A/N: I have had major writer's block since the last chapter. I haven't even been able to write the little one shots I have started out writing. I plan to get this chapter and the next written and posted. I will then be taking a hiatus from my writing. So here we go with the chapter.

Guidance

Link made his way to the cave picking his way along rocky shore line and swimming through straights where he had to. He wasn't particularly fond of the activity, but he needed to get there.

He wasn't going to let himself fail now, now that there was more of a reason. Hyrule still had its monarchy living. Time was going to tell if he was going to succeed. But the present day left him full of sorrow for the way it was.

He finally reached the foot of a set of steps that lead up to the mouth of the cave. He stood there for several minutes getting himself ready for the events that he new were going to occur. No matter what though, he would follow through. Lest death take him first that was.

He knew that not all of the Heroes were successful in their quests. Some never survived the first steps. They weren't strong enough. Their blades rested in a pedestal in the Hall of Heroes, a memorial to those who had fallen. He was determined that his sword not reside next to theirs.

He turned to the pure water he stood in and examined what it reflected. His face had become lean, losing any fat that had remained. The beginnings of a slight beard shown as well. His cerulean eyes had taken an edge that not even the most hardened of soldiers could stare into. His skin had taken on a darker hue from the sun, darker than it had ever been in the canyon he called home.

He was far from the same person. Then he was a child dreaming of growing up, now he was a man wishing that he could go back to those days. It also occurred to him that he had turned eighteen a month ago without realizing it.

He continued to look at his reflection. The almost pristine green tunic, that no matter what damage it took, nor what ever tried to stain it, it was new at the end of the fight. The strange green hat, where it came into the legend was beyond even the greatest of historians. The bracers, never did they see damage, even when they stopped the sharpest of weapons when they were used. His dress seemed to live on its own.

Link took a deep breath and turned around. He still had time to give up this journey, to return to the forge and live out his life in relative peace. No, he wouldn't live with himself if he did. He started up the steps, a one way ticket to his destiny.

"So the Hero arrives right on time, though alone. Where is your companion," Jericho asked as Link entered the cave.

Link held his head up and looked the man in the eyes, "Right now he is probably feasting with the goddess Din. He gave his life to Ganondorf so that I could escape Castle Town. I have come so that you may tell me what my quest is."

Jericho appraised him. He was definitely a warrior. His gaze, his stance, even his words belied that fact. He was sure that if any Hero was to succeed, then it would be his son.

"You know that the Master Sword disappeared after The Fallen Hero took his last breath?"

"Yes that is the strangest part of the story. As far as I remember his is the only story where that occurred," Link replied.

"It is, but it didn't simply disappear. It shattered into six pieces. The pommel, the hilt, the cross guard, and the blade itself was split in thrice. All these pieces went to one of the old temples. One to forest, one to fire, one to water. That is the pommel, hilt, and the cross guard. The blade went to the three elder races. The Kokiri, the Gorons, and the Zoras. You must reassemble the Blade of Evils Bane if you wish to face the King of Evil."

Link listened in silence. The blade was broken, how. The Master Sword was the purest object there was. Only the goddesses themselves could separate it.

"I must find the pieces and reforge the blade?"

Jericho nodded. This sounded preposterous, even Jericho had trouble believing it. All Martalians knew that they were originally from Hyrule, and they maintained many of the same legends. The Master Sword itself was almost an object of worship. But that is what Farore had told him not a day yet before Link walked through the cave's entrance.

"So, do you Link, bearer of the Hero's Green, Holder of the Triforce of Courage, Defender of Those Who Seek Peace, take upon yourself the title of Hero of Hyrule and end the tyranny visited upon this land by he who is your mortal enemy by birth."

"I do."

"Then seek the pieces of the Sacred Blade, reforge it, and fight for those who cannot fight for themselves."

A/N: That was a very triumphant speech at the end. I am proud of myself. I had originally planned for this to be longer, but decided to cut it down to what you see here to prepare more content for the next chapter. Also I want to encourage people to read some of my other fics. Go to my author's page and there should be a full list of anything I have posted. And as always I am searching for new ideas, please send me some, I would hate to see this fic die to my writers block.