Prologue
(Disclaimer: I don't own legend of Zelda, Link, Gannon, or any of the other classic names used here. really the only thing that I own in this is the plot, and that was based off of the old plots... oh, and all of the characters that I made up. You'll know who I'm talking about when you see them, so don't steal them! Some of the things in here don't follow the games exactly, so don't expect everything to be the same as you're used to.)
Every few generations on this globe, there rises a need for a legendary hero to protect it. Clad in green, these great men have overcome the most overwhelming of odds to unveil the darkness shadowing the land. For each hero there has been a single villain, one that goes by the name: Gannon. Once again this evil has been resurrected, and the ancient cycle begins anew.
"Mila! Where is Mila!" The priests and acolytes were startled awake by a young page running through the halls of the high temple of Din "Where is high priest Mila!" The young page, his Blue, rain soaked, tunic is badly worn, bangs on every door along the way as he passes down the corridor, eventually collapsing on the floor in front of a closed set of doors, the gold script etched onto the door was old Hylian. The High priest of Nayru probably wouldn't be able to decipher that. The page thought- Rather frivolously. He scolded himself immediately, he'd never be promoted to acolyte if he thought like that. The ornate doors opened to reveal a man that looked as old as the scriptures themselves.
"What do you want, my child?" The man spoke steadily, with a confidence usually only found in a much younger man
"The temple of Nayru, It's been overrun by moblins, they were led by a giant monster, The elder sent me shortly before the enemy moved on. You have to get out, take the ruby." The boy's voice was scared and unsteady, like a trapped keese.
The High priest didn't seem too worried about the fact that a huge army was about to march upon his lives work, if anything he seemed relieved. "So, he's back, is he? Child, What is your name?"
Just as the boy was about to answer though a massive axe clove straight through the stone wall, smashing the priests head like a melon. The child was so frightened that he forgot to scream as a huge half pig half man monster strode through the gaping hole. The axe it held- now covered in the blood of one of the 4 most important people in hyrule- shone evilly in the torchlight. "Moblins!" The child yelled, so loud it startled the beast and made the poor boy fall down. Scrambling backwards he took another look at the beast. Its horn, spiraled with the same blue warpaint as was on its face, was sharpened to a razor sharp point, the other was identical, on the rags it wore to keep itself warm in the rain there was a crest repeated numerous times: a black sword curved outwards on both edges in front of three yellow triangles. "What in the name of nayru," the boy said, trying desprately to get away from the pig beast, "The only person to be disrespectful enough to place the triforce in their own crest is... Goddesses no." What happened next the bo y could not remember, the beast hit him in the head with a large stone before being impaled upon one of the temple guards spears. All that he can remember is three words, a battlecry shouted by the moblin: Long live Gannon!