Seven years had passed. It had been seven years since that day when
Link, the young Kokiri boy, had pulled the Master Sword from the Pedestal
of Time. In this time, Link's courage had exterminated evil wherever it
appeared and Zelda and he matured normally just as they would have as if
Ganon had never came. But the seeds of evil had already been sown and had
been germinating for seven years inside those the goddesses chose to save
the citizens of Hyrule.
Link wearily stepped off his boat onto the docks. He hated sailing. He would much rather be riding across the seas of green on Epona's back. Link had just returned from assisting the denizens of Catalia with a minor moblin problem. After facing hordes of Ganon's hellish minions, a clan of moblins was little effort. Link started for Hyrule, Lon Lon Ranch in particular, to retrieve his companion, wondering if there was anyone left for him to test his skills against, anyone that would pose a challenge to his battle hardened experience. Link arrived at the ranch at sunset. The sun was spreading its fire across the darkening sky. He trodded up the slope to the horse corral searching for life. He couldn't find Malon anywhere, so he made a silent vow to return some other day to thank her for keeping his friend while he was away. He patted Epona's head and caressed the horse's side as he threw the saddle onto the beast's back. "Good to see you again, old friend," he said as he jumped onto the saddle. The horse whinnied in response as Link enjoyed the feel of the wind on his face once again.
That night, Link dreamt. As the dream appeared, it was as if he were actually awake, the dream flowing through his subconscious almost more real than reality itself. In this dream he saw himself, but yet not. The face and body were identical, but the vestments and equipment were more like twisted, evil forms of his own. Then he saw himself fighting this figure, neither appearing the stronger. Link shivered in his bed as his mind flashed. In his next vision he saw the figure standing over him, laughing. Then a sword, as black as night, shot towards his head. Link awoke, breathing heavily and enveloped in a cold sweat. His brain and heart throbbed. He felt abused and beaten. He slept no more that night.
Link wearily stepped off his boat onto the docks. He hated sailing. He would much rather be riding across the seas of green on Epona's back. Link had just returned from assisting the denizens of Catalia with a minor moblin problem. After facing hordes of Ganon's hellish minions, a clan of moblins was little effort. Link started for Hyrule, Lon Lon Ranch in particular, to retrieve his companion, wondering if there was anyone left for him to test his skills against, anyone that would pose a challenge to his battle hardened experience. Link arrived at the ranch at sunset. The sun was spreading its fire across the darkening sky. He trodded up the slope to the horse corral searching for life. He couldn't find Malon anywhere, so he made a silent vow to return some other day to thank her for keeping his friend while he was away. He patted Epona's head and caressed the horse's side as he threw the saddle onto the beast's back. "Good to see you again, old friend," he said as he jumped onto the saddle. The horse whinnied in response as Link enjoyed the feel of the wind on his face once again.
That night, Link dreamt. As the dream appeared, it was as if he were actually awake, the dream flowing through his subconscious almost more real than reality itself. In this dream he saw himself, but yet not. The face and body were identical, but the vestments and equipment were more like twisted, evil forms of his own. Then he saw himself fighting this figure, neither appearing the stronger. Link shivered in his bed as his mind flashed. In his next vision he saw the figure standing over him, laughing. Then a sword, as black as night, shot towards his head. Link awoke, breathing heavily and enveloped in a cold sweat. His brain and heart throbbed. He felt abused and beaten. He slept no more that night.