Prologue - A Bedtime Story

"C'mon, Grandma!" the little boy chirped, tucked up in his bed. "Tell me a story! Please?"
The old woman laughed, ruffling her grandson's golden blonde hair. "Alright, little one... Which one?"
"Um." he thought. "I don't know. Can you tell me a story you haven't told me before?"
She nodded, thinking. "Alright." she paused, then smiled. "Ah. You'll like this one," she said, leaning towards him. "This is a story my grandmother told me."
The little boy leaned forward, interested already.
She cleared her through, and began: "Once, long ago, there was an ancient kingdom, favored above all others by the Gods. It was a very prosperous kingdom, blessed with tall mountains, green fields, and peace.
"One day, an evil man, going by the name Mandrag Ganon, took the Golden Power, the power of the Gods, for himself. Using its might, he spread darkness across the kingdom. Then, when all hope had died, and Ganon seemed to have won."
"Then what?" her grandson interrupted. "What happened?"
She coughed. "I was just getting to that." She sighed a little, and continued.
".A boy dressed in green appeared, as if from nowhere. Wielding the Blade of Evil's Bane, he sealed the dark one away and gave the kingdom light.
"Then, as suddenly as he had appeared, the kingdom's Hero simply vanished. Nobody knew where he had gone, and nobody cared, as the darkness had been forever sealed away.
"Or so they thought. Centuries later, the darkness once again crept up from the bowels of the earth, eager to resume its evil designs. The people thought that the Hero would return to save them. But he did not appear.
"Faced by an onslaught of evil, the people could do nothing but appeal to the Gods. As their doom grew nigh, they left their lives in the hands of fate."
The boy waited for her to continue, but she didn't. "What happened then?" he prompted her.
"No one knows," she said, ominously. "Some say the Gods sealed the country away. Others say it was destroyed. But, one thing we do know is, the Hero DID return. eventually, after many thousands of years. And he has returned every few thousand years to again stop this great evil."
"Is that story true, Grandma?"
The old woman chuckled. "Of course not, little one, it's only a story."
"Oh." he said, looking a little disappointed.
She smiled at him. "It's a good story, though, isn't it?"
"Yeah!"
She paused. "You were named after the Hero, you know." she said, before standing up straight suddenly, making the boy jump. "Well, goodnight Link. Sweet dreams." she turned off the light, and Link closed his eyes, swiftly drifting off to sleep.