Author Note: This is fan-fiction based off of the Legend of Zelda series by Nintendo. Certain characters and elements are strictly taken from the series, while new ideas have been written under the influence of the author. If ideas are stolen, I will kill you. Just kidding.
Prologue
Sometime in the near future…
Clenching a spiny, brown root Link made helpless efforts to pull himself closer to safety. Rock crumbled from under his bare, bloodied feet as they slipped. He groaned as all weight shifted to his arm strength, while his tattered legs flung uselessly in the strengthening wind.
"Get back up hero", Link breathlessly mocked himself, "your the one that saves the day, remember?"
His blue lips shivered, and his pale face was chapped. The climate up here was incredibly low, a quivering -2. Cold enough for Link to see weightless flakes of white snow touching his numbing cheeks. His hands bled as the root which decided his fate was sharp and thorny.
Gravity made cruel gestures as he witnessed his own blood spiral thousands of violent feet below. That's it.He firmly got control of his feet again. Failure is not an option.Inch by inch, Link weakly started to further his endeavor up Death Mountain. Grabbing anything legible, his face bore a defeated and tiring expression, but his piercing blue eyes somehow still beamed a certain confidence.
"At least they think I'm dead," Link proclaimed with an optimistic angle. "That's one accomplishment."
He knew far below his feet sat the pleasant town and kingdom of Hyrule. The entire Hylian race survived down there, he also knew about something else. Something missing, something that once stood within the peaceful gates of the prosperous Kingdom.
"How did they manage to get all 3 pieces?"Link bemused. Not that by thinking about it he did any good. They did managed to steal it, along with Princess Zelda. Link cringed at the thought, Zelda was kidnapped. She was in dangerous hands. He swore on his oath to save her.
No! His hand slipped on loose earth, as it painfully flagged behind him. It was no longer a climbing tool, but rather a sail. Zelda! His arm was now his master, as it pulled him out like a cruel leash. He had but only the support of his left hand that survived like a tiny thread. It was at that moment, with raged tears streaming down his face, that Link saw his failure in a whole new respect.
"If…If I fall," Link choked weakly. "So will Hyrule… and Zelda…"
It now completely dawned on him. Great powers were reunited in the wrong shoes. The fate of Hyrule now rests in the palms of evil, killing hands…
No… Link fell, feeling utterly hopeless as he twisted lifelessly to his own death. Zelda…