Legend of Zelda: Reign of Terror
NOTE: This fanfic is based on my account of what I believe is the Zelda Timeline, thus this fanfic may not be a true telling of events in the story of The Legend of Zelda, just my mere thought of what took place.
Note: I do not own any piece of Nintendo, or of any of its games including The Legend of Zelda. Although I could answer a lot about the GAMES (other than the CD-i games which even after playing made no sence)
Summary: What happened before Ocarina of Time, who forged the Master Sword? RoT is my fanfic to tell of the dark times before Ocarina of Time, a time when a prophecy is made and a Legend born. A legend of the Master Sword.
Chapter One: The Dark Tower
As the sun sets on a small village of people in Hyrule, a dark man exits the house with the symbol of the Triforce on it. As he walks toward the center of the small village, where a tree stands tall in the amber glow of the sun, he looks toward a dark tower in the north and stares as the sun disappears behind the half built tower. Without noticing a well rounded man in black robes approached the dark figure.
"Lord Ganon, the first tower of your castle should be complete before the end of seven days," the man said as he bowed very low.
"NO, it will be complete and the second will be started by then. If it's not then I will feed all of you to Dodonga in the fiery pits of Death Mountain!" Ganon said as he stared with a dead look of rage at the man.
"Yes Lord Ganon," the man started in a stuttering voice. "We will finish the tower and begin the next in a few days."
"That's better, now go and tell the workers that they must work all night if they want any food for the morning,"
"But, Lord Ganon, they have had no food since this morning. They will begin slacking if their stomachs are not full soon," the man said as he talked with a passion.
"NO," Ganon started, but his anger overcame his power and in a fraction of a second the man that once was standing in front of him had vanished and all that remained was a pile of ash in his stead. "And again they mock me, I will be sure to gather faithful servants for the rest of the castle. Ones that won't need food," and with that he turned with a flick of the dark cloak vanished back into the unlit house.
MEANWHILE, AT THE TOWER CONSTRUCTION SITE.
A single man with a son is working with the metals that are used to forge swords. As they work a man approaches and rushes them back to the construction of the tower.
"Father, I see no use of the swords that we make if we can't use them to overthrow our evil king," a young boy, about the age of ten said as his father handed him a brick to place into the cement.
"Because we must believe in the prophecy. He said that when the day comes a sword will be forged by one and wielded by another to strike down all of those who have black hearts, and if anyone has a black heart it's Ganon," the father said as him and his son forced the piece of brick into the cement.
"Rammu! Rammu, we need you over here. This brick is half Goron Ruby and we can't crack it," a voice yells over the crowd of clinking and clanking of the workers.
"Ok, here I come," he yelled in the direction of the voice and then turned to his son. "You stay here and finish this; I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Ok," the son replied as he looked toward the village and saw lights breaking the darkness of the night that had just fully set in. "I hope it's food," he whispered to himself as rubbed his growling stomach.
NOTE: This fanfic is based on my account of what I believe is the Zelda Timeline, thus this fanfic may not be a true telling of events in the story of The Legend of Zelda, just my mere thought of what took place.
Note: I do not own any piece of Nintendo, or of any of its games including The Legend of Zelda. Although I could answer a lot about the GAMES (other than the CD-i games which even after playing made no sence)
Summary: What happened before Ocarina of Time, who forged the Master Sword? RoT is my fanfic to tell of the dark times before Ocarina of Time, a time when a prophecy is made and a Legend born. A legend of the Master Sword.
Chapter One: The Dark Tower
As the sun sets on a small village of people in Hyrule, a dark man exits the house with the symbol of the Triforce on it. As he walks toward the center of the small village, where a tree stands tall in the amber glow of the sun, he looks toward a dark tower in the north and stares as the sun disappears behind the half built tower. Without noticing a well rounded man in black robes approached the dark figure.
"Lord Ganon, the first tower of your castle should be complete before the end of seven days," the man said as he bowed very low.
"NO, it will be complete and the second will be started by then. If it's not then I will feed all of you to Dodonga in the fiery pits of Death Mountain!" Ganon said as he stared with a dead look of rage at the man.
"Yes Lord Ganon," the man started in a stuttering voice. "We will finish the tower and begin the next in a few days."
"That's better, now go and tell the workers that they must work all night if they want any food for the morning,"
"But, Lord Ganon, they have had no food since this morning. They will begin slacking if their stomachs are not full soon," the man said as he talked with a passion.
"NO," Ganon started, but his anger overcame his power and in a fraction of a second the man that once was standing in front of him had vanished and all that remained was a pile of ash in his stead. "And again they mock me, I will be sure to gather faithful servants for the rest of the castle. Ones that won't need food," and with that he turned with a flick of the dark cloak vanished back into the unlit house.
MEANWHILE, AT THE TOWER CONSTRUCTION SITE.
A single man with a son is working with the metals that are used to forge swords. As they work a man approaches and rushes them back to the construction of the tower.
"Father, I see no use of the swords that we make if we can't use them to overthrow our evil king," a young boy, about the age of ten said as his father handed him a brick to place into the cement.
"Because we must believe in the prophecy. He said that when the day comes a sword will be forged by one and wielded by another to strike down all of those who have black hearts, and if anyone has a black heart it's Ganon," the father said as him and his son forced the piece of brick into the cement.
"Rammu! Rammu, we need you over here. This brick is half Goron Ruby and we can't crack it," a voice yells over the crowd of clinking and clanking of the workers.
"Ok, here I come," he yelled in the direction of the voice and then turned to his son. "You stay here and finish this; I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Ok," the son replied as he looked toward the village and saw lights breaking the darkness of the night that had just fully set in. "I hope it's food," he whispered to himself as rubbed his growling stomach.