In time of hero's there was always a nemesis. How can such a hero define
who his nemesis is?
Looking out into the horizon, Link's view was captivated by Zelda's castle. She was teaching classes on magic to mages in training, and so far she has been very successful. A couple of them came out to be big names in the magic world, whilst others were content on using it for personal use. One student, Sylvia Garnieah, has been rumoured to be the most powerful mage under 15. She has won many tournaments for her age group and has just recently been entering adult competitions. Link missed his youthful days with Zelda, but for the moment he was content with the occasional visit he gives her. He shook his head to wipe the memories from his thoughts, and tried to get to the task at hand.
Brushing his thick, shortish blonde away from his face, and took his green long hat off for a moment to scratch his head. The reason for all the head scratching was that no one was in the field. No one setting up, no ambitious tourist ready to take in all he or she can get, no one. The field's grass was a soft orange after bouncing of the warm sunset, the tree's were moving back and forth with the gentle breeze." Where was everyone?" Link thought to himself. He checked his diary that was in his bag and yes it was Tuesday. Where could everyone be? Looking over towards the castle link noticed a strange light coming from the courtyard in the castle. Jagged blue bolts were hurling upwards towards the grey sky that seemed to surround it. The bolts seemed wild and vigorous and danced with the magic that pulsed through them wildly. There was no doubt in Links fragile mind that evil was afoot.
Pursing his gloved fingers to his chafed lips, Link took a deep breath and let a whistle fly into the mystical wind. A high pitch whistle it was, and it travelled through the air sharply, as if to pierce the airwaves around it. Shifting his attention to Lon Lon ranch, Link noticed that the residence looked fairly calm and peaceful, unlike the storm that seemed to be brewing around him. Again moving his hair away from his 17 year old, green eyes, Link's heed caused him to sway his neck to the left, where he noticed something travelling with great pace and elegance.
Epona the brown horse galloped under the stormy skies that is constantly consuming Hyrule field. Her fine brown coat was covered partly by her beautiful saddle, which had the Triforce crest engraved on the top. Her body moved gracefully yet surged with strength; she was easily the fastest Horse in the ranch. "Here girl!" Link yelled out, and was the greeted by a sudden lick to the face.
Drawing his master sword, which glistened in the morning light, Link climbed upon Epona and clicked his heels against her lightly to get her going. As they drew close to the castles drawbridge, Link's thoughts were trying to grasp the situation. Who is behind this? Where are the townspeople? Is it Zelda? Gannondorf? It was unlikely to be Zelda, as the magic seemed to be uncontrolled and evil. But how could it be Gannondorf? He was locked away for good, by the most powerful magic in existence.
Entering the Castles market area, Link's mouth opened in astonishment. He trembled with fear. His fingertips wet numb in shock. Epona seemed somewhat scared as well, as her hooves were slowly backtracking in the direction they entered from. Thousands of faces, from the fat to the skinny, to the young to the old, to the rich to the poor, where staring inanimately towards him. The colour in their skin looked drained, and their expressions were sad and mournful. They were not moving at all, in fact they even looked frozen by some sort of curse.
The market place was a popular destination for the hyrulians. Many people will gather around to buy something at a stall or see one of the performers (which happened to be Link's job). During the holidays, the place was chock- a-block full. No, there were too many people here. Epona couldn't walk through there was too many people. Every person in Hyrule must be staring blankly at the entrance.
Link faced Epona to the exit and slapped her on the back, Epona responded by galloping out into the field. Edging past all the statuesque people, a noise caught Link's attention. It was tiny little footsteps. Link cupped his hand to his ear and realised it was the noise of small paws treading on stone. A brown figure, which was on all fours, reaching 40 centre metres in hight ran past the frozen legs of the people. "Hello?" Link called out. Besides his own voice echoing of the walls around him, he heard nothing. Suddenly something pounced on him, causing him to fall over.
After his face had been licked over and over, causing his face to be dripping with saliva, Link got up and looked at whom the tongue belonged to. A set of blue eyes stared back at him. A dog! A small terrier was standing on Link, who was on his back, panting like mad. Link scrambled to his feet. And inspected it.
Grabbing the dog's red collar Link found a shiny gold pendent hanging off it. It read "Cornell" (Yes, yes, named after Soundgarden's Chris Cornell - Author). "Come here Cornell" Link asked commanded politely in tone. The dog panted enthusiastically. Patting the dog lightly, Link shook his head and redirected his motives to the problem at hand. Link took out his normal leather boots from his bag and changed into them, just to give him that little more speed. Walking up the stairs, Link looked at the dirt path and ran down it. He was fierce as he was confused.
Looking out into the horizon, Link's view was captivated by Zelda's castle. She was teaching classes on magic to mages in training, and so far she has been very successful. A couple of them came out to be big names in the magic world, whilst others were content on using it for personal use. One student, Sylvia Garnieah, has been rumoured to be the most powerful mage under 15. She has won many tournaments for her age group and has just recently been entering adult competitions. Link missed his youthful days with Zelda, but for the moment he was content with the occasional visit he gives her. He shook his head to wipe the memories from his thoughts, and tried to get to the task at hand.
Brushing his thick, shortish blonde away from his face, and took his green long hat off for a moment to scratch his head. The reason for all the head scratching was that no one was in the field. No one setting up, no ambitious tourist ready to take in all he or she can get, no one. The field's grass was a soft orange after bouncing of the warm sunset, the tree's were moving back and forth with the gentle breeze." Where was everyone?" Link thought to himself. He checked his diary that was in his bag and yes it was Tuesday. Where could everyone be? Looking over towards the castle link noticed a strange light coming from the courtyard in the castle. Jagged blue bolts were hurling upwards towards the grey sky that seemed to surround it. The bolts seemed wild and vigorous and danced with the magic that pulsed through them wildly. There was no doubt in Links fragile mind that evil was afoot.
Pursing his gloved fingers to his chafed lips, Link took a deep breath and let a whistle fly into the mystical wind. A high pitch whistle it was, and it travelled through the air sharply, as if to pierce the airwaves around it. Shifting his attention to Lon Lon ranch, Link noticed that the residence looked fairly calm and peaceful, unlike the storm that seemed to be brewing around him. Again moving his hair away from his 17 year old, green eyes, Link's heed caused him to sway his neck to the left, where he noticed something travelling with great pace and elegance.
Epona the brown horse galloped under the stormy skies that is constantly consuming Hyrule field. Her fine brown coat was covered partly by her beautiful saddle, which had the Triforce crest engraved on the top. Her body moved gracefully yet surged with strength; she was easily the fastest Horse in the ranch. "Here girl!" Link yelled out, and was the greeted by a sudden lick to the face.
Drawing his master sword, which glistened in the morning light, Link climbed upon Epona and clicked his heels against her lightly to get her going. As they drew close to the castles drawbridge, Link's thoughts were trying to grasp the situation. Who is behind this? Where are the townspeople? Is it Zelda? Gannondorf? It was unlikely to be Zelda, as the magic seemed to be uncontrolled and evil. But how could it be Gannondorf? He was locked away for good, by the most powerful magic in existence.
Entering the Castles market area, Link's mouth opened in astonishment. He trembled with fear. His fingertips wet numb in shock. Epona seemed somewhat scared as well, as her hooves were slowly backtracking in the direction they entered from. Thousands of faces, from the fat to the skinny, to the young to the old, to the rich to the poor, where staring inanimately towards him. The colour in their skin looked drained, and their expressions were sad and mournful. They were not moving at all, in fact they even looked frozen by some sort of curse.
The market place was a popular destination for the hyrulians. Many people will gather around to buy something at a stall or see one of the performers (which happened to be Link's job). During the holidays, the place was chock- a-block full. No, there were too many people here. Epona couldn't walk through there was too many people. Every person in Hyrule must be staring blankly at the entrance.
Link faced Epona to the exit and slapped her on the back, Epona responded by galloping out into the field. Edging past all the statuesque people, a noise caught Link's attention. It was tiny little footsteps. Link cupped his hand to his ear and realised it was the noise of small paws treading on stone. A brown figure, which was on all fours, reaching 40 centre metres in hight ran past the frozen legs of the people. "Hello?" Link called out. Besides his own voice echoing of the walls around him, he heard nothing. Suddenly something pounced on him, causing him to fall over.
After his face had been licked over and over, causing his face to be dripping with saliva, Link got up and looked at whom the tongue belonged to. A set of blue eyes stared back at him. A dog! A small terrier was standing on Link, who was on his back, panting like mad. Link scrambled to his feet. And inspected it.
Grabbing the dog's red collar Link found a shiny gold pendent hanging off it. It read "Cornell" (Yes, yes, named after Soundgarden's Chris Cornell - Author). "Come here Cornell" Link asked commanded politely in tone. The dog panted enthusiastically. Patting the dog lightly, Link shook his head and redirected his motives to the problem at hand. Link took out his normal leather boots from his bag and changed into them, just to give him that little more speed. Walking up the stairs, Link looked at the dirt path and ran down it. He was fierce as he was confused.