Zelda woke with a start.
It was that same dream again.
She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The very first rays of the morning sun seeped through the veiled curtains illuminating her royal bedroom. Outside, the early birds chirped gaily in the gardens as if welcoming another dawn. She got up and walked softly to the window and looked out over the town that grew and thrived in the shadow of the castle.
Daily life was just beginning to stir, as was evident by the thin wisps of smoke that began to curl lazily from the chimneys that lined the streets. In ones and two's, the citizens of Hyrule began to fill the streets. Before too long, the usual hubbub and busyness of typical life in the market square would rise to its usual level that rendered the identification of individual voices and sounds impossible.
For the sake of modesty, she closed the curtains and began to dress.
As she did so she wondered, not for the first time, what that dream was really about. She first had that dream…five years ago was it? Yes, that sounded about right. She would have been thirteen then. It cropped up once every couple of months up till now, and like many of her dreams it occurred more frequently as their inherent prophesies came closer to fruitation. Usually she could divine some meaning from her dreams thanks to the gift of her bloodline: the Triforce of wisdom, but this dream was different. It had no clear meaning, just a series of images subject to different interpretations of symbolism.
First there was a large boat…Ship she corrected herself. It was larger than anything in Hyrule, yet it bore the crest of the royal family on the most prominent of its many white sails. This was followed by a vision of a glowing golden triangle; a piece of the Triforce she assumed, but which one was unclear. The most ambiguous and perhaps the most frightening visions was of a battlefield. Arranged in fighting formation were three armies. One was the Hylian army that she knew would rally if the kingdom was in danger. The second army bore also bore the royal crest, but the soldiers bore strange spears and marched fearlessly despite not wearing a scrap of armor. The last was an army of twisted shapes that parodied the form of living creatures. Of all the omens, this one had the stench of Ganon about it.
Her power however, had granted her one piece of meaning, known without understanding. As if it were a clue written on the wall by some unknown author.
"Look to the sea."
She was sure it had something to do with the ship, but not how nor why.
"Look to the sea." she said to herself, "What could that mean?"