The legend of Zelda

The tale of two worlds

Okay. First let me start by saying that I don't own the Legend of Zelda franchise. That honor belongs to my hero, Mr. Miyamoto. Secondly there will be some OC's and OCC's. Please read and review.

Chapter 1. The travelers

It was the middle of the night. Four men all sat around a campfire and all were awake. One of them was a huge man sharpening an axe about twice as wide as he was. And he was a big man standing at the height of a of a goron with the muscle of a giant with brown hair and wine colored eyes. His name was Kilron from the snowy plains of the frontier.

Sitting next to him was a young man all dressed in black with a white leather breast plate on which a hand was drawn. He had no weapons except for the two gauntlets on his hands. They were both red like his eyes while his hair was a sleek black like his clothes. He was called Kaimetsu which was a term in Shiekah meaning spirit fist. And he was a shiekah from the far east.

Across from him sat a man with nine flintlocks strewn in front of him. He was working on the tenth with a small screwdriver. His face a scar across his left cheek. Dazzling blue eyes stared intently at the weapon as he tinkered with it. His hair was a strange color of blue darker than his eyes. This mans name was Ren and he hailed from the city-state Joustin in the mountainous regions of Termina.

The fourth man was sitting against a tree. He was wearing a long traveling cloak that was green in color. His long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He had a pair of spectacles over his violet eyes. He was Ezekial, a disciple of Din and wielder of the tomes of earth, a fierce form of magic used to uphold justice.

Up till that point the crew were sitting in silence. That was until Ren Broke the silence. " Where did Grady go?" he asked his companions.

It was Kaimetsu who answered, " Hunting." His voice stayed in a simple monotone. " Kilron. Where do we go next?"

Kilron's voice was rather less boisterous than his size make it seem. " If the rumors that we hear are true then we will most likely find work in hyrule."

He turned to Ezekial. " What do you think?"

Ezekial spoke in a philosophical tone. " To head into trouble to keep yourself fed is the same as a mercenary's work. It does not do well to make your profession seem like a lifestyle."

Kilron made a confused look. Ren then said, " In other words, don't go rushing into wars even if the pay is good. People will think you enjoy your work too much." The group shared a laugh but they took up a fighting stance as they heard a twig snap behind them.

Ezekial called into the darkness, " Show yourself fiend or burn with fires of hell."

" Pipe down Zeke." A young man stepped into the light of the fire. He had blue eyes and gold blonde hair. He wore a traveling cape which just above his right shoulder let the hilt of a sword show.

Kilron lowered his axe. " Oh. It's you Grady. "

Grady looked at his companions. He then said, " We should pack up and leave now. I just heard about a bunch of troops who are about to trample through this forest in full force. If we leave now we can be in Hyrule in the morning." The troupe didn't ask any questions. They just grabbed their things and left the spot after dousing there fire and removing any evidence of their being there.

To Be Continued...

Can you guess Grady's true identity? You'll find out why he changed his name in the next chapter. Until then read and review.