Hyrule
The bodies of the townspeople lay on the cobblestone of the city. Ran fell upon the corpses as their blood seeped into the drains. They had no idea it was coming. The princess had been having premonitions of it but no one believed her. Had Zelda's father listened to her and evacuate the city; maybe they would not have died. Sadly, no one listened and on that day fire had rained from the sky. Horrific monsters forced their way through the city as swarms of Moblins fought the villagers. When there was no hope left, a man appeared. They thought he was the Hero. The Hero they told of in legends. They let him in the city and watched in awe as he slayed the beasts. Their king put a great trust in him. Little did they know that he was not their Hero, but their worst nightmare.
A man in a black cloak strode in through the broken down gates of the kingdom. He stepped over corpses and scared off crows pecking at their eyeballs. As he continued walking he kicked something. He pulled down the hood of his cloak. His long white hair streamed down his back. His name was Blackrose. He bent down and picked up what looked like a large golden triangle formed by three small ones. Blackrose smiled as he examined it closely. "Looks like their so called Hero has turned on them. Looks like I will have to save another pathetic dimension." He pulled out a long sword with a skull engraved in the handle.
"Time to go to work."
The bodies of the townspeople lay on the cobblestone of the city. Ran fell upon the corpses as their blood seeped into the drains. They had no idea it was coming. The princess had been having premonitions of it but no one believed her. Had Zelda's father listened to her and evacuate the city; maybe they would not have died. Sadly, no one listened and on that day fire had rained from the sky. Horrific monsters forced their way through the city as swarms of Moblins fought the villagers. When there was no hope left, a man appeared. They thought he was the Hero. The Hero they told of in legends. They let him in the city and watched in awe as he slayed the beasts. Their king put a great trust in him. Little did they know that he was not their Hero, but their worst nightmare.
A man in a black cloak strode in through the broken down gates of the kingdom. He stepped over corpses and scared off crows pecking at their eyeballs. As he continued walking he kicked something. He pulled down the hood of his cloak. His long white hair streamed down his back. His name was Blackrose. He bent down and picked up what looked like a large golden triangle formed by three small ones. Blackrose smiled as he examined it closely. "Looks like their so called Hero has turned on them. Looks like I will have to save another pathetic dimension." He pulled out a long sword with a skull engraved in the handle.
"Time to go to work."