In a remote part of Kokiri Forest, there was a village. In that village there lived a boy. A boy who was tied forever to the destiny of Hyrule.

War

Civil war had broken out in Hyrule Kingdom. Tonight was the battle which would end the war one way or another. Gorons and Zora along with Hylians fighting Gerudos for ultimate control of Hyrule. The war had been long, but in the midst of the death and chaos, tides were turning. The Hylians were loosing.

"Zelda!," the King of Hyrule screamed as he attempted in vain to rescue his infant daughter. The siege on the castle had been underway for less than ten minutes, and before anything happened, the King needed to ensure his daughter, heir to the throne, was safe.

"Zelda," he shouted again as he broke through the handsome wooden door to his daughter's room. He grabbed the infant from the crib in which she lay peacefully asleep. As he did so, Din's Fire hit the wall where she had been the instant before, destroying it and bringing rubble down where Zelda had just lay sleeping.

Zelda's mother was already dead. She had died in the initial wave that had been thrown over the battlements by the Deku. Lizallof Soldiers who had been allied with the Gerudo began crashing down the gates and no sooner had they done so then arrows were flying like dust in the air, killing nearly thirty people on site, including Zelda's mother. No sooner had the first wave been sent before Gerudos were summoned from Death Mountain Valley and the Sheikah Warriors came back to join forces and retaliate.

It was a Sheikah who found the king running down the stairs with the baby Zelda in her hands. Gerudo warriors had managed to break the castle wall defenses and were closing in on the father and daughter. Ishka, Zelda's guardian and godmother, took the infant and started to go to the stables, hoping to escape with the child to Kakariko Village. But as they reached the stables, they saw it go up in a magnificent explosion.

"This is the end," thought Ishka, as Gerudos closed in from all sides, allied with numbers of evil spirited creatures. Animated ReDead and Deku were closing in.

"We have to get to the Fairy's Fountain," Impa told the King. "It's the only way out of here."

"Go!," was his only response. Ishka had barely moved however before an arrow struck her square in the heart. Time seemed to stop for the King as he saw Ishka die, but Zelda was more important right now. Somehow the baby managed to land safely in the bloodstained grass of the Castle Yard, but the King could do nothing, being involved in a swordfight with a Gerudo.

However, his moment of hesitation had allowed his opponent to take the upper hand. He felt the blade slice through his leg, and fell backwards. He could not make out the face of his attacker, but it would not matter. He closed his eyes, hoping Death would be quick. The King heard a whiz of an arrow, and was spared death's hand for a fraction longer.

He opened his eyes once more to see the body of his foe struck down beside him. Another challenger came, but someone blocked his incoming sword. A Gerudo.

Ganondorf.

"Take the baby," the king yelled, caring about nothing else. "Take the baby to the Fairy's fountain. She will know what to do." The Gerudo warrior turned to the ailing King, then to the sleeping infant laying in the grass.

He first took the baby, cradling it in one arm. Then he took the king holding him with the other, And began to ran down the Castle Courtyard to the doorway of the Fairy's Fountain. All around were screams, death cries. Arrows whizzed by like lightning and explosions from bombs and powder kegs alike. The Gerudo was running with remarkable agility, and arrived at the doorway within minutes. But as he entered, an arrow hit him in the stomach.

The Gerudo felt the pain. Felt the arrow pierce through his skin, the wet warm blood spill out of his torso. But he moved onwards. He entered the fountain, placing the King and Zelda at the Fairy's alter. Ganondorf slumped, and saw the beautiful Fairy appear.

"Protect them," Ganandorf told the fairy, the words slurring as he started to lose conscience. Another arrow struck the warrior.

The fairy took the infant child, placed it to the side in a protective bubble, shielded from the agony of war. It fell asleep, peacefully, unaware of the crimes of war happening around it. The Fairy then turned to the King and the Gerudo, healing them. In this instant, the heat of the repairing spell filled the wounds of Ganandorf, and he felt at peace, allowing himself to fall unconscious. But in the final moments before he left the world to sleep, the Gerudo felt something else. Something he would not easily forget.

Power.