AN- I haven't put anything here in years so I hope I can make a successful return. I don't have much time to write these days so don't gripe too much if a month or two pass with no updates. This prologue is just an intro into the story's setting. I'm not trying to draw in the fanboys or fangirls so if you don't like some of my characters, then tough. I am relying on a highly original cast here and I will try to remain as true to the world of Legend of Zelda as I can. If I step on any toes, I am sorry. Don't expect me to change things based on your opinions though. That out of the way let's move onto the story.
Disclaimer I do not own any rights over Legend of Zelda. I'm poor.
The Hylian year was 1281. Hyrule stood many years of relative peace and perservered the passing of time until even the legend of the Hero of Time was reduced to a mere fable told to children as a bedtime story. The troubles of old were long forgotten. Only a scattered few altercations between Hyrule and bands of the Gerudo thieves had ever interrupted the way of life in the tranquil lands since the fateful battle so long ago. It was more than a fairy tale then, that dire fight between Dark King Ganon and the Hero. Since those days, the Hylian Army withered away slowly. Year after year the blades rusted and dulled. It was nothing anyone noticed and furthermore nothing that seemed important to address. Apart from the loose guard of Hyrule Castle, there was no longer a standing army when disaster struck. All at once did the Moblin horde begin to pour onto the fields of Hyrule on the dreaded fifth day of the Hylian month Deku Seeding. The outlying farms were torched and simple farmers that had never known true battle were mercilessly slaughtered. The women and children received the same brutality from the oppressive aggressors.
A call to arms was issued and many answered the call. The majority of the Hylians in the army were poorly outfitted. Crude blunt instruments and common farm tools were the most widely used armaments. Only a precious few received a sword or spear. Shields were quite a rare sight as well. The guards wore chainmail shirts with tabbards bearing the royal crest of Hyrule. The new militia of Hyrule had no such protection. They were all sent out to fight with no armor at all. Things were grim in Hyrule. Those who went into combat were almost always outfought by the moblins. Time and time again Hyrule was faced with defeat, yet one young man returned after each battle. It was finally noticed that among all the wounded that returned from battle, there would always be the one young man that suffered nothing more than minor cuts and bruises. Those who remained inside the walls mocked him and called him coward. That young man's name was Tolbin Zobel. He had striking blond hair and sharp blue eyes and he fought like a man possessed. When he was personally observed in battle by Lord Goyle Plynn, the Captain of the militia, he was promptly issued a sword and a leather jerkin. The jeers instantly halted, as it was among the highest honors for a militiaman to receive a sword. Tolbin was soon promoted and became an equal to Captain Plynn. They shared the duties of training the militia and leading the men into battle. The battles waged in the fields continued to favor the pig-like monstrosities, yet the advantage seemed to diminish as it continued. The days became weeks and the weeks, months. Many heroes emerged from the skirmishes as the weaker combatants were weeded out.
Five months and twelve days after the Moblin forces had begun their assault on the Hylian farm lands, an effective battle-hardened score of Hylian heroes succeeded in breaking the lines of the enemy. It was on that seventeenth day of Din's Weakening that the Moblin army scattered and retreated south. The remnants of the enemy were reported to have fled beyond lake Hylia. It was a spectacular victory, celebrated throughout Hyrule. The dates of the war's beginning and the war's end were recorded as holidays in Hyrule, still celebrated to this day. The deathtoll had been countless. Captain Plynn himself had fallen to a Moblin spear in that glorious victory. Tolbin was brought before King Harlonian XIV and received the position of General. The militia was disbanded, but the majority of the survivors joined the Hylian Army out of their desire to continue service under General Zobel. The army continued to strengthen. Many smiths were supplying swords, spears, shields, helms, and suits of mail. Seamstresses produced many tabbards. It was but a short time before Hyrule had a formiddable army.
Tolbin was married after the war ended. He was twenty years old at the time of the war and his wedding was a spectacular event attended by many. He wed his childhood sweetheart, Ruth Senolin, and a year later Ruth gave birth to his firstborn, Jason. The son of the General showed prominent features of his father. The Moblins made their return when Jason was but a year old but were defeated within the month. After a couple more years passed Ruth gave birth to a daughter named Allison. Thirteen years passed with the moblins returning every two years at first, then every year. Finally the moblins began to make full strength attacks more than once a year. The Hylian Army was having trouble keeping its numbers up. General Zobel, now easily the most impressive fighter known to Hyrule, was facing tough decisions. There was still no evident leader behind the moblin presence. He knew there had to be a way to end these attacks once and for all. If only he knew the adversary sending the moblins.
The calamity was beginning anew.