Some say Legends are born from a simple story, growing with every telling.
Some say Legends are factual records of their ancestors, written in scrolls long hidden away.
I don't know which is true, but I don't think it matters much for my story. For this Legend is one of the grandest of them all.
The Legend of Zelda:
Paths of Light
Prologue
A brisk chill ran through the small village of Kaerun. Small leaves flew through the air weightlessly as the autumn wind sent villagers inside to be greeted by their warm hearths and families. The village was nearly still except for one font of commotion ringing through the forest air. Down along the stream near the ramshackle huts came noises of wood against wood as two young combatants battled. Fiercely the two warriors raged, wooden blade against wooden blade. Over and under, a dance of wild determination. The nearby stream rippled with anticipation as the smaller duelist slowly gained ground towards the flowing water. What seemed like an hour was fought out in the few minutes of battle. With a final and definitive blow across the chest the diminutive warrior fell into the stream. Only the sound of gurgling water was heard for a minute or two before both the boys began laughing.
"Ya'know Link. You're a little slow with that old piece of driftwood," the eldest of the two boasted. The satisfaction of the kill still ripe in his mind. He let his younger opponent sit in the water for another laugh and then offered a hand. "C'mon brother. Let's get some food."
To most of the world the two boys walking down the path in strange green garb would seem strange, but the villagers of Kaerun had become accustomed to the boy's strange ways. Not one soul in the village knew where they were from, and not one had bothered to delve into such matters anyways. The boys lived alone in the huts near the stream, practising swordsmanship and playing through fanciful scenario's. It was a simple life, but to the boys it was the only life they had ever known.