A/N: Hiya! I know this has been done before, but I'm doing it as a serious fic. Also, this is just a little bit more realistic! Except in some parts, but oh well....
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{This takes place in the year 2020 A.D.}
It was late one summer evening, when an archaeologist, who had been searching for this ancient land his whole life, finally found something. He looked at the stone slate, which was filled with words of an extinct language. He had finally deciphered this language, and he wrote down everything he figured out. He walked along the beach of the place where he had found this slate. Just by looking around, he could tell that this island he was on was inhabited many years ago. No one knew the name of the place, so most people called it 'Island X'. As he was about to write down the location of this place, something happened.
"Give me that tablet!" a low voice said demandingly.
"Where are you?" the old archaeologist asked him.
"Haha, my name is Gerudo Dragmire!"
"Oh no!" the archaeologist screamed as he ran toward his boat.
"You can't get away from me, Hiro Time!"
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A/N: Tell me if you think I should continue on with this!