The Legend of Zelda
The Sorcerer's Sword
"Hast ye felt it?
I have. He hast returned,
And an evil hath followed him.
And following that evil,
Tis an old one.
But the last one,
Will show the Master Sword
A competitor blade."
Chapter 1
I've Returned
Three years, and she never forgot the bond between them. She looks around curiously. She could tell he is near; never has she felt it so strong before. She walks across her room and holds the curtain out a little, just enough to peer outside.
It is dark, cold and raining. The winds are rattle the window as she watches the trees sway back and forth.
"Zelda?" came a knock on her door. She turns around and her mother enters.
"Hello, mother."
"Brr, aren't you a little tired? It's very late."
"Yes, I know. But, I felt him. Again."
"Honey, are you sick?" Cassandra asks, "You've been complaining about a boy in your sleep; I can hear it when I walk pass your room. Who is he? Is he the one who locked Ganondorf in the Sacred Realm?"
Zelda isn't sure if she's being sarcastic or not, but she doesn't say a word. She told her father of what happened to Ganondorf after the events of the Imprisoning War, as it has been called. Rauru is the only Sage who has identified himself, but he has requested the other Sages to disclose their identities to protect them.
"I'll tell you in the morning," Zelda replies and crawls underneath her covers. Cassandra kisses her lightly on the forehead and leaves.
The overcastting storm clouds flash, followed by the static thunder. The distant mountains and lake are blurred behind the curtains of rain while the strong tree branches wail under the heavy rain. The heavy rain would torture any soul who dares walk the flooded dirt roads. However, this is not the case for a boy clothed in a green tunic, armed with a sword belted to his back with a shield locked on the sheath. Both objects weigh against his body, but he knows he cannot disarm himself.
"I shouldn't have come back." He glances over his shoulder and squints his eyes, trying to see through the rain. But he quickly loses his balance as he trips over a rock and he falls on his chest. His weapon and shield add to the force from the fall and the rain rattles off his shield. "I have to find her…warn her…"
He spats the mud from his mouth and pushes himself up. He runs again, not bothering to wipe the mud from his tunic. It wouldn't have mattered anyways; the rain is already dirtying him.
His pointed ears twitch and he hears a high pitch whistle behind him. He spins to the side and watches as a ball of energy spirals at him. As he falls, he feels the heat of the energy ball ripple across his chest. He falls on his back and the sheath pushes against his back. He grunts while rolling to his knees and stands up. Two more high pitch whistles ripple through the air and the two balls of energy spin toward him. He unhooks the shield from the sheath and brings it in before him. The first energy ball strikes and he shifts backwards slightly. There is a brief pause before the second energy ball puts him on his back.
The figure towers over him in a dark cloak and his head under a deep hood. Another flash of lightning brightens the land and the lower half of his face is visible. His arms are to his side and the sleeves just cover the ends of his thumbs. His hand leaves the comforts from within his cloak and tense against the cold rain. He rotates his hand so the palm faces the storm. The boy immediately rises from the ground, but he does not show surprise at stranger's knowledge in magic. The boy rises a foot from the ground before the stranger lowers his arm and the boy drops to his feet. But his knees buckle and he falls to his knees from weariness.
"You have high stamina," the cloaked person says, "I know who you are; you're legend is well known, Hero."
His voice is monotone and there is no sign of weariness when he speaks, even though he has chased the boy for several days.
The boy stares up at him and reaches behind his left shoulder and grasps the handle to his sword. The stranger looks on welcomingly at the sign of defense.
"You traveled through time to seal the Prince of Thieves into the Sacred Realm," he says, stepping closer, "Tell me, where is the Temple of Time."
It has been three years since he took his place amongst legends, since he last used the Doors of Time. It was then that he, and the Seven Sages, sealed Ganondorf Dragmire in the Sacred Realm. What has become of the Sacred Realm since then is unknown. What is clear is that Ganondorf was sealed in the Sacred Realm for all eternity.
The boy stands up and clenches his fists. He thought the nightmare is over, that Ganondorf Dragmire is a fable amongst mortals. But obviously this stranger has heard the tales. He quickly unsheathes his sword, a simple double-edged straight sword he found in the Kokiri Forest years earlier. The stranger looks on welcomingly and motions for him to make a move. He does, jumping forward and hacks downwards.
The stranger brings his arm out and he stops midair, but he strikes forward and the blade stops against an invisible barrier. The stranger makes a fist, strengthening the barrier and it glows blue in the air. He snarls under his hood and opens his hand. The blue shield flashes and the boy blasts backwards while releasing his sword and it falls into the ground. He falls on his back and grasps his shoulder. He grudgingly stands up to confront the stranger again. He limps forward with his shield still in his grasp.
"You have great courage to stand up to me again, boy, but it is by far the weakest element of the Triforce."
The boy looks at his sword standing in the ground next to the stranger; it is out of his reach. With his left hand hidden behind his shield, he reaches into the pouch rolls a Deku nut into his palm. He quickly tosses the nut into his right hand and throws it at his feet. The nut shatters and emits a blinding light around him. The light fades and he is gone.
"He's returned," she says walking away from the window and pulls the blue night gown from the closet. She wraps herself in the warmth of the gown, lights a candle and exits the room.
It is quite early in the morning, but the hallways are dark with echoes of the rain pattering against the windows hidden behind the thick red curtains. No one is awake at this hour, not even the guards.
The cold marble floors and walls of the Temple of Time gleam from the flickering candlelight. Near the center of the sanctuary is a warp point, and the gold dust whirls around the three triangles. The particles spiraled faster and the boy appears.
The turns around walks through the oak doors. The rain obscures his vision, but that is the least of his worries. He runs through the market and blurred lampposts light the streets. He walks north to the castle and a soldier brings his spear in front of him.
"Hey kid. It's late and rainy, shouldn't you be inside?" he asked.
He doesn't respond but steps forward. The soldier pushes the end of the spear against his chest and he stops.
"Where do you think you're going?"
His eyes trail along the spear and he steps to the side and the soldier swings his staff out. But that's exactly what he wanted to happen. He blocks the spear, wraps his arm around it and pulls it free. He then whirls it and slaps the soldier across the face. He then tosses the spear to the ground and steps over the fallen soldier. He hasn't been there for three years, but he still remembers the secret entrance to the castle. As he comes to the dirt wall, he looks for the green vines which climbs to the top. He has to feel the wall with his hands since it is dark; but he is able to find them fast. He pulls himself up and began the climb. In no time, he pulled himself onto the ledge and ran towards the top of the Iron Gate. He creeps to the trap door and climbs down a ladder and runs out before a soldier catches him. There are twenty soldiers on duty. He has to creep quietly so no one catches him. He runs up a hill and ducks behind a tree before a soldier sees him. He makes sure the soldier turns away and bolts across the grass. He runs faster and approaches another dirt wall and climbs the vines. The ledge is not very big, and there is a drop at the end. He steps back a few steps and runs towards the edge and jumped off into a moat. He swam his way to the other end of the moat and climbed up the edge. He ran to his left down a path and looked to the left, where water is flowing from a hole in the walls. But he wouldn't be able to crawl through this time; he's grown. He turns to the tower door and checks the latch; it's locked. He takes a lock-pick from his pocket and twists the ends and begins picking the lock. Lock-picking isn't new to him, but neither is he familiar with the art. He learned how to lock pick from the Bomber's Gang in Termina years ago. The door clicks and he walks in.
The hallway is dark with no sign of life; it is empty. He walks down the hall and makes his first left turn and sees a small pond of water; that is the entrance he would have taken years ago. He begins walking down and peeks around the corner; everyone is asleep. There is a sufficient amount of light here; moonlight shines through the windows. With that, he throws the torch into the water and runs down. As he makes it to the end of the hall, he turns right and continues running.