Normally, I'm not the kind of person to write a story like this, and I've no guarantee that I'll actually finish it...but who knows? This little undertaking of mine takes place, oh let's say, three hundred years (give or take a century) after The Legend of Zelda: The Windwaker. I do hope you enjoy the story.

Disclamer: I don't own The Legend of Zelda. Not the storyline (aside from the one I'm writing here), not the characters, nothing. So please don't sue me. I have no money.

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Prologue

"Grandpa, won't you read me a story..."

A little girl stood in front of her grandfather, clutching a book almost bigger than she in her tiny arms. The old man smiled.

"I suppose I have time for one story." He answered, chuckling softly. Picking her up, book in hand, he walked over to a couch in the small living room and sat down. "Which story do you want to read?"

The small girl put the book in her lap and opened the cover, searching for the perfect story. Her grandfather knew she knew every story in the book by heart, but her insistence on reading them over and over made him smile. As she flipped through the pages, the light from a single lantern in the room danced against her hair, pulled into pigtails for bedtime.

"This one." She said, pointing to the beginning of a particular story.

Her grandfather laughed. "This one again? We've read this story three times this week."

The girl looked at her grandfather, her bright blue eyes full of determination. "But I like this one." She answered, resolved. Shaking his head with amusement, the old man shugged. "Well, I suppose I could read this story one more time..." Clearing his throat, he picked the book up and began reading.

"Once, a very long time ago, there was a man who tried to take over all of Hyrule." He pointed to a picture in the book, showing a man dressed completely in black. Turning the page, he continued reading. "He overthrew the royal family, and succeeded in conquering the entire country. The next picture showed a town, completely destroyed and barren.

"What an awful thing to do." The girl said softly.

Her grandfather nodded, and continued reading. "For seven years, this man reigned with an iron fist, to the point where everyone thought no hope of ever being saved remained.

The girl laughed. "But they were wrong..."

The old man smiled. "Yes, they were. From the forest, a boy appeared, one whose courage was without equal, whose destiny was to fight the evil man." The picture showed a boy dressed entirely in green, with a small fairy by his side. The girl smiled as she studied the picture.

"The Hero."

"Yes, the Hero. Taking up the Master Sword, he traveled all of Hyrule, awakening each of the six sages, those who could aid him in his fight. Finally, just before the final battle, he met the Princess of Destiny, the last key to defeating the evil man."

"And he defeated him, didn't he?" The girl said confidently.

Her grandfather smiled as he turned the page. "Yes he did. With the help of the six sages and the Princess, he banished the evil one to another realm, bringing peace to Hyrule once more. However, the evil man vowed he would someday escape, and in the process take revenge on the descendants of the Hero and sages."

"He tried, didn't he Grandpa?" The girl asked, her voice full of contempt for the 'evil one' in the story.

"Yes he did." Her grandfather answered. "But from then on, whenever he-or any other evil for that matter- appeared, the Hero and Princess would appear as well. Because of this these two, Hyrule has remained safe for generations." Closing the book, he looked down at his granddaughter. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration.

"What's wrong?"

She looked up at her grandfather once again, this time her eyes full of questioning. "Why didn't anyone else help to fight the evil one? Why only these eight?" She asked.

Her grandfather cocked his head in amusement. "They weren't. Others helped the Hero in his journey as well."

"Then why weren't they in the story?"

The old man smiled sympathetically. "Time causes people to forget many things."

"That's not fair." The girl replied quickly, crossing her arms. "Why should they be forgotten?"

Her grandfather shook his head. "Because no one is here to remind them. Would you remember the forgotten, if you had the chance?" He asked.

Picking up the book, the girl climbed off the couch and made her way to her bedroom door. Just before she stepped inside, she turned to her grandfather.

"I would, and I will."

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Well, that's it! I hope you enjoyed my short, little prologue. Just who was the girl? Hmm, well, I guess you'll just have to wait and find out. (Hint: She's not in any way new to Legend of Zelda) Well, I do hope you'll review and give me you thoughts on the story, I'm always up for anything you have to say, good or bad.