother had meant.
"The old potion mistress from Kakariko told me when you were born that you were a child of the eye of truth, one of those gifted in seeing the future. She knew this, cause she was one as well. She said that one day, you would start to see things before they happened, brought to you by the godesses in visions. You see child... your father was a shiekah mage. That's why your thus gifted I think."
"You never told me this?"
"The potion mistress said that telling you too soon could throw off the gift." Arielled explained. "I knew that I would tell you, as soon as you began to see things."
"Mother..." before another word could escape Sady's lips, the ground began to shake. The horses stopped in their tracks, shifting nervously from side to side, their large eyes open widely. The ground before the travelers began to loosen, and a wave of bony hands began to emerge.
"Stalfos!" Myth yelled. Just as he said this, the grim creatures began to emerge full from the dirt, more than ten of them already. Myth drew his sword, wich was cheathed at his horses side, and turned to Arielle. "Run, take the child!"
"The path to Kakariko is blocked now, look!" Arielle pointed to the bridge over the Zora river. On it, Stalfos archers stood, theirbows ready, and their blank, soulless skulls gazing into nothingness.
"Flee to the forest then! Head due East, and along the trees until you reach a grove and a hollowed log." Myth commanded, "Be swift, sister!"
Arielle, without options, turned her horse, and fled fast. The large animal beneath her galloped hard, and her child began to cry in her arm. "I'm sorry little one... there is no other way." Arielle began to cough, hard. She put her mouth to the side of her arm, coughing into her shoulder. When she brought her head away, she saw bloos where her mouth had been... without so much as a second thought, she galloped her horse faster towards the forest.
By Azalia's bedside...
"Who so ever finds the triforce has to have much courage, much strength, and much wisdom indeed... but only one truly pure of heart can behold it. The one who is able to hold that sacred triforce in his hands will be granted a single, undying wish." Queen Azalia said. "You know... our world is filled with Magic, little princess Zelda. Magic like you. I, like my mother before me, am gifted with the power of truth's eye... I can see things before they happen. The godesses show them to me. You too, young zelda, will forever have this gift." The room was silent, as the queen gazed at her little daugter.
Miles away, another mother was riding through the deep woods of Hyrule. Her horse galloped quickly through a large tree trunk, and across a foot bridge, into a small thicket. Past large treehouses now, and a glimmering pond, and through a little passage, to a great open field. Before Arielle was the largest tree she had ever seen. She dismounted her horse, and hobbled up to it, collapsing to her knees with her young child in her arms.
"What dost thou bring here?" A benevolent, and calm voice was barely audible in Arielles fading light. THe mother felt warm with the voices touch.
"My... son... take him..." She gasped. Her strength was going. It wouldn't be long now... "Please, take him."
"Put him in the basket..." A blue light appeard in front of Arielle, and a small basket formed of it. The mother set her child down in it, slowly. "My son... please, be safe." Arielle smiled at her child. "Thank you, thank you for taking my child. Keep him safe." Arielle told the voice.
"Hush now, and listen befoe thou fade." The voice said... Arielle began to hear the faintest little hum, wich grew louder. A soft, singin voice...
And in the castle of Hyrule, there was the dying queen Azalia, holding her child, Zelda in her arms. Softly, the mother sang a little song, it's slow, rolling notes making the room feel brighter. The little golden triangles on the head of the young Zelda's bonnet began to glow bright. And the queens lollaby floated through the air like magic. After a few moments, the sweet song ended. "Remember that tune, Impa. Play it for Zelda, when she's lonely..."
"Yes, my queen." Impa said, but it was too late. Azalia's eyes had already closed.
And miles away, in the deep, forest of Hyrule, just as Arielle's body was taken down deep into the rich life-soil of the Kokiri forest, and her soul was sent to join the Godesses paradise... a young girl with green hair, and a fairy by her side, poked her head out curiously from behind a large old tree...
It was the oddest thing Saria had EVER seen... who would put a baby in a basket?
-End Prologue-
A collection of legends by Princess Zelda of Hyrule
Re-organized by Gino C. Ortiz
A COMING SOON PRODUCTION
Once upon a time, in the ancient world of Hyrule, the land was bare and devoid.
The world was flat and gray, empty of all things living.
But, upon that time, three golden godesses of creation found this barren land,
And they agreed it needed changing...
Din, with her fiery arms, sculpted the land...
Farore, with her unmatched wisdom, painted the land with it's natural laws...
And Nayru, with her corageous heart, poured the power to govern that land into all its blessed creatures...
The godesses, their labors completed, returned to the heavens.
In the spot they left from, three golden triangles were left.
Foreward by Princess Zelda:
In the vast land of hyrule, there is a legend... a legend of a boy, who became a man. A boy who traveled to the ends of ime, learning, growing, and testing the limits of his world. A boy who would travel far and wide, across time, and space, between dimensions. A boy who would master magic, and bend time. A boy who's very fate was in twine with the very world. \par
His adventures would be countless, and great, and his mighty but gentle essence would bring peace and balance to the land. His wisdom, courage, and above all, his purity, would be the fabric of that wich is the land of Hyrule. He would be a hero not of an age, but a hero of all time. \par
Unblinkingly, this hero of time would strive forward towards his one noble goal, his purpose, his destiny... his destiny which was, above ALL else, to save... me.\par
Prologue:
The Beginning...
Once, in the land of Hyrule, long ago, when the land was young... yes, that's how the tale begins. Once, in this ancient land of Hyrule, where the very godesses of creation once dwelled, there was a great war.
The King, Signor De Hylia, was a beloved and benevolent ruler of his land. He was one of the first of the great kings of Hyrule, and he was still young then. As a matter of fact, king Signor was 27, having just recieved the throne from his father, who had died in battle.
Signor De Hylia III, the current Signor King's father, left him with the nation of Hyrule to rule over as Signor De Hylia IV, and in a poor time for a new king to reign. The nation was swept with chaos, having been layed seige to by hoards of destructive creatures of darkness from some unseen force. Confidence in the new king's capabilities was weak... very weak, until he first proved himself in battle.
Yes, king Signor's first day of combat... his first facing with the aboniable hoards of dark creatures... it would be more a historic day than any in Hyrule's history. For, you see, at 4:30 in the morning on this day in the Hylian realm, a tiny, frail baby was born to the queen Azalia, a baby named Zelda.
On this same day, miles away from the castle, in a small inn in the middle of Kakariko village, another baby was born at the same minute right down to a tick, to Areille Bishop, a local housewife.
Also, at that moment in time, even farther from both places, in the Spirit Temple far out in the Gerudo Desert, a young warrior named Gannondorf fell to his knees in the middle of his rigourous training, with a throbbing pain in his mind that ran all the way down his spine, and up his arm to the back of his left hand.
And, possibly most phenominally, in the deep woods of Kokiri Forest, the legendary forest guardian, the Great Deku Tree, opened it's two eye-like slits of bark surrounded by bushy, brushy eyebrows, and said, "Navi... Navi the fairy? Come hither, Navi, I have found you a child."
And the scene was set... history would be made.
The Mother...
Arielle looked up from her bed at the ceiling of the small inn she rested in. It was painted to look like the sky. The sun shone in, reflecting nicely on her newborn's golden hair. "We still need a name for you."
"Gu... kaha?" The little baby fretted and blinked at her. She smiled.
"I don't quite think it will do, son." She giggled. "But, it's a start."
"Arielle? Arielle?!" A voice called from down the stairs. A man poked his head in through the entryway. "Arielle, I came as fast as I could."
"Oh, Myth, come hither! See your new nephew? " Arielle smiled as her brother entered the room. Myth stepped across the dust wood floor, up to the foot of the large, white bed. He sat down near his sister, and smiled in awe at the little bundle in her arms.
"Oh, wow! Is that him? My little nephew?" Myth held out his arms, taking the young one into his hands. "You're a lucky little one, sharing such a marvelous day with the new princess! Did you hear, Sister? The Queen had a little girl, Zelda."
"Oh, did she? I have been here with my child all day." Arielle smiled at her son, who cooed back, nuzzled warmly in his uncle's arms. "He's a quiet little fellow. He doesn't fuss."
"He's well behaved. It runs in the family to have nice manners in front of ladies, right little guy?" Myth playfully pushed the little babys nose, and he giggled. Arielle smiled. "What's his name?"
"I haven't chanced one yet, actually." Arielle stared up at the cieling again, lost in thought.
"How's about Myth the second?" Myth smiled widly, Arielle rolled her eyes.
"You're just like Myst... where is she, anyhow?" Arielle asked, suddenly remembering her other sibling.
"We're so alike cause we're twins, and she's on her way. She's always late, that's our difference." Myth said, handing the baby back to Arielle. "She should be along."
"Arielle! Myth! Where is he?" Sure enough, a female voice rang up through the portal to the room, just as Myth finished his sentance. Myst soon emerged into the room, and she gasped at what she saw. "Ooooh, Arielle! Is that him?"
"Yes, yes it is." Arielle handed the baby to Myst, who snatched him up, and hugged him to her chest. "Oh, I'm going to spoil you! Hey... he has blond hair." This was odd, actually, as everyone in Arielle's family before this child had brown hair. Brown hair, green eyes, and well defined features. Myth and Myst were both gorgeous... although maybe it was more fair to call Myth handsome. They both bore that slender, muscle toned form.
Arielle was a little more built in than her twin siblings, but she was just as rarely beautiful. Her green eyes sparkled like magic in any setting. "Yes, he takes after his father," said Arielle.
"Where is his father?" Myth asked, standing up and stretching.
"The castle. He had to go... he'll be so dissapointed that he missed this, but it's okay. He'll get to know this baby well in the next few weeks, he hasn't missed the tough parts." Arielle said, having experiance in such fields. Her previous husband was with her whilst she was with child, her first born Sady. That man, however, had not been nearly as good as the father of this newborn.
This young boy's father was a good man indeed, a captain of the Hyrulian royal army. He had been unexpectedly summoned to the castle hours upon hours ago, but had promised to return as soon as he could.
"It's too bad that you're not a girl, or we could call you Myst!" Exclaimed Myst... Arielle stifled a chuckle. Suddenly, a loud ruckuss could be heard from downstairs. A soldier, dressed in heavy armor, burst into the room, panting heavily. He was wounded.
"Message, by order of his grace, King Signor De Hylia IV, in post to the wife of Captain Brand Bishop. I am to inform thee that today on the hour of noon and thirty that the captain and his men will meet in combat with a hoard of Moblins moving in haste towards this village. Lives will be lost. All women and children are to be evacuated by royal order. Men are encouraged to take up arms, and fight alongside the kings forces, but none shall be forced thus. Please, the kings good brother Darunia of the Goron tribe on Death mountain will take thee all into shelter, make haste!" The guard collapsed in a heap. Myth rushed to his side.
"Brother, is he alright?" Myst called. The young boy in her arms began to cry, and she quickly and soothingly began to hush him.
"He will live... he is exhausted, he must have ran here from the castle." Myth glanced out the window. "Noon and thirty... by the sun! It's only and hour and a quarter till the time he speaks! We must make haste, women, can you travel my sister?" Mythy stood, moving to Arielle's side. She ooked grim.
"I will not move from here without my husband! Oh, godesses! Where is my Brand?" A panic took over Arielle. She sat up in bed, ignoring the pain it coused her in her weakened state, to move so fast and so strenuously. "Quick, bring me my son! And wake that good soldier, get him food! I must find my love, I must see him and he must see his son, if we are destined never to meet eyes again."
"Arielle, sister dear, time is short! We must flee to death mountain, or risk never leaving this place." Myst reasoned, handing the young child to it's mother. Arielle wore a fierce look.
"Do as I say, dear sister! If life were governed not but by time and logic, then life would not be lived, but siply turn like the gears of the windmill, or the crank of the well. If you would take up time as a sword to part me and my husband for my safety, then know that I will die inside if I never see him again. For my safety, the sooner I do see him, the sooner we are to retreat." Arielle pushed herself up from bed, baby in her arms. Her stomach was bloated still, and her body weak from birth. In worn clothes, she stood, and trembled, but did not let herself fall. Myst could not but nod, and Myth hefted the soldier to his feet. "Sister, fetch my doughter, and some aid from down stairs to help this soldier... he may show us to my husband."
Myst was quick to respond, nodding once and rushing down the stairs that led out of the second floor. Arielle rocked her little baby slowly in her arms.
Meanwhile...
"Your highness, sir, we will be departing shortly for the Kakariko mountain pass. We have the shiekah already there and in position for defense." The kings royal advisor, called Roderich by name, was a tall, bald man with a long, thin nose. He spoke limely.
"Shiekah? Yes..." The king stood from his throne, clad in battlearmor, and ready to join a fight. He knew he would, befor the day was through. He placed a hand on his chin, beardless. It was customery for a king of Hyrule to be bearded and long-haired, but Signor was never a man of custom. He rather liked to do things his own way. "I want the Shiekah to be ready for a mid-way offensive. Have them move into the surrounding hills, they're good acrobats, so they can use the trees for cover, I'm sure. When the moblins near the pass, the Shiekah will attack from the hills, understood? Then, upon that attack, we will have mounted soldiers, (I want our best mounted artillerists, carrying our best crossbows or theirs) they will support the Shiekah. We should be able to substantially weaken the incoming Moblins with this counter-strike."
"Sire, many lives will be lost if we take this initiative." Roderich protested. The king sighed.
"Dear Roderich, I have known you for years. You served my father, and not once was his judgement questioned. I realize that I am no my father, nor am I an orthodox kind in your eyes, but I am still king. Lives will be lost either way, whether we bring it to the front of our civillians doorsteps or leave it out in the fields."
"Sire." Roderich stuttered, eyeing his king. There was little he could do, law governed him to do as the new king said, but that did not keep his mind from thinking thoughts of betrayel. The new king was definitely not his father, that was for sure. Young, and restless... surely this youth could not run a nation? Roderich only prayed that few would die before the 'good' king would decide to listen well to him.
"Tell me, who is captain of the guard in the area?" The king asked, turning away from his advisor, and looking out the window at his kingdom far below... and the menacing cloud of evil pouring forth from near the open desert.
"The Kakariko captain of the guards is Sir Bran Bishop, he is a Hylian living there in the Shiekah village." Roderich explained, plainly.
"I see... a good man, I trust? I will have to meet him... we will ride out shortly. Where is Impa with my daughter? And how is my lovely wife?" The king turned once more, facing his advisor this time. Roderich snapped to attention, standing straight up in his spot.
"Huh? Oh... yes, sir, I will check right away on the condition of your wife and your child." Roderich responded. He had been dreaming of what it would have been like to be king. So much better than that brat taking the job. If only the little prince hadn't have been born, Roderich would have succeeded to the throne when Signor III died. With that, Roderich stamped off to locate Impa, the shiekah woman assigned to take care of the young princess, should her mother's increasingly worsecondition become mortal.
In other parts of the castle...
"Little princess, I have felt great light in you. You will be something very special one day... a princess of destiny." Impa said to the sleeping bundle in her arms. Impa was a young shiekah women, one of the shadow people's master thiefs... she was beautiful in her youth, as were all of the best shiekah. Her pale skin and lavender hair only added to the effect of beauty. In her arms, the young princess Zelda slept soundly.
"Impa?" A voice echoed through the large chambers that were to one day be Zelda's and Impa's too until the young princess was old enough to be on her own at night. Boots clacked against the hardwood floor of th chambers, making little 'clickety' noises, as the wearer increased his pace. "Impa? Impa!"
"Yes?" Impa turned calmly, the little baby still asleep in her arms. "What is it, Roderich?"
"The King wishes to see his daughter. Bring her to the King's royal chambers, as the Queen also requests her daughters presence." Roderich's face was bland, his temperament still poor after the kings silencing of his 'good' advice.
"And how is our queen?" Impa looked worriedly from the baby to Roderich.\par
"I'm sorry, she is fading quickly, Impa." Roderich's words brought silence, and the two walked off to the royal chambers, the child resting in Impa's arms.
"Little one, let's make sure your mommy knows that you will be so great, yes?" Impa whispered to the little bundle. A tear rolled down her pale cheek.
Back in the town of Kakariko...
"Wake up, man!" Arielle yelled to the face of the guard, who still slumped in slumber on the floor of the bedroom. She struck her hand across his face, despite the gasps and protest of the people around her. He litte baby was the only one who found it funny, it seemed, which she couldn't help but think cute. Finally, the guard stirred. "Yes, awake? Speak!"
"What?" The guard scanned the room around him, startled. "What? Where? OOOH! I bear a message from the king!"
"Yes, yes, we know! You've delivered it. I'm looking for captain Bishop." Arielle spoke as slow as she could, which was about as fast asshe could too, whilst still being coherant.
"Captain Bishop? Then you are his wife? He's in the field, about 20 minutes out from here in Kakariko by horse, forty or more on foot." The guard said.
"Then, you shall take us to him." Arielle helped the man to his feet, but the guard shook his head.
"Good lady, I cannot! It would be wrong of me to do so."
"I will not leave this city in any direction unless it is that which leads to my husband." Arielle shouted, taking her baby in her arms from her sisters hands. "Take me to Brand Bishop."
"Please, do as she asks." Myth said. "We must, the sooner we can, the sooner we can get her from danger."
"...." The soldier was silent for moments, standing and regarsding Myth, Myst, Ariell, and her child. The guard grimaced, and said, "Fine, yes, I will take you. Just hope you that I do not lose my job for this!"
"It's alright." Myst said, "you can just tell them I would have beat ya."\par
"Guh?" The soldier raised an eyebrow at Myst, just before Arielle grabbed him and pulled him towards the staircase.
"Come, all who shall. My child and I ride now to see his father." Arielle said,pulling the guard along. Myst and Myth followed.
At the bedside of the queen Azalia...
"Dear, I love you by my life." King Signor was on one knee, resting by the side of his loved wife. Her condition was beyond any magic or medicine... she would die, and the young princess Zelda would have no mother. "Our daughter is beautiful. She would love you too, and I will make sure that she will love you."
"My king..." the queen's red lips curled into a smile. "Zelda is beautiful because you love me, and she is a product of that love. Our beautiful little girl. We will never be parted when such a beautious bond as this child does exist between us. Even in death."
"Say not that word." King Signor burried his head by his lady's side, hiding his tears.
"Rise, king." The queen said. "The people need you. I am past help, but will join you shortly for all time. I will be with you my king, make sure that this place stays safe for our daughter."
"Azalia..." The king rose, and fell silent. He stared longingly into his wife's eyes. "Azalia, hang onto life. i iwll return to you, my love."
"King, go now!" Azalia pleaded, "Run from here, and to your peoples aid. They need you."
"Azalia, I shall not think upon any more than you." With that, the king turned, and strode from the room. "Azalia, I love thee..." he said one final time.
"And I thee, king Signor. Fare well." She said, the door closing behind her husband. Impa rushed forward. The baby Zelda was in Roderich's arms. He looked down upon the little girl in his hands, and scowled. How he wished this family were not so... as much as he did love the queen, he cared not for king Signor, or for that wretched little child Zelda who'm he did hold. Only Azalia did Roderich much care for... her beauty was devine. Soon, however, she would die... becuase she was weak, from birthing that wretched beast of Signor's offspring.
"Oh, Lady Azalia!" Impa threw her arms around the queen, who shushed her as best she could.
"It will be alright, Impa." Azalia patted the young Shiekah's back. "Take care of Zelda, will you?"
"Yes, my Queen." Impa bowed low before the queen, tears still streaking down her cheeks.
"Impa... bring my daughter to me... and why don't you and Roderich come sit here?" Azalia gestured to the chairs around the bed. "Come, let me tell you all a story. I would love to do that... and to spend my last few hours among friends."
"My queen..." Roderich stared in awe at the dying Azalia. She smiled at him. He rushed forward with Baby Zelda, placing her in the queens lap. "Here is Zelda." Roderich and Impa pulled their chairs close to the Queen's bedside.
"Now... what story to tell?" The queen smiled at those around her. She could feel her strength fading. It wouldn't be long. "Ah, but of course... there is only one to tell in such troubled times... there is a place in this land, a place known as the sacred realm."
Miles away, in the vast fields of Hyrule, King Signor approached his troops, swiftly on horseback.
Meanwhile, in the nearby meadows, on a high hill, three Shiekah scouts watched as the hoard of moblins drew closer to the city of Kakariko.
And nearer still to the city, a mile from Kakariko's wall, Arielle Bishop was riding swiftly for her husband on a white horse.
"Hark, guard? What approaches there from our rear?" Brand Bishop looked up from the map layed out on the table before him. Sever of the armored Hylia wagons the troops had arived there in were all lined up like a barricade, and a make-shift HQ was being formed, a place where the injured could take refuge, if refuge was possible.
"Three women, a man, and one of our own scouts. They all ride on horseback, and draw near here." The guard said, pointing his spyglass toward the riders.
"A woman?" Brand reached up to take the spyglass, and placed it to his own eye. He peered through it. "Arielle!" Dropping the spyglass, Brand charged forward across the plain toward the horses. Arielle stalled her steed when she saw Brand running towrds them. She leapt down, landing gracefully, her little boy in one arm, and dashe to her husband.
"Brand! Oh, Brand!" She put her free arm around the man, as Myst, Myth, the soldier, and Arielle's daughter, Sady, all gathered around on their horses. "Brand... sweet... this is your son."
"My..." Brand was overcome. This had not been his expectation. He gazed, starry eyed, upon the bundle in his wifes hands. "...Arielle? Did you venture this far to show him to me? My love... he's beautiful!"
"You had to see him, before... before..."
"My dear, I must protect this nation, and our new son." Brand turned to the field where his men awaited the coming storm with anxiety and worry. "And Kakariko."
"Brand, I would never ask you to leave those soldiers. You understand, I would die inside if you never met our son." Arielle stammered.
"Well, I do understand. He is wonderful. Does he have a name?"
"Not yet." Arielle said, looking to her son. "Will you hold him?"
"Yes." The air was silent, save for tiny coos and fusses from the infant child, as Brand took the little one in his arms. "Arielle... he's wonderous."
"Yes, I know." More silence, as the two lovers stood, admiring their own flesh and bloods sweet, innocent product. Timidly, a soldier stepped forth, breaking the moment of peace.
"I'm sorry, sir... we need to hurry. The enemy is nearing the ridge." The soldier said, moving up to his superior. Brand grimaced, and kissed the child on the head before passing it back to the mother.
"You must get out of here, quickly!" said Brand, gazing sorrowfully at his wife and child. "You need to find safety, head for Death Mountain!"
"I..." Arielle glanced from Brand to the soldier. She grimaced, and looked to her horse. "Don'tyou go dyin on me!" With that, Arielle kissed her husband fiercely, and then turned to her horse, tears in her eyes, and her infant in her arms. Myth and Myst brought their own horses aroun to Brand.
"Good luck, my brother-in-law." Myth said, nodding to Brand.
"Yes, may the godesses be in your heart, and may the sacred triforce give you strength." Myst nodded, turning and following her brother and sister. They began their rie back to Kakariko.
Yong Sady, Arielle's first born, pulled up alongside her mother, and rode silently, observing her younger brother in her mother's arms. "Mother, my young brother... I had a dream about him last night. Before he was even born."
"Did you, child?" Arielle asked. She was beginning to feel weak, her body sore and tired from her burden of childbirth, coupled with the strenous ride to the field from Kakariko.
"Yes... in my dream, there was a shimmering light in the middle of Hyrule field, up on the crest of the highest hill. I ran towards it... I'm not sure why, but when I got there, there was the triforce. I looked at it, taking in its beauty... it was marvelous, like nothing I'd ever seen!" Saidy said, making gestures with her hands as she spoke. Her horse trodded along peacefully next to her mother's. "Then... the three godesses appeared. They were beautiful too... and they shone a bright golden color, making it hard to make out their shapes. One of them steppedforward and said, 'My sisters and I have forseen it that your brother is one of the three children of Destiny. His fate is intertwined with the very fateof Hyrule itself and possibly that of the entire universe. Although he is born of our realm, and to a child of us, the three golden godesses, this young boy is more than even we can forsee.' then another of the three godesses steppedforth, and she said, 'There is great plight ahead of you child. The world of Hyrule is going to be raveged with the powers of a cleansing war. At the peak of this war, a great battle will be fought between good, and evil. Those forces of good and evil are only just now beginning to brood. They will not culminate for several more years... more than a decade. Many lives will be lost, but the child born to your mother this night will be spared. He will live in sanctuary, and you will not see him for many years.' then, the last of the three godesses stepped forth, and she said, "He is one of the children of destiny... the immortal link between realms... the noble pilgrim... the chosen wanderer... the Hero of Time. You must understand, that all things will happen for a reason. Because of this, your fate to this realm is as important as your brother's. We will be with you child.' and then... then one of them raised their arms, and I was surrounded in a green light... when I woke, I was in bed."
"A prophecy..." Arielle sighed. "Yes, the old woman from the potion shop told me this would happen. She knows thigns like that."
"What, mother?" Sady cocked her head, not sure what her mother had meant.
"The old potion mistress from Kakariko told me when you were born that you were a child of the eye of truth, one of those gifted in seeing the future. She knew this, cause she was one as well. She said that one day, you would start to see things before they happened, brought to you by the godesses in visions. You see child... your father was a shiekah mage. That's why your thus gifted I think."
"You never told me this?"
"The potion mistress said that telling you too soon could throw off the gift." Arielled explained. "I knew that I would tell you, as soon as you began to see things."
"Mother..." before another word could escape Sady's lips, the ground began to shake. The horses stopped in their tracks, shifting nervously from side to side, their large eyes open widely. The ground before the travelers began to loosen, and a wave of bony hands began to emerge.
"Stalfos!" Myth yelled. Just as he said this, the grim creatures began to emerge full from the dirt, more than ten of them already. Myth drew his sword, wich was cheathed at his horses side, and turned to Arielle. "Run, take the child!"
"The path to Kakariko is blocked now, look!" Arielle pointed to the bridge over the Zora river. On it, Stalfos archers stood, theirbows ready, and their blank, soulless skulls gazing into nothingness.
"Flee to the forest then! Head due East, and along the trees until you reach a grove and a hollowed log." Myth commanded, "Be swift, sister!"
Arielle, without options, turned her horse, and fled fast. The large animal beneath her galloped hard, and her child began to cry in her arm. "I'm sorry little one... there is no other way." Arielle began to cough, hard. She put her mouth to the side of her arm, coughing into her shoulder. When she brought her head away, she saw bloos where her mouth had been... without so much as a second thought, she galloped her horse faster towards the forest.
By Azalia's bedside...
"Who so ever finds the triforce has to have much courage, much strength, and much wisdom indeed... but only one truly pure of heart can behold it. The one who is able to hold that sacred triforce in his hands will be granted a single, undying wish." Queen Azalia said. "You know... our world is filled with Magic, little princess Zelda. Magic like you. I, like my mother before me, am gifted with the power of truth's eye... I can see things before they happen. The godesses show them to me. You too, young zelda, will forever have this gift." The room was silent, as the queen gazed at her little daugter.
Miles away, another mother was riding through the deep woods of Hyrule. Her horse galloped quickly through a large tree trunk, and across a foot bridge, into a small thicket. Past large treehouses now, and a glimmering pond, and through a little passage, to a great open field. Before Arielle was the largest tree she had ever seen. She dismounted her horse, and hobbled up to it, collapsing to her knees with her young child in her arms.
"What dost thou bring here?" A benevolent, and calm voice was barely audible in Arielles fading light. THe mother felt warm with the voices touch.
"My... son... take him..." She gasped. Her strength was going. It wouldn't be long now... "Please, take him."
"Put him in the basket..." A blue light appeard in front of Arielle, and a small basket formed of it. The mother set her child down in it, slowly. "My son... please, be safe." Arielle smiled at her child. "Thank you, thank you for taking my child. Keep him safe." Arielle told the voice.
"Hush now, and listen befoe thou fade." The voice said... Arielle began to hear the faintest little hum, wich grew louder. A soft, singin voice...
And in the castle of Hyrule, there was the dying queen Azalia, holding her child, Zelda in her arms. Softly, the mother sang a little song, it's slow, rolling notes making the room feel brighter. The little golden triangles on the head of the young Zelda's bonnet began to glow bright. And the queens lollaby floated through the air like magic. After a few moments, the sweet song ended. "Remember that tune, Impa. Play it for Zelda, when she's lonely..."
"Yes, my queen." Impa said, but it was too late. Azalia's eyes had already closed.
And miles away, in the deep, forest of Hyrule, just as Arielle's body was taken down deep into the rich life-soil of the Kokiri forest, and her soul was sent to join the Godesses paradise... a young girl with green hair, and a fairy by her side, poked her head out curiously from behind a large old tree...
It was the oddest thing Saria had EVER seen... who would put a baby in a basket?
-End Prologue-