So yeah

So yeah. I know that I have about 3 other stories to finish, but I'm going to start this one while I've got writer's block with the rest. ;

Anyways. As the title says, this is a Zelda fic. I got the idea from the coughfakecough movie trailer, and I got so mad when I found out it was just a joke that I decided I was going to write the screen play for them.

If you want to watch the trailer, the link (ha) is on my profile page.

But, since I'm truly a prose writer at heart, I'm going to make a fic out of it, then convert it to a screen play after wards, then send it to someone, along with my resume and headshot…

Be warned: Link talks. gasp it's kinda hard to get something going when your main character doesn't say anything at all. So if you're just going to yell at me and just say that he doesn't talk at all, save for the occasional battle cry, then don't even bother reading it. He truly won't talk all that much. But I'm keeping him left-handed. that's something one defiantly can't change.

So sit back, relax, and enjoy!!

—Pharaohs Queen


The Legend of Zelda: The Hero of Time

By: Pharaohs Queen

Prologue

"A Hero is Born"

It was late in the night, only several hours from sunrise, but there were still lights flickering in the castle.

Inside was a knight who had, judging by his hastily removed armor, just come off duty. He was pacing in a tight circle in front of a large wooden door. Every time it opened, he looked up, anxiety pinching at his eyes, only to continue his tight circle when a nurse would brush past him.

Another in armor, a woman with bleached blond hair, sat on a wooden bench, her eyes closed, her hands seemingly relaxed in her lap.

"Please sit down, Captain. All this worrying will not do you any good."

The knight looked at her, envying her calm. "I know. But I still can't help but worry. She has been sick for a while. Do… do you think…" He bit his lip, then forced himself to say it. "Do you think that both she and the child can survive?"

She opened her eyes slightly; even that small movement gave her a grace unmatched by any not of her race. "I will not bother to give you false hope by telling you what may not come true. I do not know about your wife, but the child…" she trailed off, looking at the door. "The child… will." She turned a cool gaze to him before closing her eyes again. "One can only hope."

He gazed at her a moment more, then set to pacing again. Several minutes later, a scream erupted from behind the door. The knight jumped, then rushed into the room, followed closely by the woman.

Inside the room, another scream rang in everyone's pointed ears. The knight ran over to the large bed that was in the middle of the room, kneeling beside his wife, who was lying in the bed, sweating profusely and biting her lip. She looked over at him, her breathing labored, and the crackle of the torches in the walls the only thing breaking the silence.

Suddenly she winced, and bit her lip harder, sending a trickle of blood down the side of her mouth, choking back a scream. She visibly relaxed, and a new sound was heard in the stone room:

The crying of a baby.

The knight and his wife looked up at the doctor. He held up a small bundle: a baby, wrapped in a warm white blanket.

The knight held out his arms, gently taking his child. "A son…" he whispered. "I have a son…"

He knelt down, holding the boy out to his wife, who took him. She gently stroked his forehead, brushing aside the light brown, almost blond, wisps of hair. Feeling his mother's touch, the boy opened his eyes. They were a clear, crystal blue, sparkling with life and wonder.

"That child will do great things." The woman in the armor was standing on the side of the bed opposite the knight, her eyes staring at the child and off in the distance at the same time. "I can see… he will be a help to this people… a great warrior… a link between the past, and the present… and a hero…"

The woman in the bed smiled down at her son. "Then that will be his name. Link." She looked up at the woman. "Mistress Impa… I feel that I do not have much time left. I beg you… please keep my son safe."

Impa looked slightly taken aback.

"Please, we beg you." Said the knight. "With the land still not fully united, there is always the danger that dissenters will attack us or the king. I may not live through a battle, and they would destroy my son after me." Moisture began to collect in the corners of his eyes as he looked upon his son. "Please, mistress Impa."

Impa looked at the small child, then nodded without the slightest hesitation. "Yes. As you say."

She bowed her head and left the room, as the sun's first rays peeked over the mountains to the east.

After several weeks, they came; on a dark night with no moon and heavy black clouds covering the dim light of the stars.

The knight was killed defending his family. After the dissenters made their way past him and the other guards, they set the family's home on fire. Link's mother was severely burned rescuing her son from the flaming house. She flew on horseback to the forest, where Impa finally found her collapsed under a tree, shielding her son from the pouring rain.

"My lady!" Impa whispered as she drew near. Link's mother looked up, and Impa could see the burns on her face and hands. The child was whimpering softly.

"Take… him…" she whispered, leaning over to give him one final kiss on the forehead. "Keep him… safe…"

Impa nodded, gathering the boy and blankets into her arms. She kneeled down next to the mother, who stroked the baby's hair, like she had done the day he was born. "Link…" she whispered, fighting the pain. "Link, my little boy… I will watch you grow from the Realm beyond." She kissed him one last time on the forehead, then fell back, limp, against the tree.

Impa reached out and laid her on the ground, in the shadows of the roots of the tree, before climbing back on her horse, tightly holding the bundle against her chest.

"Good-bye." She whispered, before pulling on the reins and galloping into the forest.

Several days later, they reached a small village set comfortably in the edge of the forest. Impa rode up to one of the smaller houses, and climbed off the horse, trying not to let her weariness show.

A young woman with bright red hair answered her knock on the door. "Miss Impa!" She said, opening the door wider and beckoning the Sheikah woman in. "It's very nice to see you again."

"Thank you, Malon. Is you father home?"

"I'll go get him. Please sit down. You look like you haven't slept in days!"

Malon rushed out of the room and Impa sat on the small, but comfortable, couch. She silently checked under the blankets to find the baby sleeping. After several moments, Malon led her father into the room. He was dressed in simple work clothes, and carried a shovel over his shoulder. His bald head dimly reflected the sunlight coming through the window.

"Impa! It's good to see you again!" He spoke with a heavy country dialect. "What brings you to our little village?"

"Bad news, I'm afraid. I've come to call in a few favors you owe me."

Talon raised an eyebrow, glancing at the bundle in Impa's arms. "What do I need to do?"

Impa handed him the bundle, pulling back the top layer of blanket, reveling the sleeping child. Talon blinked in surprise. "A baby?"

"Yes. I want you to raise him."

Talon looked over at his daughter. "Malon? You wouldn't mind having a baby brother, would you?"

She shook her head, her eyes shining.

"His name is Link." Impa informed. "His father was the Captain of the King's Guard, and his mother was the Queen's handmaiden. They were both killed by dissenters several days ago."

Malon silently took Link in her arms, cuddling the child and gently stroking his hair. "That's so sad… This poor little boy…"

Impa nodded. "It is. Link's mother asked me if I would watch over the child. However," she added with a slightly bitter tone. "I was ordered to watch over the Queen's newest child, who is yet unborn. So I place him into your care, Talon, because I trust you. I ask you to please treat him as if he were your own son."

"I will Impa." Talon smiled over at the sleeping Link. "I've always wanted a son."

"I shall come and teach him in the ways of weaponry once he reaches the age of five—the age when he would've started training to become a Royal Guard." Impa stood, adjusting her belt. "One last thing before I leave. Do not tell Link about his connection with the royal family. He may know that his parents are dead, but not the true cause or reason. He will learn that in time."

Malon sighed. "So all we have to do is change his background a little bit. But… it just doesn't feel right…" she trailed off, looking up at Impa.

The Sheikah smiled, though it seemed slightly strained. "It will benefit him in the long run. Trust me." She nodded to Talon, then to Malon. "Farewell, and good luck."

Talon stood also. "Won't you stay a few days with us Impa? Get some rest?"

She shook her head. "No. I must get back to the palace. I have a little… unfinished business to attend to. I will be back in five years time." She nodded to them again, and walked out the door.

Talon walked over to the small set of stairs.

"Where're you going Dad?" Malon asked.

"Well, there's a new baby in the house. I'd better go fix up his room."


Hmm… that's a good place to end it.

Next time!

We meet up with Link again. 18 years have passed, and he has grown into a strong, knowledgeable young man, well admired by many in the village. One day, Talon informs him that he is taking Link to the Hyrule Castle Town Market to deliver the yearly harvest. Little does Link know how much this simple little trip will change his future…

By the way, Talon has a Scottish accent.

Review and tell me what you think!!