CHAPTER ONE- The Beginning.

The story is a sad one, full of death, loss, and regret. But, this story is also full of happiness. Joy, love, and friendship courses this story's veins, filling your computer screen with its future, it's past, and it's present. Begging to be read, pleading for it, and waiting for its story to begin.

She gently whispered into nothingness, a pitiful cry for help. Tied by harsh, cold, chains she sat, in the damp dungeon of the royal castle. She had sat there for 17 days, with only the water that the grouchy soldiers brought to her in the morning to drink. She sat. Cold tears, no longer full of warmth, ran down her face.

In a different setting, he sat. Happily telling a fable to the village children whom sat, eagerly awaiting the upcoming words from the young man's mouth.

"And then…, without hesitation, the young hero swung his sword and struck the mighty beast right between his shoulder blades!" The children gasped, and swooned. He continued with a added dramatic effect, "And the beast reared and fell to the ground with one last roar. The young hero had conquered! And he had saved the princess, once and for all!" applause and laughter rang from the children as the young man finished his story. "Link! Tell us another one, please!" said Cain, the young son of one of the friendly fishermen in the village. Link laughed and patted the child on the head gently, "Not today. But maybe, if you're good, I will tell another one tomorrow." Cain smiled and ran off to play with the others. Link waved good-bye and went to fetch Epona, his beloved horse, from the spring.

As he calmly strolled through the woods, he thought about the fables he had told. How he remembered those beasts. The like-likes that so often had stolen his rupees and shields, the goblins he had slayed while trying to find his way around Hyrule Field. How he missed those days. Now, he was but a young horse boy in a small village telling stories to children! Irrelevant and unimportant, was what he was. His bright mood suddenly changed, and by the time he had gotten to the spring, he was miserable.

Epona whinnied and trotted over to her owner. Link stroked her hazel brown mane in thought. "I could still be what I used to be! There must be some evil somewhere!" And so the idea was planted. Link let the idea blossom into a exaggerated tree. "I will be, once again, The Hero Of Time…" and with some thought, he added. "Or something very similar to the Hero Of Time."