Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. (Do I really need to say that? I mean, if you think I own Zelda, you are weird.)
Din leaned back in her chair as she watched the sun rise over Hyrule. She had dreamt about this day, one century ago. It was the day that the Hero of Time slew the evil Gerudo Wizard and save Hyrule. She smiled at the thought of the olden days. Farore sat opposite her and noticed her dazed look. "Thinking about that Hero again, are you?" she asked. Din came out of her trance and glared at Farore. "What do you mean by that?" Farore chuckled to herself. "Oh, nothing." Farore knew that Din had fallen in love with the Hero of Time from the moment he drew the master sword, but Din never liked to admit it. But who could blame her? A goddess loving a mortal is insane. Naryu walked into the room and sat down by the others. After a long period of silence, Din let out a shout at Farore. "What's wrong with me loving the Hero? There's no law that says I can't!" Farore wasn't expecting an outburst, but she handled it quite nicely. "Well, I see nothing wrong with that." She said. "If you loved the Hero so much, why don't you revive him?" asked Naryu. Din looked annoyed. "You know that's beyond my power." Din slumped down in her chair as she thought about Naryu's comment. Suddenly she got an idea. "I'm going to make a new Hero!" she exclaimed. "Today at the 1000th anniversary festival, I'm going to bestow the three parts of the Triforce on three different people. And I'm going to give the Triforce of Courage to the king's general, George. He's the kind of man heroes are made of!" The goddesses snickered at the idea of bestowing godly powers on unsuspecting people. "Lets go get out the Triforce." said Naryu, as the three moved towards a large black safe in the corner of the room.
The King of Hyrule yawned and sat up in his bed. A new day had dawned, and his land needed governing. After all, today was the 1000th anniversary of the Hero of Time's victory over Gannondorf. There was going to be a huge celebration in the market square, and the King was going to give a speech. Everyone in the kingdom would attend the festivities, so he thought it was a good time to attempt to boost his popularity. The king stood up and glanced in the mirror. "Man," he thought, "I could stand to lose a few pounds." He walked over to his filing cabinet and opened the top drawer. "Lets see," he muttered, fumbling through a pile of scrolls. "Aha!" he exclaimed as he found the scroll his speech was on. "Ahem. People of Hyrule! I stand before you today as your longtime king. Did you know that my family has supplied the kings for this country for 800 years? Now, that's what I call commitment! Who else can say that to you? Well, seeing that my family has done so much to help you out, I believe that you should start to help me out, you know, to balance the scales. So today I declare that your taxes will be doubled! Now, don't think this money is going to go to waste. It is going straight to the man who deserves it most- me. I'm going to have a lot more visits to the spa this year, thanks to you... Ahhh, this'll never do. I need to revise this." The king whipped out a feather pen and started crossing out lines and adding new words to his speech. He eventually pulled on his royal robes and shoved his crown awkwardly on his head. "Alright... It's Showtime,' he said as he opened his bedroom door and headed down the steps.
Link was fast asleep under a pile of newspapers, dreaming about a sausage. He was dueling it with a sword, but the sausage was still winning. He jabbed straight through the processed meat, but it kept on fighting back. After a few jabs, Link's arm grew weary. He gave up and let the sausage pummel him. Blow after blow the sausage threw at him, and each one hurt more than the last. A rather strong punch to the face sent Link flying out of his dream world and into reality. He opened his eyes and saw a beautiful blonde-haired girl standing over him. He would have normally been excited about this, but in this case the girl was his sister. "Link! I had to punch you, like, ten times before you woke up!" she exclaimed. "Ugggggh," was the reply. "Link, wake up! The celebration of the Hero of time is about to begin!" Link jumped up at the news. "Wow! Big party! I lost track of the days!" "Well, come on, lets move!" shouted Link's sister. "I'm coming, Zelda!" shouted Link, hurrying to catch up with his sister.
Link's parents were very strange people. They had hoped that by naming their two children after heroes, the children would become heroes. They were half right, considering that their daughter showed all the characteristics of the legendary heroine Zelda. But, unfortunately, they were wrong on their son. He was about as far from the Hero of Time as possible. They never had the chance to see this, though, for they were taken away from their children very shortly after Link's birth. Now Link was seventeen and Zelda was eighteen, and they had been living as orphans for all of their lives. And, after seventeen years of living with him, Zelda still couldn't shake the feeling that Link came from a different family.
"Yes, and how many Deku Nuts would you like, sir?" "Twelve," replied Link. Zelda heard Link and spun around. "What are you doing buying twelve Deku Nuts?!!??" she shouted at him. "And what do you need a Deku nut for?" Link looked ashamed and shuffled his feet. "I thought only for the best." Zelda rolled her eyes and continued walking down the street. After she was out of sight, Link turned back to the merchant. "Alright, here's your pay. Oh, and I also want a bottle of that stuff over there." "Ahhh. That is my best red potion. Only use it in emergencies, as its very powerful." Link stared at the merchant. After thirty seconds, the merchant got angry. "Take the damn potion and stop staring at me!" he screamed in Link's face. Link sprinted down the street into the market square.
The King of Hyrule had only gotten halfway down his staircase when his lead general stopped him. "Your majesty," he began, "This festival is a very likely place for you to get attacked. You will need my protection. I and seven other elite guards shall secure the area while you speak." The king looked puzzled. "Who would possibly attack me, George?" he asked. "Well, there is word of a rebel Gerudo faction in the town today. There may or may not be an assassin, but we are going to secure the area, just to be sure." The king had a dismayed look on his face as he continued down the stairs.
Link caught up with Zelda in the market square. "You actually bought that stuff?" Zelda asked, noticing the bag of Deku nuts. Link replied by opening the bag and popping a nut in his mouth. He crunched it at bit and absorbed the taste. All of a sudden, it looked like an explosion of light had taken place inside of him. Light streamed out of his ears, eyes, and nose. It lasted only a second, and he quickly returned to normal. "Cool." he said, taking a swig of red potion. "Umm... You don't want to drink that stuff unless you're injured. It's really strong," commented Zelda. Link shoved three more Deku Nuts into his mouth. "Those aren't for eating." Zelda said, but it was too late. Link opened his mouth to burp, and a huge beam of light flashed out of it. In the distance, a dark figure perched high on a wall was blinded by the beam and fell to the ground. "Awesome" was Link's only comment. "Put away those nuts!" whispered Zelda. "The king's about to speak!" Link looked up at the podium and saw a large man in regal robes opening a scroll. "People of Hyrule..." began the king.
What will the king say? Who was the shadowy figure? What will become of the orphans Link and Zelda? Will the goddess' plan work? They may be powerful, but that doesn't necessarily mean accurate! Please review, as it is my first fic! I had to explain a lot here, but the story should pick up in the next chapter. Stay Tuned!