This is my first LoZ fic! The next chapter will have things get moving, this first one is more of an exposition.

Long ago in a land clouded in darkness there was a boy clothed in green who could control the winds. The land was broken compared to that of old. He traveled far and wide to restore power to the ancient triforce and blow the darkness away. At the end of his long journey he left that land in search of a new place to call home. He had been called a hero…

…But if he was their hero, the people thought, why did he leave them? He had abandoned them for a new place. But what was wrong with the old? They could not leave this place, it had been their home for generations. So these people stayed in this land, forgotten by their savior.

And so the people lived in the Forgotten Land.

"Come! live in the light! Shine with the joy and the love of the land! We are called to be light for the kingdom, to live in the freedom of the islands of peace! We are called to act with justice. We are called to love tenderly. We are called to serve one another, to walk humbly with all. Come! Open your heart! Show your mercy to all those in fear! We are called to be hope for the hopeless, so all hatred and blindness will be no more! We are called to act with justice. We are called to love tenderly. We are called to serve one another, to walk humbly with all."

A crowd of boys descended the mountain, singing. They wore tunics of many colors, reds, blues, whites, blacks, browns, and at the very back of the pack was a small boy in green. Some on the edges of the group, along with a sword and shield strapped to their backs, carried torches. Some, at the front of each perfectly arranged square of boys, stood ahead and held their swords before them.

The islanders gathered on each side of the procession's path all the way down to the beach where a large ship sat in the harbor. They watched in awe of the solemn ceremony, whispering prayers for their brothers and sons.

The squares of boys soon stopped on the beach and formed into one large column. An older man stepped down from the boat and stood in front of the boys. He began his speech:

"You have trained long and hard to get the chance to prove yourselves. Here is your chance! Here is the call! We are the worthy, we who fight for justice and love. We have taken our vows and will protect our people. We will not abandon our people."

As the boys watched and listened, an awe spread over them, even reaching far back to the small boy in green. His eyes shone, bright and fierce, in anticipation. He was about to leave. He was going to prove himself and redeem his family name. This boy was different from the others, and this moment meant more to him than it ever could to anyone else.

"And it will be us who prove that this land should be remembered!" The man ended his speech raising his sword above his head. Every boy followed suit and cried:

"We will be remembered!"

Cheers rose up among the islanders. The boy in green felt his face grow hot. We will be remembered because we were never forgotten. He remembered what his grandmother had told him before she passed. She believed to the very end that her brother had not abandoned them. Because of this belief she and the rest of their family perished. Bitterness had came to the boy. These people who cheered 'love' and 'justice' and 'forgiveness', didn't even respect Grandmother Aryll's funeral.

But he would forgive them. And he would show them what the words that they spoke really meant. He was going to be a hero, to everyone.

"Kyp Gulls!" The boy raised his head and stepped forward, as many boys had done before him. The soldier reading out the names snorted. "This one, really?"

Kyp only smiled up at him. "At your service, sir!" He saluted.

"Who would have trained you? I doubt you can even fight!" The soldier sneered.

"I have learned to fight and passed all the tests, sir!"

The soldier drew his sword. "We'll have to see about that." He swung the blade in a horizontal swipe and Kyp immediately knew that he was an amateur, he was leaving such and open space between his blade and body.

The young boy, ducked under the sword, clenched his fist and struck his left side. The soldier stumbled back and swung vertically only to be avoided by a simple back step. Kyp tensed his left hand flat and jammed it into the soldier's wrist, causing him to drop the weapon in which he quickly scooped up with his right.

The soldier glared at him. "Who taught you how to fight?" He demanded.

"Every person on this island." Kyp answered. He didn't make it sound bitter. They had taught him by their own attacks. He had never wondered why he had no parents. The close housing, houses built on top of each other, this island was so packed with people and all of them resented and hated his family. His grandmother had told him stories of when there were only four families living here and all the open air. Now it was a cluttered mess.

"Whatever, just get on the ship."

"Thank you, sir!" He handed back the man's sword and ran up the ramp to the large ship among the rest of the boys. Next stop: Windfall Island and the beginning of his new life.

So the song they sing is "We Are Called" by david haas (i think?) i altered it a bit though and took out a verse. I know it's a religious song but i thought it fit and it was what inspired me to write this. Please review!