Prologue:
A shadow passed quietly through the streets of Castletown. Countless generations had failed, since the Hero chosen by the Goddess. But, HE would not. He looked no older than twenty-five, but he has had thousands of years to prepare for this. The Hero left Hyrule one hundred years ago, and has not been found since. This time there was no one to stop him from taking what he deserved this time. He started to laugh, a deep throaty laugh as he crept up the stone steps to Hyrule Castle, leaving a trail of dead guards in his wake.
