Prologue
Within Zora's Domain, father and son stood at the highest point watching the battle below in the water by the great waterfall. The Zoras where in the midst of a great battle. Zora against their own food, fish. Not just any fish, but mutated fish. The battle was a loosing one, unless they could get to the leader. No one knew who the leader was, either he wasn't present, they didn't have one, or he looked exactly like the rest.
"Zora's Domain is doomed, father. The end is near," Zero said sadly to his father, King Zora.
"Thousands have died here, son. Thousands have fought here. Thousands have said that that was the end. Thousands live here today. Thousands were wrong, as you are, my son." King Zora turned swiftly, being quite small for a Zora King.
"I believe what you say, father. But in my heart I know that the end is near."
King Zora stopped abruptly. He said, without turning, "If you were king, I would listen. But be as it may, you are not. You believe what you like."
"I understand, father. I trust you, but can not agree with you. There is no hope. We are very outnumbered, fifty-to-one. We stand no chance." Anger was very apparent in the young Zora's eyes. He starred fiercely at his father.
"There is no hope when all lose faith. So far, you are the only one. All my people believe this is not the end to our kingdom, and that is the same that I believe. Please, Zero, don't dissert me." Zero was amazed that his father called him by his nickname. His real name was Zeramore. His father always called him that. His mother called him Zero when she was alive. She died when he was young. All Zoras called him that.
"You are right, father. But I think it is time we go out separate ways."
"Son, no. You don't mean." Zero nodded his head sadly.
"'Tis time I leave Zora's Domain, and be what I have been told I am."
"What is that, son?"
"Only time will tell, father. Only time will tall."
While his son left the Domain for the last time, King Zora shed a tear for the first time. He whispered to himself, "Thousands have been like you. Thousands died because they believed in the same thing as you. Thousands have lived because they chased the same dream that you do. Good luck, my son. Good luck, Zeramore, son of Zeramine and King Zora. Good luck, Zero!"
* * *
Zero had left everything behind. His father, his friends, his memories of a happy childhood, and the bittersweet memories of his mother. He turned, taking one last look at his beloved home, hid behind the massive waterfall. A tear came to his eye, as do to all heroes who leave their home for the first time. He knew that he was the only one who could defeat the Lord of Evil. He knew he was the only one who could save the Zoras. He knew what his future held. As he turned his back, he thought one thought, Zoras do not deserve to die._
Within Zora's Domain, father and son stood at the highest point watching the battle below in the water by the great waterfall. The Zoras where in the midst of a great battle. Zora against their own food, fish. Not just any fish, but mutated fish. The battle was a loosing one, unless they could get to the leader. No one knew who the leader was, either he wasn't present, they didn't have one, or he looked exactly like the rest.
"Zora's Domain is doomed, father. The end is near," Zero said sadly to his father, King Zora.
"Thousands have died here, son. Thousands have fought here. Thousands have said that that was the end. Thousands live here today. Thousands were wrong, as you are, my son." King Zora turned swiftly, being quite small for a Zora King.
"I believe what you say, father. But in my heart I know that the end is near."
King Zora stopped abruptly. He said, without turning, "If you were king, I would listen. But be as it may, you are not. You believe what you like."
"I understand, father. I trust you, but can not agree with you. There is no hope. We are very outnumbered, fifty-to-one. We stand no chance." Anger was very apparent in the young Zora's eyes. He starred fiercely at his father.
"There is no hope when all lose faith. So far, you are the only one. All my people believe this is not the end to our kingdom, and that is the same that I believe. Please, Zero, don't dissert me." Zero was amazed that his father called him by his nickname. His real name was Zeramore. His father always called him that. His mother called him Zero when she was alive. She died when he was young. All Zoras called him that.
"You are right, father. But I think it is time we go out separate ways."
"Son, no. You don't mean." Zero nodded his head sadly.
"'Tis time I leave Zora's Domain, and be what I have been told I am."
"What is that, son?"
"Only time will tell, father. Only time will tall."
While his son left the Domain for the last time, King Zora shed a tear for the first time. He whispered to himself, "Thousands have been like you. Thousands died because they believed in the same thing as you. Thousands have lived because they chased the same dream that you do. Good luck, my son. Good luck, Zeramore, son of Zeramine and King Zora. Good luck, Zero!"
* * *
Zero had left everything behind. His father, his friends, his memories of a happy childhood, and the bittersweet memories of his mother. He turned, taking one last look at his beloved home, hid behind the massive waterfall. A tear came to his eye, as do to all heroes who leave their home for the first time. He knew that he was the only one who could defeat the Lord of Evil. He knew he was the only one who could save the Zoras. He knew what his future held. As he turned his back, he thought one thought, Zoras do not deserve to die._