Well…here I am…with my pen to the page – or fingers to the keys as it were; this is the first time I've posted any fanfiction – which is not to say I haven't written any before. Anyway, for about three months now I've been desperate to write a Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild fanfiction, but the ideas were not flowing, and I want everything I write to be natural and organic. That is why I have come the conclusion that I will not tell the history of Breath of the Wild as seen in the cutscenes. Nor will I write a post-Ganon story. I'm going to do something a little different. I'm going to throw away everything that's discussed in cutscenes and journals in-game – story stuff anyway. The bulk of the game will remain. I'm just going to take those characters: King Rhoam, Zelda, Mipha, Link, etc. and write my own version of Ganon's return. So it will sort of be like a re-write, but as things continue, the story will stray off the path chosen by the cutscenes. Maybe it will be entertaining, maybe it will suck – who knows. But I'm going to roll with it. Hope someone can find some enjoyment in this piece!

Things will start out a little slow, just give it some time if you're interested. If you're here for the romance it will be a while before things get there. If you're here for adventure and battles, chapter six and seven bring the pain. If you're here for a good story, well, I sure hope I can deliver.

Suggestions, reviews, and (constructive) criticism is all welcome and appreciated! Whatever you feel like saying about this piece, go for it! I'd love to implement ideas and things any of you lovely readers would like to see *cough* read. Reviews are always encouraging, and criticism is always inspiring. So yeah, don't be a stranger.

Finally, I guess there could be potential spoilers? Because I'm going in my own direction, I don't think a warning is necessary, but I guess if you don't want to know anything about the characters or their personalities in BotW, don't read this.

Jesus, I need to shut up…If you enjoy what I've written so far, let me know if I should continue! I promise to submit new content as often as I possibly can.

Here we go :)

– Vengeful Cam

–:–:– Part I: The Prelude –:–:–

Chapter I

It was a dream. It had to be. He was dreaming. No way in hell did that just happen. The multitude's sudden intakes of breath, sounding much like the gusts of wind that broke through the surrounding trees, did not help to deny Link's suspicion – the suspicion that this was reality, and not a dream as the young knight had hoped. In an instant, the realization crashed into him like a wild horse. Link fought back tears, and tried to stifle the shiver that ran up his spine and caused his hair to rise.

He stared in awe and horror at the faintly-glowing blade grasped in his sweaty hands. Link, barely a knight as he was, had pulled The Master Sword from its resting stone in Korok Forest. He turned to face the other inexperienced knights, but he did not receive any cheers or congratulations – not that he had expected them. The freeing of The Master Sword forebode nothing but despair. Link knew little regarding what this despair pertained to, but he knew well enough that the sword was not meant – nor expected – to come free.

There seemed to be a chill in the air, and cold whispers of sorrow rustled the leaves. The sun seemed to grow pale, and the clouds turned grey. No one spoke a word. Only mere moments ago the twenty or so newly-dubbed knights had spoken and laughed with one another, all under the disapproving eyes of their trainer, Marduk, and each, in turn, had tried to pull the sword free – some in a humorous manner, others with more respect to the ancient ways. For it was tradition that when a squire had gained their sword – had become a knight of Hyrule – they would come to this forest with their trainers and attempt to pull the sword out. For nearly five thousand years this tradition had been kept, and not once had the sword even budged in its cleft. Yet now, after Link had mocked the sword in the stone with his comrades, he had pulled it free without so much as an effort.

Link glanced up at his trainer with afraid eyes, pleading for guidance, but Marduk said nothing. He only stared back with wide eyes. So, the small company left, leaving behind the forest with not so much as a word. No one knew what to say. No one knew what to do. Barn, a young knight with fiery hair offered up his sheath to Link so that he didn't "have to carry The Master Sword bare through the woods." Link appreciated the gesture, but even still the blade was heavy on his back, pulling down with some unseen force.

They trudged through the Korok Forest, following Marduk into the Lost Woods. Link, already stricken with ill fortune it would seem, was not blessed even with a fleeting glimpse of a Korok during the company's expedition through the forest. He wondered if they even existed, or if they were some tall tale the elder knights would jokingly tell the younger.

"No Koroks to be seen," Barn mumbled to Link as though he could hear the knight's thoughts. Brave boy – still the only one to speak to the wielder of The Master Sword, yet Link did not respond. Talkative though Link had once been, he found himself not wishing to speak. He agreed with the rest of the party regarding the day's events. Silence was the only thing that could be said.