Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to videogame series The Legend of Zelda. Destiny is a concept that has been around far longer than I have been, I have just decided to give her a spiritual and physical form. There will be some other original characters in this story and any resemblence they may have to humans or other ficitional charcters is entirely coincidental. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome but no flames please. Unless it's to tell me my characters are Mary Sue's or Gary Stu's. If that happens, fire away =). ~Animal Cracker

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'I could get used to this kind of life', Link thought. It was certainly a break after his adventures running all over Hyrule, fighting monsters and an evil madman trying to take it over. He had been staying with Tekir and Denna for almost three months now. He felt a bit guilty for taking advantage of their kindness for so long, but he liked it here, and Denna was always thinking of ways to keep him here, to "fatten him up" as she said. It had been about a month and a half ago when she had finally deemed him fit to be out of the house, and about a month ago when he had started helping Tekir in the fields. He was weeding a patch of beans when he looked up to see a group of soldiers marching out the castle gates. Link asked, "What are those soldiers doing? I thought it was peace time."

Sighing, Tekir replied, "It is, techinically. All the races of Hyrule have been keeping mostly to themselves for some fifty years now, but there's been talk of, " he lowered his voice, "the Gerudo. You see, the Gerudo are a race of female thieves, who only give birth to a male to be their king once every hundred years. Well, their new king was born about twenty years ago, so his coronation should either come very soon, or has already happened. And, " Tekir lowered his voice even more, "there's been rumors that he isn't completely right in the head. They're saying he might try something, after all these years of peace. Do you know what they're saying he's going to try to steal?"

Link thought a bit...no, it couldn't be...

His voice now only a whisper, Tekir hissed, "The Triforce! Holy relic of the Three Goddesses!" Then, seeming to catch himself, he quickly said, "Not that I listen to such rumors."

But Link wasn't listening to Tekir anymore, instead turning back to his weeding, and pondering over this new information.

'That's right, this is only ten years before my time. Ganondorf should be alive, and from the looks of it, his actions ten years from now aren't his first attempts to steal the Triforce. Maybe Destiny sent me back in time to prevent Ganondorf from stealing the Triforce the first time, or even to kill him right now when his powers haven't fully manifested yet and prevent the whole thing from happening in the first place.' Link was still puzzled though. 'But if that's the case, why didn't she just do this from the start, and save the people of Hyrule from so much pain and suffering? Why doesn't she just have someone from this time stop Ganondorf? She must be powerful enough to ensure success if she can send me back in time so easily. Besides, isn't my being here a possible danger to the timeline? What is she planning to do?' Sighing, Link broke off his thoughts and tried to concentrate on his current task instead.

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Ganondorf sat still and silent on his throne. There was always a pair of bodyguards at his side, but they might have been invisible for all the attention he paid them. He was thinking hard, and everybody knew not to disturb them. Earlier that day, he had been looking through the records in the library, hoping to chance upon a new spell to learn or more historic texts. As he was pulling a book off the shelf, another fell on to the ground next to him. Somehow, it managed to land so that it opened perfectly to the very center of the book. He had been about to shut it and put it away, when a passage caught his eye.

Sitting on his throne, Ganondorf was pondering that very passage.

"The Triforce...a magical relic able to grant the desires of whoever should be able to unlock the gates of the Sacred Realm..."

As long as he could remember, his people had not been faring well. Despite the supposed agreement of peace made by all the tribes in Hyrule, the other races were still inclined to look down their noses at what they deemed a heathen race, made of thieves and whores. The Desert was not suited for growing crops on which they could subsist, and it was inconvenient to have to trade for all their food, which had usually spoiled by the time it had gotten to them from across the vast Hyrule field. If there was some way to gain this Triforce, he might be able to help his people, like he always dreamed he would as a young boy.


"One half of the Key to the Sacred Realm is the Master Sword, forged by the Goddesses at the beginning of the time, lighter than air, stronger than diamond. The other is a lad with hair as gold as the sun, eyes as blue as the summer sky, with the courage of a hundred men, and with a heart more pure than newly fallen snow. Only he will be able to free the Master Sword from its pedestal...and open the gate to the Sacred Realm."

Blond hair, blue eyes, a Hylian by the sound of it, and even among Hylians those with both blond hair and blue eyes were rare. If he could find such a person, perhaps he could make his dream a reality. This was most definitely the chance of a life time.

'Still,' he thought, 'it's quite strange how the book happened to land right on that page...'

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In the gray room, that was once featureless, there sat a large loom. On it, there was a half finished tapestry. It's design kept changing; a breathtaking sunset, a cool forest meadow, a battle between the Goron and Zora people, a house burning to cinders. It wasn't possible to see the picture changing, until it actually did, and you suddenly realized that the flower you had been gazing at was suddenly a blast of flame rushing from a dragon's mouth.

In front of the loom sat Destiny; gray, ageless, unchanging. She wove with skill far above the greatest weavers Hyrule had ever known, her fingers flying, the shuttle bobbing and weaving, but the tapestry never seemed to get any longer. She paused and cocked her head, as if she were listening to a distant sound. She smiled, a smile that wasn't entirely friendly.

"Mortals are so fun to play with."

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To be continued...