the legend of Zelda belongs to shigeru miyamoto, takashi tezuka and Nintendo, I own nothing but this story
Talking: "hello"
Thinking: 'what the fuck'
Demonic talking: "did you just spit in my face"
Demonic thinking: "I hate everything"
Up above, far above, leagues upon leagues above The City in the Sky, a certain goddess was contemplating on what to do with her little hero, this particular one had sadness waiting at the end of his journey, in the form of a broken mirror.
"Hmm, what to do, after several lives dedicated to stopping that sore loser's cum-i mean curse stain, he definitely deserves an easier life" said Hylia, rattling her brain in hopes something would come up, her daughters, din, farore and nayru fighting in the background, distracting her just a little bit.
"-and I'm telling you, Link was his coolest when fighting that ugly monster Majora!" Shouted Din, who was arguing with her annoying-I mean beloved sister, Nayru, who insisted that the hero of wind was cooler because he became a hero on his own, at which Din called him (the hero) something even Hylia couldn't repeat which led to a fist fight between the two, with Farore panicking because she didn't know how to stop it.
"Girls will you!-wait, of course! I'll grant him equipment, enhancements, maybe a musical instrument, yes, I think I'll go with the Majora timeline" muttered Hylia, enthusiastically might I add, and with snap of her fingers and a flair of her godly power, she-"you fucked with the timeline!?"-grounded Din, as none of her babies were supposed to curse under her roof.
~Ordon village~
all was quiet, amazingly so, as the people of ordon had celebrated quiet late that night, what for? A certain young man, though a boy in age, had completed his training in the ways of the sword under Rusl, the village warrior, however our young hero was sound asleep, not a noise escaping his dreamless sleep, too bad a very, bright light was coming off a chest that just happened to pop up in his house had to wake him upup
I'm sorry, I didn't expect it to be that short, I promise you I'll be writing far more than this, this is more or less the prologue