Hey! Thanks for deciding to try my story! You'll notice this prologue is worded in mostly third person and sounds kinda mythologically worded, but don't worry, the rest of the story won't be like that, this is just to explain the connection between Aslan & Hyrule..
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~~Update 2/10/12~~
One or two of my fine reviewers for this chapter pointed out a few grammar & usage errors. These have been corrected. Thanks!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Legend Of Zelda characters, including Farore, Din, Nayru, and Link. They belong to Nintendo. Aslan belongs to C.S. Lewis and whoever owns C.S. Lewis's stuff.
Prologue / Birth of Hyrule
Light bathed the forest in hazy gold, splashing into a clearing with a sunlike radiance. Not a single creature stirred under the warm luminance, for no creatures tread through this wood, and only a select few had ever seen it. Only one Person regularly visited this place, and only He knew every inch of its wide grassy fields and silent verdance.
Silvery pools dotted the clearing, each only a few yards in diameter, their glassy surfaces remaining motionless yet sparkling with some arcane brightness, as did the dew on the pale grass. The clearing stretched on into the horizon, like a long, grassy table, its continuity only being interrupted by the wells of water, appearing every few yards or so, massive teacups resting on the guestless table, placid and delicate.
Then He strode up out of one. Noiselessly slipping up and out of the pool, He climbed onto the shore as the waters parted like a silken curtain, ripples dancing in the sunlight as they gently lapped the edge of the water.
And there He stood; the magnificent Lion, He Who Sung Worlds Into Being, the beautiful Aslan. The clearing and the wood, which had seemed so bright and radiant, paled in comparison to Him as His aura enveloped the clearing in a vibrant, glorious gold, and the very air seemed to thrum with an omnipotent energy.
Aslan shook his huge mane, flinging droplets out into the dew-drenched clearing. Yet even this he did with a certain regality; He was the true High King of all that he had created, including this mystical, soundless wood.
Wordlessly he strode to another pool and slipped in without as much as a ripple.
Aslan emerged into a dark, formless void. He was surrounded by nothing, and while there was nothing surrounding him, he was still surrounded by something; yet it was still nothing.
A new world… I will make a new one.
Many worlds I have already created… Charn was the last. For Charn, I created the entire world and then the beings to inhabit it. But I will try something… different this time. I will let someone else create for me. They will have free will to exercise creativity and form wondrous things of their own design. Yes… it shall be so. But they should not be alone…
Three. There shall be three of them… after I make a place for them to be.
He began to hum a melody, a sweet, slow music that flowed with divine energy. The Song was loose and free on its own; but with Aslan's will to guide it, the Song grew, and deeper chords sounded forth. They swept forth; and as they swept into the nothing, the nothing became something; and so Space was made in which to create. Aslan knew the process all too well. For beings to exist in space and experience thought and motion, they would need Time.
And so He began a new melody; not as intricate as the first, but simpler; yet this tune had a far grander, sweeping texture; seventeen notes, looping in an infinite, rhythmic chorus… and as the Lion hummed this song, the fabric of Time was woven.
Perfect, He thought as he released a satisfied purr.
These three… they should be bonded to each other, yet they should complement each other. Sisters… they will be sisters.
He shook his mane, and began a new melody. The song was sweeping and gentle like the Song of Time, yet more intricate, and with a more graceful air, demure yet decisive. Each note carried a sense of a knowing discernment of reality itself, echoing regally. Slowly, light began to appear. Faint hues of blue materialized out of the darkness, swirling around each other… Aslan gently breathed upon the illuminant shards, watching them shudder with energy. Suddenly, they froze for a brief second, and then shot together into a single orb, a boom sounding forth.
The orb, now sentient, morphed into the shape of a woman, cloaked in cerulean blue light.
Nayru. You are Nayru, and I have gifted you with the talent of Wisdom.
She glanced around, like a newborn child does when it first opens its eyes.
Aslan began a new tune, but this one was starkly different. It surged with power; it flashed with a streak of energy with every measure; each note spelled out the essence of raw force… the tempo escalated quickly, diving and streaking upwards with every note with a tactless exuberance.
Once again, another orb began to form, but this was as different as its song was from Nayru. A tiny red dot appeared. White light, appearing out of nowhere, streaked towards the small point of red light, imbuing it with bright energy as the song's fading echoes shaped the new being's personality and gifts. The orb grew in size, its glow turning into a searing red glare, spitting out fire and vibrating uncontrollably.
Aslan once again blessed the orb with the power of thought, and the orb's pulsing began to slow to a more controlled pace; it morphed into another womanly shape, wreathed in wheels of flame, beautiful like Nayru, yet in a fiercer, more terrible way. Fiery heat emanated from her hair; yet the Lion stood there, unfazed by the blinding light.
Din… your gift is your power. Use it with caution and in moderation.
One more. There were to be three.
Wisdom… power… what complimented those two?
Simple. Will. The will, the boldness, the strength of determination to use wisdom to regulate power. A force that would never back down or expend itself, one that was unrelenting in its determination, regardless of fear. In a word, courage.
And Aslan began his last song for that world.
And what a song it was...
It began with a innocent, carefree tune, one that told of bright fields and happy times, of forests and trees and grass and flowing streams… and creatures, beings, each with their own life and hopes and dreams. As the melody stretched on, it began to resonate with a confident air… a resolute one. A powerful yet controlled will, showing moderation with every sweep of tones. Darker tones arose in the song, and for a short time, it seemed that the first tune, the carefree music of happiness and life, was drowned out by the duller notes. They spoke of suffering and despair, of immeasurably small odds of success at anything…
But like a phoenix out of ashes, the merrier tune rose up again, fighting its way against the tides harsh, terrible chords that slammed against it. And over time, the cacophony of darkness and despair died down, and the former tune resurfaced in the calm after the storm; yet a curious thing had happened. It was changed; and by changed I mean that it was certainly not the same as when it had started… it was stronger, deeper, and even more resolute.
He ceased, letting the song echo into silence. And he willed the notes into being…
Green light seeped out of the void, dripping and flowing into one single orb of energy, which pulsated with a vivacious glee, but did so with a determined regularity and maturity.
With a sense of finality, the Lion released a single breath upon the orb, watching it tremor as it experienced thought and emotion for the first time.
The orb swirled and flew apart like broken glass, then formed into a feminine figure, smiling and clothed in a green dress.
…Farore. Courage, that is your strength.
Aslan looked around and smiled as only a lion could.
Together, you represent power, courage, and wisdom. My friends, I give you this world to create in and enjoy. I must go now… but I will return soon to check on your progress.
He gave a giggly smirk quite unbefitting to a lion, and whispered, "Have fun!"
Then he vanished.
Hope you enjoyed!
Farore: What the heck was that?
HBOD: What? I needed to merge you guys with the whole Aslan thing... come on, give me some credit.
Din: Really? You think we started off as balls of light?
Aslan: Oh, so I'm the "Aslan thing" now?
HBOD: That's not what I meant... geez...
Farore: *rolls eyes* Look, next time, can you let us talk like normal people instead of sitting there like cute little dolls?
HBOD: Well yeah, I wasn't gonna just leave you guys like that...
Din: ...You better not...
Nayru: Well, it's actually not half bad! I think I might end up liking this story! Are you gonna continue?
HBOD: That depends on what the readers think! Hey guys, if you enjoyed this story, please leave a review! You have no idea how much it'd mean to me!
Farore: *gives are-you-serious-look* You really think they're going to leave a review?
HBOD: One can dream.
:P But seriously, even if it's one word, please leave a review.
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