The Legend of Zelda:

Unsung Legends

By: Veil of Rain

Disclaimer: I do not own the LoZ series or any characters previously revealed in that world.

PROLOGUE

The kingdom of Hyrule has been the center of many tales over the centuries since it's birth. Many of which involve a young hero, brandishing the blade known as 'Evil's Bane' and defeating a man known as the 'King of Darkness'. The magic of a princess assisting this young hero. These battles are magnificent, and rock the sheer fabric of the universe. And always, evil is thrown back into the thralls of its prison, not to be seen for another century.

It is rare when the assistance of others is truly praised in these stories. These characters who help the hero in his quest to rid the world of it's current evil. Yet, these people, these other beings are never truly recognized for their worth. Never do they become the legends that are enveloped by the triangle that created the world. The Tri-force had known only three throughout it's lifetime.

However in this day, the triangles will no longer be able to hold just three. The world will erupt in battle. In fact as we speak, it draws closer to the time of decision. Where is our hero then? One who is often of humble origin and strong of heart. The one who bares a triangle upon his left hand. A Tri-force symbolizing the hero who has crossed time, kept moons from falling, and traveled to other worlds. Always risking his life for the benefit of the world. Our hero, is alone, kept in a darkness that has held him for much a time now, darkening his heart.

In this tale, our young hero will need more than just himself to defeat his foes. That which threatens the world has returned sooner than expected. In this story the legends of those who have assisted in a hero's triumph will be told. Light will fight darkness. Darkness will breed evil. What comes of this, will be left to our hero. So now, we seek him out, deep in the depths of an island where he is bound by the darkness which he seeks to defeat. Freedom kept from him by the very people he has sought to save. With these words-"Our Legend shall be told..."

The dust that danced through the dark underground filled one's lungs with every breath that was taken. The stench of rotting corpses, and decaying life permeated the air with a thick essence. The sound of moans and pleas for freedom could be heard climbing from the depths. Every being lost in its own shame, its own prison. The race which guards this place grunt and chuckle in self praise, knowing they keep these souls in their hell. Without care of what happens, or who lays below. They hold any as captive, as prisoner for crimes, letting them fade from existence in this hole.

However, within it's deepest center was the last bit of light that may ever exist here. The only being trapped, bound with the most powerful of magical chains on the island. Silent in his resolve. Only attempting escape, when the time is right.He knew, that time would be soon. As sharp sapphire eyes slowly were revealed from behind pale lids. His dark blond hair lengthy and a mess from his time as prisoner. His heart darkened by the cruelty of those he has saved. Yet his courage remains. It is finally time for him to be free... Link.

Why is he here? The island of Tirenogue. A hellish prison designed for the worst criminals. The darkest of hearts are held here without chance of freedom. What crime has our young savior committed that has bound him to this place. Still, why does he believe he can be free. His heart, though darkened has not cast an evil shadow upon the world. This island's magic, which is sustained by crystals which need to be replenished every year, have finally grown to their weakest point. Now, as it permeates his body, his last bit of strength must be used to free himself. The remaining light in his heart, separating him from others here, is his only chance of escape.

Link raised his arms, the heavy weights pulling down his weakened form. With a powerful grunt he slammed them together, the magic reacting to one another. Slowly, the golden triangle upon his hand began to glow. But it's light was only a dim hue. Once again he brought his arms up, crashing them together. Magic circulating from his form, ignited in the chains. Several more attempts and with a thunderous crash he was thrown against the wall. A magical dispersion sending him flying. However, as his body slid down, he felt the weight gone. Looking down to find himself finally free. Link groaned a bit, unsure if the guards above had heard his escape or not. It did not matter. Slowly he pushed himself to stand, breathing calmly he stared forward, his escape laid ahead and above. Light, had become non-existent for the young man. Today that would change.

His clothes were tattered and dirty. His shoes were no more than material. Many would not recognize him anymore. But it was time, whether guilty or not, he would free himself. Without hesitation he rushed forward. The cries and moans of those who were prisoner filled his ears. But went unheard. There, the first guard. Link ducked behind a pillar quickly. The guard was already rushing to examine the noise from below. He could hear calls from above asking to know what had happened. Link waited as the guard ran by, then quickly followed after him with a light step. As if the most expert of assassins, Link followed this man like a shadow that could not exist down here. The guards wore goggles which allowed them to see beyond the darkness. Link, well he was different from normal people. The reason he could see through all this would remain to his knowledge. Still, he was weak from his imprisonment, trying to escape by rushing would be foolish.

The guard finally came to the depths where our young hero had been held. Only to be surprised when he was no longer there. Before he could mutter any words Link slammed a stone down upon his skull. Successfully incapacitating, or killing him. It did not matter, and at the moment, it became evident his heart was no longer the same. Quickly, he began to undress the fallen soldier. Upon removal, he could see skin marked with splotches of black. Scarred and torn, a body that seemed dead even when alive. Bulky and muscled, his weapon had been a lance. Link could not pull off the huge look, but perhaps the outfit could buy him time to move. After all, he knew not all were this way. But most were. Maybe he could pass for a woman guard in it. He did not look feminine, but under the outfit who would know.

Link had just killed a Tyren. The guards of this island known for their prowess in battle. Their ability to continue fighting despite pain. Personally cursed to guard this hellish prison forever. Their stamina remained energized for days making them useful. But, because of past crimes, they had been assigned to work here, or be killed altogether. Their choice was obvious. Still it did not concern Link as he finally began to dress.

Link pulled on the over sized pants. Then the upper robes slung on his form. Pulling up the large belt he strapped it tightly around him to fasten the clothing. Taking off the guards mask he could see it's twisted face. It lacked any lips. It's teeth sharp and dirty. Its eyes were three, and hair was thick and dry like a horse. Sighing, Link adorned the large helmet, letting him see through the darkness without the use of just his own eyes. Taking up the lance he swung it around a bit. Spinning and leaping with his body to test his mobility and attack. Good, he was still capable. However the size of the clothes and weapon felt strange, and did not look normal. Hopefully it would make no difference. Finally, he began to make his way up towards where he knew light would be. Confident, yet cautious. Higher and higher he rose until he came face to face with another guard.

"Hey, what happened down there? Where is..." Before he could finish the lance pierced his neck. Going through the air tube and killing the small life muscle that regulated a Tyren's body. Behind those goggles Link's blue orbs darkened in hate. Pulling the weapon from his throat, Link let the body of the Tyren fall. Wiping the blade clean on his corpse before climbing higher up. What seemed like an eternity finally ended when Link reached the exit tunnel. Sadly, irony seemed to live over him as night had already fallen. It seemed darkness would be his ally tonight. Standing not far from the entrance were two guards, one female, one male. Their chatter went on about something they would do tonight. Link heard words he would rather not have had in his head with the image of these too. Pushing the thought aside he walked out of the cave like nothing was wrong. When they questioned him he only raised his thumb. The two Tyren nodded and continued their conversation.

Link was actually a little surprised, normally they were more diligent. The women especially seemed to show intelligence. But if Tyren had something else in mind other than battle it might be carnal pleasures. After all, they were alone on this island. And that conversation he overheard said a lot. Link decided not to look back or linger too long. Still clutching the lance he headed for the docks. The path was almost empty, seeing as many were near the peak and center of the island. Preparing to refresh the Tirenogue crystals which powered the island's magic. No one ever expected anyone to escape. In fact this would be the first ever. Guards were here merely as courtesy, until now. Moving swiftly for the docks, it was soon that the alarm would arise. Apparently, someone had noticed the missing prisoner. He didn't look back, Link just began sprinting for the docks. Rushing towards the boat that looked the fastest and easiest to handle on your own. It was small, and had no weapons, but it would work. Quickly he leaped upon the vessel.

Pulling the cord on the mast so the sail descended. Using the lance he began pushing himself from the docks. Behind him he could hear the shouts of approaching Tyren guards. They would probably chase him on boat. Or he thought that until the whirring sound of the island's magic was heard. Quickly a storm began to form and the waters became rough and dangerous. A safety measure to keep criminals from escaping. Looking towards the waters ahead Link began steering the boat with the tiller . But of course he had little control against the tides. And the water was getting stronger. All this only to get another problem as a huge cannon ball hit the water less than a mile ahead of him. Cannons, from the island. The rule on Tirenogue- "If it runs... kill it."

The rain and winds punched Link, and sent his boat back and forth. Cannon shots only drew closer to where he was. Vision was almost nonexistent with how thick the storm was, yet their accuracy increased gradually. Though still he continued trying, barely able to push forward. But it was too late. Another sound of magic collecting was heard. This was more dangerous. Link looked back to see a crystal collecting power. Never had this been seen except once in a test. The island would assault you with a direct shot of magic. Killing you instantly. It was said to be able to pierce the ocean floor. Link knew his boat could not escape it. Turning he quickly jumped for the water, only to have the magic beam tear through his boat an instant after and send him flying before he even touched the water.

Link saw it for a brief moment, the light that turned the sky to day for a moment with a flash. The beam rushing deep into the ocean, making a tunnel in the water that did not fill instantly. Then he saw sky, then water, then sky. He was tumbling through the air, flying who knows how far. Before the thick slam of pain as he impacted the water rushed through his body. He tumbled below the oceans surface. But fought to gain balance and swim for the top. His muscles burned by now, pain attacked every inch of his body. But slowly he made his way to the surface, able to breathe as slowly he escaped the powerful storms.

Gradually, the world began to fade. But Link pushed. Using his legs to keep himself up and laying on his back to remain afloat. It was difficult, and drawing on all his strength but he tried. The Tyren helmet was long gone, and the lance as well. Soon he removed the large belt when he felt it causing him to sink. Link removed the shirt as well, so the clothes did not weigh him down. And tore the pants so he had at least some cover for his body.

Hopefully he would make it to the country that laid across from the island. Miles and miles away from Tirenogue. As he knew it, he would be dead very soon and swallowed by the ocean. Link, had made one last desperate attempt to escape his imprisonment. Even if he had not seen the sun, the moon was so beautiful, it's reflection turning his sapphire orbs a pale blue color. His thick blond hair floated in the calming water as he left the island perimeter. Link had escaped after more than a year of being held there. And any man who could do that, dead or alive, had his honor and a reputation that could not be taken from him. Too bad no one would ever know. Link at this point, would prefer his life. Honor and reputation was already lost for him.

Finally, what seemed like hours of floating and kicking, Link began to give in to fatigue. His eyes growing heavy, his breath shallow. The world began to fade, and soon he was enveloped in darkness. His body left to the control of the ocean, sure his story had come to its end.

"HE WHAT!?" The hoarse voice of the Tyren leader boomed from within his home. It was unfortunate for the group who had been forced to reveal the first escape ever in the history of Tirenogue. The Tyren leader was twice the size of any other Tyren. His woman stood not far from him. Just as infuriated. Though her build was not as large, she was almost as tall as he was. The reason for this was as leaders, the island empowered them. The small group quivering before them were afraid of nothing except the wrath of their commanders. Not only had someone escaped. But it had been the top criminal. Locked in the depths of the island. Volgor began to pace... or stomp. His wife Loorrata stood calmly. But the look in her eyes was even deadlier than her husband's. Death seemed to loom over the group who faced them.

"This... if this is known, we will be punished severely. Killed. Do you know how long we have been planning!? If it is ruined now by some... PUNK!" Volgor placed his hand on his head as he thought a moment. His face was even uglier than the others. Many black marks ran along his bumpy skin. His fangs were larger than any others. His nostrils flared in anger, his breath could be smelled around the room. Then he turned to his subordinates. Furious. "I should just kill you all right now."

His breathing was heavy as his torso rose and fell with every breath. Further emphasizing his fury. But, from behind came the sultry voice of his wife. "No one needs to know. The prisoners cannot see. And for all anyone knows he is dead. We saw the island beam." Volgor knew she was right. He smiled before he realized a problem.

"Yes but the country, the Watcher Kingdom on the edge. It can see that light." Before Volgor could continue on about his fears his wife spoke. Confident in her words, and quick to ease her husband.

"Then they will know a prisoner died. Besides we can play it off as a test. Say we let someone go and let it get set off. There is no evidence otherwise." It took no time in Volgor to see the genius behind his mate's plan. Tyren enjoyed battle, and got bored easily. People would believe the "stupid Tyren" had just needed some fun. After all such brutes could be forgiven for their primitive ways. The only people sent here were the worst of the worst. And the worst had escaped. But no one needed to know that. They could throw someone down their in his place. Everything would continue as normal.

Smirking, Volgor looked down at his henchman. At first, they were worried death would be received. Only to be given orders instead.

"Spread the word. This was a test, to keep everyone on their toes. The beam was used to ensure it still functioned and remained accurate. No one will say other wise. The criminal is dead. That is all that matters." The Tyren nodded at their leaders before quickly turning, running out the door. Rapidly becoming gossips for the leaders. Volgor turned to Loorrata who nodded to him. Apparently all would be well with the death of Link. Hopefully, a new hero would not arise in his place. That was all they needed to worry about. Other wise, they would be free and their pride would return to them. The Tyren would join battle once again. They would forever be free of the island of Tirenogue. Their reign would soon come. Once a race just satisfied to live for battle. Now their desire was to rule with it.

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Tirenogue (Ter-reh nogh): Used to be a continent where the Tyren lived. After a severe war crime their race was punished by having their continent turned into a small island. Any Tyren who had not arrived on the island in an alloted time had been killed. So was the gods orders. Now it is used as an island to hold the worst of criminals. Left there to die and watched over by the Tyren in hope that diligent watch would gain them freedom. This island is watched over by the Watcher Kingdom. Meant only to ensure that no event of evil origins occurs. Crystals have been placed on this island to make sure no criminal or Tyren escape. If the Tyren do not restore these crystals every year the island will be destroyed taking all life with it.

Tyren (Tie- ren): A race of warriors who once were reveled for their ability to fight for days at a time. Their skin is often a dark yellow with many bumps over a muscled form. Marked by scars earned in battle and inherited by family. The scars of their parents pass onto the new born. They have three eyes and can take many forms of damage. Their neck is a weak point however. Causing them to die almost instantly once the air tube is cut and small life muscle inside dies.

Watcher Kingdom: A kingdom located on the edge of the main world continent towards the south. Many who live here are charged with the duty of watching over specific events, places, people, and things. It's main purpose however is to watch over Tirenogue. Though the years passed and the island of Tirenogue moved so far out to sea that only the light flash of the crystal going off could be seen. Seeing this as a problem, a spell was cast to lock Tirenogue at it's current location at sea to ensure it remains far from normal people, but close enough to see the emergency beam.