Hyrule A.G.: After Ganon
A Story by Dak Kaliero
Legal stuff: I am not Shiggie Miyamoto, so I obviously don't own the Legend of Zelda. Nor do I own Zelda. Nor Link. Nor Malon. (Though I WILL change that.) Basically, if they're in a game, I don't own 'em. Too bad.
(Authors Note: Just so ya know, even though this is a true adventure of Link, it is also a Link/Malon romance fic on the side. So all you Malon- bashers GO AWAY before I release my homicidal circus monkeys on you.) (PS: Or just tolerate it. Who knows, you may even (goddesses forbid) LIKE the fic. Scary thought, isn't it?) (PPS: By the way, this is told (somewhat badly) from Link's point of view. Just thought I'd warn ya.) (PPPS: This story is rated PG for violence.) (PPPPS: Never mind.)
Summary: It is life after the destruction of Ganon. Everything seems peaceful, but underneath the façade of tranquility, something even worse may be brewing.
Prologue
The cold, deep laugh sent a chill down my spine. I turned to Zelda, but a wall of dark flame appeared before her. Ganondorf rose from the destruction he had caused. He held his right hand up, the Triforce shining on it like a beacon in the night. The Triforce of Power had kept him alive, and his anger took control of him, transfusing him into a hideous mass of evil and rage. His true form revealed, Ganon created two swords, each twice as long as I was. I raised the Master Sword, but Ganon knocked it out of my hand with as little effort as flicking a fly. I pulled out my bow and nocked a Light Arrow back, firing it into his face. He reared back, roaring, and I fired another arrow into his throat. Ganon emitted a gurgle, and fell forward. On top of me. The last thing I thought as I felt every bone in my body being crushed was, Why?
I woke up in a cold sweat. I may have been lucky in reality, but my dreams were not so optimistic. I didn't know which were worse: myself dying, or Zelda dying.
Wait. Yes I did. Being forced to watch Zelda die before meeting my own grisly demise. The dreams tormented me so horribly that I feared sleep.
That battle took place almost seven years ago. Well, sort of. After the defeat of Ganon, Zelda convinced me that to keep the timeline intact, I must return to my ten-year-old self. She then transported me back, using her powers as the Sage of Time. The stigma of the Triforce had remained bright and clear on the back of my left hand since. As had Zelda's.
It was only a few weeks later that I received the worst scare of my life.
Zelda had summoned me to the castle. I had shown my pass to the guard, and walked over the open drawbridge into the great hall. As I approached the door to Zelda's chambers, I saw a man outside her door. No ordinary man either.
Ganondorf.
I pulled my sword out of my sheath, forgetting I was only a short ten-year- old. I ran at him and jumped in the air, delivering a powerful blow to his forehead. But my sword met nothing. Ganondorf had sidestepped my attack at the last moment.
He laughed. But it was not the evil laugh of the Gerudo Lord of Darkness. It was a more light-hearted chuckle. "Is there something wrong, young sir? The Princess has been expecting you."
I stared at his face. It had the same physical appearance, right up to the eyebrows growing into his hair. But there was somehow no hint of the evil that had once been visible. I glanced at his right hand. There was no Triforce. This could not be Ganondorf. Yet it was.
"S-sorry. I thought you were someone else." I muttered as he opened the door to Zelda's chambers and I walked in.
Zelda looked up from her meditation. "Is something wrong, Link? You look like you've just seen a poe," she said, getting off her bed and walking toward me.
"I feel like I just have," I replied. "That's Ganondorf out there!"
"I know," said Zelda. He came a few days ago. He wants to establish economic ties between the Gerudos and Hyrule. He's practically revered as a god by the Gerudos, so they do what he says."
"Did you examine him?" I asked anxiously.
"Yes. He has no memory of the future, nor any desire of the Triforce or the world. He's about as sincere and honest as you can get. At least, for a Gerudo."
"So why did you call me here?"
"I finished communicating with the sages. They all remember that timeline, and all agree that we are on an alternate timeline. They will soon be taking up their tasks of praying to the goddesses from the respective temples. They have been wondering though, whether it might be better to build two new temples to protect the Master Sword instead of only the Temple of Time. The two temples would place a seal on the Sword, rendering it useless if a hostile force moved in to use its power. If this were done, the Master Sword would no longer be the key to the Golden Realm unless the two new sages commanded it. What do you think?"
I thought about it. "Well, it IS a good plan to keep the Golden Land safe, but it certainly doesn't make my job any easier if things go awry."
Zelda giggled like a little girl. (Which she is, I had to remind myself.) "Always thinking of yourself." She regained her poise, and said, "Speaking of yourself, the Council of Sages has decided that you remain in the Kokiri Forest until you are old enough to fend for yourself."
"Alright, that's what I was planning anyway."
That was almost seven years ago.
(Author's Note: If I get at least one review, I'll continue the story. That's when it'll get interesting.)
Legal stuff: I am not Shiggie Miyamoto, so I obviously don't own the Legend of Zelda. Nor do I own Zelda. Nor Link. Nor Malon. (Though I WILL change that.) Basically, if they're in a game, I don't own 'em. Too bad.
(Authors Note: Just so ya know, even though this is a true adventure of Link, it is also a Link/Malon romance fic on the side. So all you Malon- bashers GO AWAY before I release my homicidal circus monkeys on you.) (PS: Or just tolerate it. Who knows, you may even (goddesses forbid) LIKE the fic. Scary thought, isn't it?) (PPS: By the way, this is told (somewhat badly) from Link's point of view. Just thought I'd warn ya.) (PPPS: This story is rated PG for violence.) (PPPPS: Never mind.)
Summary: It is life after the destruction of Ganon. Everything seems peaceful, but underneath the façade of tranquility, something even worse may be brewing.
Prologue
The cold, deep laugh sent a chill down my spine. I turned to Zelda, but a wall of dark flame appeared before her. Ganondorf rose from the destruction he had caused. He held his right hand up, the Triforce shining on it like a beacon in the night. The Triforce of Power had kept him alive, and his anger took control of him, transfusing him into a hideous mass of evil and rage. His true form revealed, Ganon created two swords, each twice as long as I was. I raised the Master Sword, but Ganon knocked it out of my hand with as little effort as flicking a fly. I pulled out my bow and nocked a Light Arrow back, firing it into his face. He reared back, roaring, and I fired another arrow into his throat. Ganon emitted a gurgle, and fell forward. On top of me. The last thing I thought as I felt every bone in my body being crushed was, Why?
I woke up in a cold sweat. I may have been lucky in reality, but my dreams were not so optimistic. I didn't know which were worse: myself dying, or Zelda dying.
Wait. Yes I did. Being forced to watch Zelda die before meeting my own grisly demise. The dreams tormented me so horribly that I feared sleep.
That battle took place almost seven years ago. Well, sort of. After the defeat of Ganon, Zelda convinced me that to keep the timeline intact, I must return to my ten-year-old self. She then transported me back, using her powers as the Sage of Time. The stigma of the Triforce had remained bright and clear on the back of my left hand since. As had Zelda's.
It was only a few weeks later that I received the worst scare of my life.
Zelda had summoned me to the castle. I had shown my pass to the guard, and walked over the open drawbridge into the great hall. As I approached the door to Zelda's chambers, I saw a man outside her door. No ordinary man either.
Ganondorf.
I pulled my sword out of my sheath, forgetting I was only a short ten-year- old. I ran at him and jumped in the air, delivering a powerful blow to his forehead. But my sword met nothing. Ganondorf had sidestepped my attack at the last moment.
He laughed. But it was not the evil laugh of the Gerudo Lord of Darkness. It was a more light-hearted chuckle. "Is there something wrong, young sir? The Princess has been expecting you."
I stared at his face. It had the same physical appearance, right up to the eyebrows growing into his hair. But there was somehow no hint of the evil that had once been visible. I glanced at his right hand. There was no Triforce. This could not be Ganondorf. Yet it was.
"S-sorry. I thought you were someone else." I muttered as he opened the door to Zelda's chambers and I walked in.
Zelda looked up from her meditation. "Is something wrong, Link? You look like you've just seen a poe," she said, getting off her bed and walking toward me.
"I feel like I just have," I replied. "That's Ganondorf out there!"
"I know," said Zelda. He came a few days ago. He wants to establish economic ties between the Gerudos and Hyrule. He's practically revered as a god by the Gerudos, so they do what he says."
"Did you examine him?" I asked anxiously.
"Yes. He has no memory of the future, nor any desire of the Triforce or the world. He's about as sincere and honest as you can get. At least, for a Gerudo."
"So why did you call me here?"
"I finished communicating with the sages. They all remember that timeline, and all agree that we are on an alternate timeline. They will soon be taking up their tasks of praying to the goddesses from the respective temples. They have been wondering though, whether it might be better to build two new temples to protect the Master Sword instead of only the Temple of Time. The two temples would place a seal on the Sword, rendering it useless if a hostile force moved in to use its power. If this were done, the Master Sword would no longer be the key to the Golden Realm unless the two new sages commanded it. What do you think?"
I thought about it. "Well, it IS a good plan to keep the Golden Land safe, but it certainly doesn't make my job any easier if things go awry."
Zelda giggled like a little girl. (Which she is, I had to remind myself.) "Always thinking of yourself." She regained her poise, and said, "Speaking of yourself, the Council of Sages has decided that you remain in the Kokiri Forest until you are old enough to fend for yourself."
"Alright, that's what I was planning anyway."
That was almost seven years ago.
(Author's Note: If I get at least one review, I'll continue the story. That's when it'll get interesting.)
