The Legend of Zelda: The Missing Link (There will be some "minor" cursing in this chapter, if I can, I will downgrade it so Da** will become dang. Works out for everyone, right?)
ATTENTION: Yes. I got permission from ChangelingRin (Dimensional Links) and HylianBagelLoZ (Forever Linked) to make my own version. If you have read my novels, good. This takes place in the same year as some of my novels, but will be considered canon. Enjoy-and prepare for lots of references. To everything. ALSO-This novel will have Harry Potter locations/some characters. But not enough to be a crossover. I think. If so, tell me in the reviews. Enjoy. Disclaimer will start next chapter...
And another thing: the Link in my novels is from Hyrule, but there is a portal in Hyrule that leads to Scotland, and that is where he grew up. So, prepare for British/Scottish words/behavior. (Rin, Bagel, perhaps you could consider adding one more Hero...? As a side story?)
Prologue: Lore of the Hero/A New Quest (Please note that this novel will have old English/whatever else. Translation will be in bold.)
A Yet Unknown Location
Date: Not important (because I said so.)
"...Have thee (you) heard of they (pronunciation- theye) Fable of Hyrule? No? Well...you're in for a treat, young one, for I am to tell thee a tale...
"It began so yore... (long ago)...
"...This is but one of the Legends of which we speak... (Yes, I copied it from Wind Waker-don't judge me.)
"...Long ago, there existed a Kingdom where a Golden Power lay hidden. It was a prosperous land blessed with green forests, tall mountains, and peace.
"But one day, a man of great evil found the Golden Power and took it for himself. With its strength at his command, he spread Darkness across the Kingdom. But then, when all hope had died, and the hour at doom was at hand...
"...A young boy clothed in green appeared as if from nowhere, wielding the Blade of Evil's Bane. He sealed the Dark One away and gave the land Light.
"This boy, who traveled through time to save the land, was known as the Hero of Time. The boy's tale was passed down through generations until it became Legend. But then, a day came when a fell wind began to blow across the Kingdom. The Great Evil that all thought had been sealed away by the Hero, once again crept from the depths of the Earth, eager to resume it's dark designs.
"The people believed the Hero of Time would again come to save them. But the Hero did not appear. Faced with the onslaught of evil, the people could do nothing but appeal to their Gods. In their last hour, as doom drew nigh, they left their future in the Hands of Fate...
"...Many eons (years) have passed since then...Kingdoms have risen and fallen...many wars have been fought...but in each Age, a Hero rose from almost nothing to combat the ever growing Evil...
"Now...we arrive at the present day: 2016. As you may know, the age for swords and bows is long past...now..men use guns, of all things, to fight wars...but one war is still fought with the olde weapons...
"...But first...before we dive right in...Let me show you something...
"...There. Do you see it? That sword? Yes...that blade was the very one that has ended ages of conflict for various Kingdoms...The Master Sword.
"Although...it is not called that. Not any more. For, during the Darke Ages, Evil once again fell upon the Earth, and only at the last moment, was the call for help answered...the sword had lain dormant for so long, it rusted. Which never should have happened, but the presence of the Calamity was too strong...
"Blood rained down in the Sacred Clearing that day...the ground could not soak up the copper colored liquid...so, the clearing became forever stained...
"...The Blade of Evil's Bane became corrupt, as some might say...but...the true description...is that it changed.
"The sword is now known as Demonslayer. It's a better name, anyway, in my opinion. But, enough about me. What about this Age's Hero, you might ask? Well...follow me, and I'll show you..."
Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry
The Forbidden Forest
Unmapped Location
It wasn't his fault that he had completely lost it from someone fighting with him, was it? He didn't even know the guy. Let alone what his name was. All that he knew was that the guy who had attacked him had been a Slytherin. ...Stupid git. What'd I even do to him? Nothing! Absolutely nothing! A flash of metal glinted in the moonlight, then a thud was heard as a sword blade cut into a massive tree trunk. ...Maybe I shouldn't have done that...
After many minutes, he had managed to free his sword from the tree's trunk, which now had a huge dent in it. Hopefully, no one had seen him perform the act...
The Hero of Magic had exited the forest from the west side, and had made his way down to Fox Lake.
It was peaceful out here. Practically no one came around, even for events. Far off behind him, he heard what sounded to be people going nuts. And for good reason.
...Annnddd...The cheering grew louder. ...Score one for Gryffindor. A small smile had formed on his face, but now it went away as he studied his reflection in the moonlit water. ...I wonder what my ancestors think of me...being a Wizard...and an Animagus to boot...He raised his gaze from the water's surface to the distant shore, where he could faintly make out a tall structure. Light was coming from several areas, signaling it to be occupied. ...I wonder if Connor regrets what he had done in the past...I know I would, if I were him... In this Era, Ganondorf had renounced his ways, for the most part, and had made a new life for himself. He now went by the name Connor Hanson, and he had been the one to re-discover a form of magic that had thought to have been lost in the fire of 1768...Olde Darke Magic.
His friend, Lauren, had found another use for it- beating up a massive dragon. It had worked quite well, in the past...
(Flashback)
Lauren was doing great. Of course, he couldn't see much, being that he was a Dragon himself. Cornelius Fudge, the former Minister of Magic, had grown corrupted, and had taken over Hogwarts. One of his many underlings, who went by the name "Thompson", had cursed Lauren into a small house cat, and no one had known if she still lived until one of his friends brought her back.
While she had been away, however, Fudge had grown even more corrupt, and had brought back the Dungeons as a use of punishment. Was it wrong of him to say that he was happy he didn't get sent down there, when so many others did? Probably yes, in some people's eyes.
Fudge had also found himself a pet-a massive Falcon that had called himself "Laird Frederick", of all things. Of course, the bird was now dead.
Link was forced from his memories when a streak of roaring white flew past him. Lauren had thrown herself from his scaled back, and was currently on top of Fudge's massive head. From his position among the rafters, Link noticed something- his friend was favoring her right side. It wasn't noticeable to anyone else, except him. He wondered if he should go down there and do something.
Seconds later, he found out that he didn't need to. Fudge was spraying fire at her, but Lauren braved the flames with her shield and raised her sword...
The White Dragon was dead. After flailing around for a bit in his death throes, Fudge fell to the broken and stained tile floor, blood pooling around his head.
Link flew down towards the beast and flapped his wings to make sure he landed correctly. After transforming back to his normal form, he looked up towards the dead beast, where his friend was still kneeling on the Dragon's head. "...You alright?" She nodded briefly and stood, her right gloved hand still clasping her sword's hilt. From what he could see, the armor that she wore was scorched and black with soot. The only thing he could see were her eyes, and she looked exhausted. "Do you need help getting down?" She wearily shook her head, tightened her grip around her sword, and pulled it from the beast's head. Blood splattered everywhere, even on him. But after what had happened, he didn't really care.
(Present)
Link was drawn from his memories when he heard what sounded like people fighting above him. They seemed to be at Hawk's Cliff, which was directly above where he was sitting.
The Hero of Magic quickly made his way from the Lake to the Cliff, and when he got closer to the two fighting boys, he recognized them: Stephen Gerald, a fourth year, and his brother, Harold, a fifth year. As Link got closer to them, he noticed that Harold had a knife in his hand.
"Harold, stop! You don't have to do this!" Stephen sounded petrified. What would cause them to fight? They never do this... Link ran the rest of the way up to the two boys, and he made it just in time. As the knife flashed down towards Stephen, Link caught Harold's arm and prevented the knife from going any further.
"Would someone please tell me what is going on?" The two boys had to look up at him. "None of your dang business, Forester. Now, git. Before I make you." In answer, Link disarmed Harold and pinned him to the grass. "I don't think so. Now, you can either tell me what's going on, or, I can take both of you up to Dumbledore. Which is it going to be?" Harold's gaze moved slightly and widened. "Link! BEHIND YOU!" Link stood and spun around, only to catch a split second of Stephen raising his arm.
A flash of metal glinted in the near darkness and for a few moments, everything went dark.
Wait, no, he was still alive-but he had been slashed across the face. And in his side. The two had ganged up on him. Link knew that he was perilously close to the cliff's edge, but he couldn't stop backing up.
Then, he slipped.
He opened his eyes. He was hanging on to the cliff with one hand. Stephen and Harold were standing above him, both holding their knives, which were covered in blood. The two of them raised the knives. "Nice knowing you Forester", and threw them.
He was falling. Darkness threatened to overcome him. Am I dieing? He could only watch as the Lake's dark waters grew closer and closer. But then, something happened. Something that he didn't except-everything went white...and then slowly faded away...