The Legend of Hyrule
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In a distant future Ganon has convinced Princess Zelda to make a wish upon the Triforce. Zelda pleads forces the hero Links' hand. The three wielders of the Triforce each make a wish and the world they know is changed forever, their lives undone, the altering timelines vanish and the land of Hyrule is shifted to a different time before the scared realm was breached and before the timelines were split. A new world waits a legend begins.
Chapter 1 Visions and Sorcery
The desert plains are dry the heat is oppressive the King Hyrule sits upon his mounted steed face stern as he watches the armies of the Gerudo mounted on their fierce steeds stream over the desert. Furious winds obscure the king's vision as the powerful witch known as Twinrova wraps the advancing horde in magical protection.
Hyrule named after his kingdom turns to the ancient sage. The man is of Hylian birth like the king marked by the pointed ears of their race. The sage wears yellow robes once bright luminous now faded and worn. Upon his head sits a hat soaked through with sweat. The staff in his hand seems to weigh a ton, "What say you Sahasrahla?" asks the king. "Do we stand a chance against these desert princes?"
"We are Hylians Highness we are blessed by the goddesses," Sahasrahla replies.
"Those aren't comforting words Sahasrahla. Not when the goddesses created all the races."
"Well they favor us the more, whether that helps us is a different story."
"They aren't the only races who resent us," The king says his voice weary.
"We must hold out at least until the hero returns."
"Will Lynx come?"
"He will. Your brother has sent Felix to fetch him from the Kokiri village," Sahasrahla says shading his eyes to look over the vast hordes of horse warriors.
"My brother is fierce and rules the high seas. I should have called him back maybe together we could have crushed these Gerudos' Princes."
"Your brother protects our borders from the River Zora. Your father was wise to send him to the sea," the sage says looking at the king.
"Do the River Zora still oppose the treaty sign by King Zora," Hyrule asks thinking of the sea race proud and noble warriors. The River Zora had not taken well to the treaty had had moved into the high seas. They had begun to wreak havoc on the trading vessels from the other kingdoms.
"They have refused the vision of Lord Jabu-Jabu, and claim that not only the seas, but all the lands are theirs to rule," Sahasrahla says regretfully.
"If only the ancient Link would return and take up the Blade of Four Swords," Hyrule laments looking out once more upon the enemy that arrays itself against the Hylian armies.
"None can wield such a blade now. Only Lynx has the capability," Sahasrahla responds to the king's wishes.
"And what can an age warrior do against the might of the desert princes?"
"The Gerudos' are small roving bands of herders and are comprised of different tribes there is no one who can unite them for long you will have the victory Hyrule. Just believe in your knights they are brave and have all been blessed by the goddess of courage. They fight for Hyrule. And you are Hyrule majesty," Sahasrahla proudly proclaims.
In the desert the Prince Mandrag stands beside Prince Dragmire both have dark brown skin with reddish hair that is a common trait of their people. The warrior princes wait as their wives perform the magic that will open the path to the ancient vale of evil.
"This is wrong Kotake," Mandrag says to his wife not liking the path his wife has set him upon.
"You aren't afraid, are you husband?" Kotake asks mockingly looking at Mandrag with hooded eyes.
"Not afraid, no Gerudo is afraid, we are the lords of the deserts the greatest horse riders this world has ever seen."
"Mandrag is right," Dragmire says coming to the other prince's defense. "We were told to guard the Valley of Evil not open it. This goes against all we believe in all that we hold sacred."
Another woman speaks a splitting image of the first her name is Koume, she looks at Dragmire her eyes accessing his will. She speaks saying, "We were given that task and that is why we went to war against Hyrule. Now the king sends the other races against us. He paints the golden sands red with the blood of Gerudo," She says her voice raising passion in every word. "No more! We were given an object to hold in trust. A object so evil it corrupts the very land, while the Hylians were given a land of plenty where they guard a treasure that grants any wish a golden object of purity. To combat such a land we must use a weapon of power and only one we have at hand is the one sealed in the Valley of Evil," Koume says looking at her husband Dragmire.
"And who will wield such a weapon?" asks Mandrag seeing the other prince faltering under the gaze of his wife.
"I will," says a new voice. The four turn their heads. A figure in black armor strides into the war tent he is younger than the other two princes his face handsome his red hair cut short where Mandrag's hair is long coiled into braids and Dragmire's is spiked like the spine of a dragon.
"Ganondorf," Mandrag says a grudging respect in his voice as he eyes the young man.
"Our little brother shall go forth into Valley of Evil," Kotake says meeting Mandrag's eyes. He frowns but does not disagree with his wife.
"He has the power and the will to grasp the Trident of Power. With it he will lead us to victory over the Hylians and instead of the land being called Hyrule it will be renamed Gerule," Koume finishes her sisters sentence smiling at her little brother even as Dragmire crosses his arms over his broad chest.
Ganondorf smiles at the gathering, the smile is neither evil or filled with malice, but instead displays confidence and pride as he walks between the two princes of the Gerudo, "I will return and when I do the war will be over," he says meeting first Mandrag's then Dragmire's eyes as he continues, "We will have lush lands to hunt upon, our children will never die of dehydration. We will feast on the bounty of Hyrule," He says clenching his fist before him slamming it to his chest. "No one will dare to call us thieves and brigades again for we will be overlords."
The two princes' nod their heads inspired by the young warrior's words. The witches who are their wives open the pathway into the Valley of Evil. "Go now brother while the light shows you the way," the Twinrova sisters say in unison.
Ganondorf smiles lifting the tent flap he looks across the desert his eyes seeing a glowing light vanishes into the desert. It is a guide to his destiny he gnashes his teeth taking up the reigns of his mighty stallion setting off.
The princess of Hyrule wakes suddenly her heart beating loudly. She grips her chest not wanting to remember her dream, but the images are seared onto her retinas. The image of a youth in the deserts waste, a trident thrust into the sand that is no longer sand, but blacken glass. Swirling around the trident an aura with a face like a boar curved wicked bloodstained tusks protruding out. The young warrior approaching the weapon oblivious to the danger hovering over him, him reaching out, the world going dark as every life is snuffed out like a candle flame.
Zelda pants her nightgown soaked through she throws her bedcover off planting her delicate feet on the plush rugs. She looks at the symbol of her house the Triforce the emblem of the goddesses. She looks around finding the lamp in the same place as always with thought a flame appears casting her in a golden glow.
"I need Impa," she says aloud moving towards her armoire.
In another section of the palace the young prince Gustaf roams the grounds. He is a spoil child with brown hair that falls in curls about his shoulder. He plays with a toy sword that he swings about in imitation of the knights of Hyrule.
A voice calls out to him and he follows coming into a large ante chamber. Stain class windows spill light into room casting shafts of rainbow tinted rays through the dust motes. The young prince enters the chamber a sense of wonderment filling him. His eyes widen as he sees what sits at the center of the room. On a raised dais rest a sword embedded in stone. The sword seems to beckon to him drawing him forward.
The swords begins to glow in violet illumination. Out of the corner of his eye Prince Gustaf sees a he is not afraid of the apparition for he has seen it for years it is his truest friend and now he knows that his trust is well place as he gazes upon the sword. The floating eye drops down beside the boy whispering into his ear, "See I told you I would find a sword that would make you King."
Gustaf moves to the pedestal taking in the blade in all its glory, "What sword is this?" he asks the floating eye reaching a hand out unsure of if he should touch the blade.
"It's the Picori Blade. It was bestowed upon the first hero."
"And if I pull the blade out?" the prince asks dreams of glory flooding his imagination.
"Why it means you are meant to be king," the eye replies whispering softly to the prince.
"Can I?"
"Do it," the eye demands. "Take up your birthright."
Gustaf steps up to the blade placing trembling hands upon the hilt a shiver of fear runs down his spine. A look of fear crosses his face. He looks to the eye for guidance. "Do it!" the eye shouts into his mind. "I am your friend, your only friend," the eyes says with languid words. "Take the sword and I will be there always."
Gustaf nods his head gaining courage he draws the blade. The chamber trembles around him. The blade gives off rays of light as it is removed from its resting place. Gustaf feels himself being torn apart. He screams as he begins to separate, but even as his screams echo through the chamber another form appears upon the pedestal. The figure is the purple clad stands his hair blowing in the wind that as mysterious picked in the chamber. The figures long white hair blows around. The figure smiles pulling the hat upon his head snug as he walks towards the prince standing before the boy. Rising his hand the man unleashes a torrent of wind it strikes Gustaf squarely in the chest throwing him back the blade falling from his grip striking the stone floor at the man's feet.
The man floats above the ground eyeing the child who screams silently upon the stone. He looks at the blade that has held him trapped for so many long years. He smiles as he lifts the sword up, raising it above his head he smiles wickedly as he drains the elemental power encased inside blade into his being.
Fully powered the white hair man moves to the boy's side, kneeling beside him he places his hand upon the boy's heart causing the trembling that racks his body to stop. Gustaf blinks his eyes opening with a look of bewilderment. Gustaf stares into the violet eyes of the man and asks, "Who are you?" Gustaf asks.
"I am Vaati, and I am your friend," the man says
"What about my sword?" The young prince asks.
"It is right here," Vaati says extending the blade hilt first to the prince. "You are truly fit to be king."
"How can I be king?"
"Your father is at war, and that means you are his successor and should rule in his stead naturally."
"But what of Zelda," Gustaf asks his eyes going wide, "What about Impa."
"Your sister is girl. A man must rule. Don't be afraid of old lady Impa, you must put her in her place. You will be king you need not listen to an old nurse maid any longer."
Gustaf nods his head though there is a doubtful look on his face when he thinks of his nurse.
"Trust me I will help you rule, and any who do not obey your will, will answer to my magic," Vaati says holding up his hand letting a ball of energy form around it until the glow extends across the chamber cast the it in violet light.
Vaati looks around his eyes alighting on a statue of the ancient hero who had sealed him. The statue depicts the hero kneeling before the ancient king of Hyrule. With a flick of his wrist Vaati unleashes his built of power upon the stone statue.
"Damn Daltus and damn Link," he says glaring at the rubble.
In the courtyard of Hyrule castle Zelda feels the world shift she glances towards the castle then to her old nurse maid. "Something bad has happened," she states.
"The seal upon Vaati is broken child. There is nothing you can do but warn your father."
"But who could break the seal only a hero or one of royal blood…oh no Gustaf," Zelda cries out running towards the castle.
"No child," Impa says holding her firmly in her old hands. "Your visions of the scared realm; the trident you saw, you must warn your father, Vaati is nothing compared to the demon you foresaw."
"Who will deal with Vaati," Zelda asks torn between her fears for her brother and the need to warn of her father of her visions.
"Why the sages of course dear, I will inform Ezlo that his rogue apprentice is free," she says smiling softly at Zelda. "I'm sure between Ezlo and Rauru they'll figure something out, beside maybe Vaati has learned his lesson after being imprison so long. He was not always and evil sorcerer you know?"
"So be it, I will ride to my father at once," Zelda says looking at her old nurse maid.
"Yes and Impa will be your guardian," Impa says waving a tall woman over like Impa she is golden brown with pointed ears curved eyes reveal red eyes the mark of the Sheikah. She wear silver and blue armor as she steps before the princess.
"This is my namesake and your new guardian, I am too old to go chasing after young children, your father and Daphnes have worn these old bones out."
"I am pleased to meet you princess. You may call me Impaz, I would hate to be confused with Impa," she says revealing a smile. "I will protect you with my life," Impa says bowing her head to the Princess.
"Now go Zelda," Impa says shooing the two away. "Warn your father of your visions, and always trust in them."
Zelda enfolds the old woman into her arms, "I will be back soon Impa please stay safe."
"I've kept myself safe all this time my dear. Don't worry about me worry about yourself you are headed towards a battlefield."
Impa watches the two ride out of the castle she turns her head feeling the malevolent energy of Vaati. Turning away from her charge she faces the castle preparing for the coming confrontation.
To Be Continued…