So, I recently started a new job and will not be able to push this - or my other two stories out- as quickly as I would like. I should still be able to get out a chapter a week for each. Rest assured I will not run into any form of serious writers block. I have my trusty notebook with it's story arcs. This - my zelda story- will likely have the shortest chapters of the three though.


Chapter 2 - Events


"It's been almost seventeen years…"

Link sat alone in a dark sewer, his magical sword providing the only visible light. But, Link had his infrared goggles on and could see pretty clearly for about sixty meters.

"She should have appeared by now," he continued "according to everything you told me, the death of my mother should have passed the Triforce of Wisdom onto a new bearer – just like the way my fathers death passed the Piece of Courage to me."

"I do not have a definitive answer for you, Master."

It was Links sword speaking. More appropriately, it was the A.I. that resided within – Fi.

"There is a high probability that the new Bearer was hidden away as soon as she came into possession of the Piece" Fi continued, " But, even more likely is that the sequence of succession has been delayed by some unknown force."

"Do you ever talk like a normal person?" Link chided as he trudged through the filthy sewer.

"Something may be wrong." Fi responded in an attempt to 'talk like a normal person'.

"Ugh." Link responded, frustration evident in his voice.

"We exist at a very delicate time, Master Link." Fi explained, "I was created with much knowledge about the Future, but my knowledge dwindles. At this point I have to rely mostly on conjecture, probability and determinism."

Link stopped at an intersection of two sewers and peeked around the corner before continuing on.

"Okay, well then can we go over it again?" He asked.

"The prophecy states," Fi began, "'The Hero will falter, Plunging the world into a necessary Chaos. There will be years of Darkness. The Wise will Perish. And a new Hero will'… my Records terminate at this point."

"And according to your records that prophecy was written when?" Link asked.

"Two weeks from now," Fi answered "or Ten Thousand years ago – dependent on perspective."

"I hate this non linear crap." Link exclaimed as he continued through the sewer.

"Can we find the person who wrote this prophecy?" Link asked.

"I do not know who wrote it," Fi responded "but it is inevitable that the writer had to exist within the only place a person can live now – Neo Hyrule."

"So here we are…" Link mused.


Hundreds of meters above the sewers, Turner was leading a platoon of Ganons soldiers through the streets. Turner was livid. He had issues with misdirected anger. When Turner was punished it usually meant that a handful of soldiers would sustain injuries and several citizens would die. This time was no exception.

Turner stopped in front of an old church. He eyed the building with disgust, spit on the ground and issued a wordless command to the soldiers to breach the door.

When the smoke finally cleared, Turner entered the church to find the soldiers had already gathered its twenty inhabitants and forced them to their knees.

"A decrepit old man in a decrepit old building," Turner stated as he walked up to the huddled inhabitants, "What are your functions?" Turner demanded.

The old man, Jason, replied "We work the mines for Lord Ganondorf."

Some of the younger men were tense with anger. They wanted to rebel, but they were unarmed – save for some knives. The knives would do little against the Dragon Scale Kevlar Armor of Ganons soldiers. Even if they could strike at the perfect angle necessary to breach the armor, they would only injure these soldiers. Then they would be gunned down.

So they cowered.

Turner brought up their records on a data pad. "You've been under performing."

One of the young men moved as if to stand, but Jason shot him a look that told him "No."

"It is my fault Duke Turner," Jason stated "I am old, and the others have to help me. Please do not punish them."

"You have honor," Turner spit as he tossed the data pad aside, "and it sickens me."

Turner punched Jason in the face, sending him toppling to the floor.

The other workers moved to help Jason and Ganons soldiers raised the barrels of their rifles.

Amid the shouts of anger, a young blonde girl named Zelda could be heard weeping. She was lying atop Jason, crying.

Turner, recognized the girl for who she was. Knew that this was the girl that Ganondorf wished to kill. Ganondorf would kill this girl with his own hands, then gain unprecedented power.

Turner didn't want that. So he would kill this one just the same as he killed the sixteen other girls before her - Without telling Ganon.

With a final sidelong glance at the young girl, Turner began to walk away from the huddled peasants.

"Shoot them all." Turner ordered with a disturbing nonchalance in his voice.