Darkie: I've decided to re-write the prologue and first few chapters… Why? Because I can! Anywho, I hope you enjoy the slightly different version of the prologue and first few chapters!

Prologue

Jagwyr, the Palace Librarian of Hyrule Castle, growled in pure frustration as he searched the shelves for a oh-so-elusive book.

"I could've sworn that I had put it here…,"he muttered, running his fingers over the worn spines of the new and ancient books. Every book whispered silently to him, their voices speaking of the secrets they held, begging to be read.

Jagwyr ignored their silent voices, still searching the bookcases. "Maybe it's up higher…"

Many would think (and do think) that he was a bloody ancient old man with a bad back, cane, and a Aries-worthy temper, just by hearing of what he did in the palace. They were wrong however. He was in his late teens, early twenties, not eighties. He did have white hair however, but it wasn't from "stress" or from some strange family hereditary thing, but from an experiment gone awry.

He grabbed the ladder that was attached to the long bookcase and rolled it over to the other end of the shelves, climbing up.

"No, that's not it…," he muttered, hazel eyes flicking over the variety of colors that the books sported. His eyes were drawn to a scorched, leather-bound black book that was hastily shoved onto the top shelf.

"I don't remember that being there…" He reached for the book, only to have the rung of the ladder he was perched on snap. He had previously leant forward to snag the book, so the result was that he half-fell onto the bookcase, causing the entire shelf to wobble dangerously, threatening to topple over.

He landed with a loud thud on the floor, the black book smacking him sharply on the head. Oddly enough, it was the only book that had fell.

Jagwyr winced, rubbing the sore spot on his head. "I don't remember this book…,"he said, picking it up. The book was strangely heavy for its size, even though a large portion of the cover was burnt off and many pages were gone. He open the book to the first page that was readable, discovering that it was a journal of sorts.

Journal Entry ?

March 24th

I've lost how many times I've written in this journal and I haven't the time to figure it out. Too many things have been happening… But, that is not of any importance now… There are more important matters at hand. I can feel a evil aura slowly creeping into the land. I fear that the ancient legends may be true. If they are, I do now that the Evil will be driven back by the Hero spoken of. But the few that know of the prophecies doubt that the Hero will be on our side, being referred to as the Hero of Darkness. Will the Hero come? Even the old soothsayers aren't sure. " 'Our sight is clouded by the Evil,' " they say. " 'No matter how hard we try, the Barrier blocks our view. But we do know

Jagwyr tilted his head, confused. The rest the entry wasn't written, as if the writer had been forced to stop. He flipped the book over, glancing over the date written on the back. "This thing is at least five hundred years old! I'm surprised it isn't dust from the condition it's in…"

He opened the book back to the entry, flipping a couple pages. Two folded pieces of paper fell out from the book. He picked them up, opening the smaller of the two. A nearly unreadable scrawl covered the page, obviously written in haste.

The soothsayer told me this…

'The Hero of Darkness will come, but a horrible fate will befall him one that only we may know. The events that he is to prevent will pass and this land will have no memory of it. The Elements will be locked away and their power will dwindle until only a select few will be able to use their magic. Our time will be forgotten, confined to only what is written in books. Even then, we will only be thought of as a mere legend. We. Will. Be. Forgotten.

I can only hope that they are wrong.

Well, that's the slightly revamped version of the prologue… Which I think is a lot better than the last one. Anywho, I hope that you like it! R&R!