Destiny's Chosen
Prologue
This is Vincent Wolf, your SI for this fic. This is my first fic, but I hope not the last. I do not own anything here except for the story and original characters. I write this with inspiration from Anthony Bault-The Gamemaster, Renian MagnanImus, and my mentor Echoes of the Mind. (If you think that's weird, I'm older than him!) You should all read their stories, they are both superb writers. Now, with all my shameless kissing up out of the way, I would like to start out with my own personal quote:
"The only thing that separates fantasy from reality is doubt."
And here is my prologue. If it is to short and you don't like the fact that there aren't any real action scenes, just remember it's just the prologue and leave me alone, it'll get better.
I t was late at night in Portage, Michigan. The local coffeehouse, Caffeinated Visions, was just getting ready to close. Inside, the night manager, Vincent Wolf, went around turning off the stage lights. "Another boring day of stupid beatniks not appreciating REAL poetry. I hate this job." From head to toe he is wearing black, from his beatnik hat (which is the only thing I actually like about the freaks) down to his boots. The only exceptions are the pendant around his neck and his silver framed glasses, which he has a magnetic sunglass attachment for. He also has brown hair, a brown goatee, and hazel eyes.
He walks out of the building and locks the door. Walking to the record store next door, the Metal Emporium, he sees a white male, with a windbreaker jacket, baggy pants, Lugs shoes, and a hat turned to the side. Vincent sees him walk into the store and just mutters to himself, "There goes another one…"
Inside, Jason Schultes, the owner, is behind the counter playing 'Left Behind' by Slipknot on his electric guitar. He is about 6'6" with long dark hair tied back into a ponytail. The rapper wannabe walks into the store. He asks, "Yo, youz gotz da new DMX?"
Without hesitation, Jason stops playing, sets his guitar down, and pulls a rifle out from under the counter. He yells, "LEAVE NOW OR LEAVE IN PIECES GHETTO SCUM!!!"
The guy responds, "Yo, whyz ya gotz ta be playin' me like dat homie?" With that, Jason fires at him and he runs out the door.
Back outside, Mike Allen walks up just in time to see the 'Ghetto Caucasian' (which is my term for a white person trying to be black) run out the door and bump into Vincent Wolf. He asks, "What the hell just happened?" Vincent answers, "Jason just took another shot at a 'ghetto superstar'." They both walk inside and start talking to Jason.
Mike says, "Strange, in another life you two could have been friends."
Jason just gives him an odd look and says, "Friends don't let friends become ghetto."
Mike is just getting off the cell phone he is talking on. He puts it away and says to Jason, "You have to try to not shoot at people, I'm can't keep covering it all up for you."
Jason responds, "I don't shoot at people, I shoot at rap fans."
Mike is just about to say something back when Vincent cuts him off, "Hey, Mike, since your always helping Jason out with his 'rap issues', do you think you mite be able to help me out with my job? If you bought Caffeinated Visions I know I could get rid of those wannabe poets affectionately dubbed beatniks."
"Sorry, man," Mike says, "but the anti-trust goons have already been getting suspicious about how I acquired all those other companies and merged them."
Vincent asks, "How did you anyway, Mr. Richest Man On The Planet?"
Mike thinks about his closet in his mansion just outside of Portage (This place is BIG. It has it's own zip code for crying out loud!) with Bill Gates, Shigeru Miyamoto, and executives from Sony, Sega, Capcom, and Squaresoft, all tied up and gagged inside. He says, "I have my ways."
I don't want to cut things short guys, but I have to go home to get some rest," Vincent says. "I have another day of beatniks not appreciating REAL poets like me tomorrow."
Jason asks, "But aren't YOU a beatnik"
Vincent just gets that urge to kill look on his face. In a deep, almost demonic voice, he says, "I AM NOT A BEATNIK! I'M A POET! THERE'S A DIFFERENCE!" Vincent then knees Jason in the groin.
Rather high pitched, Jason responds, "Gotcha."
Mike then says, "Ouch. That looks like it hurt. But if your going, at least take what I came to bring you." He hands Vincent a handheld silver laptop- like device.
Vincent says, "Cool. What is it?"
Mike responds, "I call it the Techvision, or just Tek for short. It may be small, but it has ungodly amounts of memory. That specific one was built with you in mind. It has all your favorite music and video games for various systems, along with free unlimited Internet access. It is also customizable to whatever you want to put on it as well."
Vincent is in such shock at how advanced it is, that he just incoherently mumbles, "Thank you" and walks out.
When he gets home, he is still playing Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time on the Tek, as well as listening to Puddle of Mud's 'Control'. He turns it off and puts it in his pocket so he can open the door. What he sees surprises him: a strange blue glow coming from down the hall.
When he opens the door to his room, he sees a staff protruding out of the middle of his floor. At the top of the staff, there is 2 long dagger-like blades, curving inward around a blue gem. In the center of the gem is a golden design floating in the middle.
Vincent has seen this symbol before, on his necklace to be exact. And there was also a place that he had seen it that only existed in another world. He knew exactly what it was.
"The Triforce…" he says as he pulls the staff out of the floor. As he does, he is covered by the blue light and is no longer able to see because of the brightness.
When Vincent is able to see again, he starts to look around. Around him is a wide-open space with 6 different colored panels, each with a different design on it. "Where am I?" he says out loud to himself. As he looks around more he realizes where he is. "This is the… Sacred Realm from Legend of Zelda… but how is that possible?"
Just then he hears a female voice behind him. The voice says, "Welcome to the Sacred Realm, Vincent Wolf, Savior of Worlds."
Vincent is taken by surprise by the voice, because he has looked around a few times now and hasn't seen anyone. He spins around and is completely shocked by what he sees.
A/N: Well, how was it? I'd love to hear what you think, good, bad, or indifferent. Be forewarned though that this is just the prologue to my story, and the truly good stuff is yet to come. It will be in Hyrule to begin with, but I plan on going many places to make this a crossover. Feel free to MST, I have a very high tolerance for that sort of thing so I can take the punishment. All I ask is that you MST it, not just flat out insult it. I would definitely be honored if one of my friends from the messageboard MSTed my story. You all know who you are, so I don't believe I need to name any names. Now, if you would all review my story, I'd appreciate it. If you don't I will HUNT YOU DOWN!
Prologue
This is Vincent Wolf, your SI for this fic. This is my first fic, but I hope not the last. I do not own anything here except for the story and original characters. I write this with inspiration from Anthony Bault-The Gamemaster, Renian MagnanImus, and my mentor Echoes of the Mind. (If you think that's weird, I'm older than him!) You should all read their stories, they are both superb writers. Now, with all my shameless kissing up out of the way, I would like to start out with my own personal quote:
"The only thing that separates fantasy from reality is doubt."
And here is my prologue. If it is to short and you don't like the fact that there aren't any real action scenes, just remember it's just the prologue and leave me alone, it'll get better.
I t was late at night in Portage, Michigan. The local coffeehouse, Caffeinated Visions, was just getting ready to close. Inside, the night manager, Vincent Wolf, went around turning off the stage lights. "Another boring day of stupid beatniks not appreciating REAL poetry. I hate this job." From head to toe he is wearing black, from his beatnik hat (which is the only thing I actually like about the freaks) down to his boots. The only exceptions are the pendant around his neck and his silver framed glasses, which he has a magnetic sunglass attachment for. He also has brown hair, a brown goatee, and hazel eyes.
He walks out of the building and locks the door. Walking to the record store next door, the Metal Emporium, he sees a white male, with a windbreaker jacket, baggy pants, Lugs shoes, and a hat turned to the side. Vincent sees him walk into the store and just mutters to himself, "There goes another one…"
Inside, Jason Schultes, the owner, is behind the counter playing 'Left Behind' by Slipknot on his electric guitar. He is about 6'6" with long dark hair tied back into a ponytail. The rapper wannabe walks into the store. He asks, "Yo, youz gotz da new DMX?"
Without hesitation, Jason stops playing, sets his guitar down, and pulls a rifle out from under the counter. He yells, "LEAVE NOW OR LEAVE IN PIECES GHETTO SCUM!!!"
The guy responds, "Yo, whyz ya gotz ta be playin' me like dat homie?" With that, Jason fires at him and he runs out the door.
Back outside, Mike Allen walks up just in time to see the 'Ghetto Caucasian' (which is my term for a white person trying to be black) run out the door and bump into Vincent Wolf. He asks, "What the hell just happened?" Vincent answers, "Jason just took another shot at a 'ghetto superstar'." They both walk inside and start talking to Jason.
Mike says, "Strange, in another life you two could have been friends."
Jason just gives him an odd look and says, "Friends don't let friends become ghetto."
Mike is just getting off the cell phone he is talking on. He puts it away and says to Jason, "You have to try to not shoot at people, I'm can't keep covering it all up for you."
Jason responds, "I don't shoot at people, I shoot at rap fans."
Mike is just about to say something back when Vincent cuts him off, "Hey, Mike, since your always helping Jason out with his 'rap issues', do you think you mite be able to help me out with my job? If you bought Caffeinated Visions I know I could get rid of those wannabe poets affectionately dubbed beatniks."
"Sorry, man," Mike says, "but the anti-trust goons have already been getting suspicious about how I acquired all those other companies and merged them."
Vincent asks, "How did you anyway, Mr. Richest Man On The Planet?"
Mike thinks about his closet in his mansion just outside of Portage (This place is BIG. It has it's own zip code for crying out loud!) with Bill Gates, Shigeru Miyamoto, and executives from Sony, Sega, Capcom, and Squaresoft, all tied up and gagged inside. He says, "I have my ways."
I don't want to cut things short guys, but I have to go home to get some rest," Vincent says. "I have another day of beatniks not appreciating REAL poets like me tomorrow."
Jason asks, "But aren't YOU a beatnik"
Vincent just gets that urge to kill look on his face. In a deep, almost demonic voice, he says, "I AM NOT A BEATNIK! I'M A POET! THERE'S A DIFFERENCE!" Vincent then knees Jason in the groin.
Rather high pitched, Jason responds, "Gotcha."
Mike then says, "Ouch. That looks like it hurt. But if your going, at least take what I came to bring you." He hands Vincent a handheld silver laptop- like device.
Vincent says, "Cool. What is it?"
Mike responds, "I call it the Techvision, or just Tek for short. It may be small, but it has ungodly amounts of memory. That specific one was built with you in mind. It has all your favorite music and video games for various systems, along with free unlimited Internet access. It is also customizable to whatever you want to put on it as well."
Vincent is in such shock at how advanced it is, that he just incoherently mumbles, "Thank you" and walks out.
When he gets home, he is still playing Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time on the Tek, as well as listening to Puddle of Mud's 'Control'. He turns it off and puts it in his pocket so he can open the door. What he sees surprises him: a strange blue glow coming from down the hall.
When he opens the door to his room, he sees a staff protruding out of the middle of his floor. At the top of the staff, there is 2 long dagger-like blades, curving inward around a blue gem. In the center of the gem is a golden design floating in the middle.
Vincent has seen this symbol before, on his necklace to be exact. And there was also a place that he had seen it that only existed in another world. He knew exactly what it was.
"The Triforce…" he says as he pulls the staff out of the floor. As he does, he is covered by the blue light and is no longer able to see because of the brightness.
When Vincent is able to see again, he starts to look around. Around him is a wide-open space with 6 different colored panels, each with a different design on it. "Where am I?" he says out loud to himself. As he looks around more he realizes where he is. "This is the… Sacred Realm from Legend of Zelda… but how is that possible?"
Just then he hears a female voice behind him. The voice says, "Welcome to the Sacred Realm, Vincent Wolf, Savior of Worlds."
Vincent is taken by surprise by the voice, because he has looked around a few times now and hasn't seen anyone. He spins around and is completely shocked by what he sees.
A/N: Well, how was it? I'd love to hear what you think, good, bad, or indifferent. Be forewarned though that this is just the prologue to my story, and the truly good stuff is yet to come. It will be in Hyrule to begin with, but I plan on going many places to make this a crossover. Feel free to MST, I have a very high tolerance for that sort of thing so I can take the punishment. All I ask is that you MST it, not just flat out insult it. I would definitely be honored if one of my friends from the messageboard MSTed my story. You all know who you are, so I don't believe I need to name any names. Now, if you would all review my story, I'd appreciate it. If you don't I will HUNT YOU DOWN!