Sorrows
By Leoanda Taylor
Prologue
He didnt care anymore. His body was sore and torn, and he had no where to go.
Malon was out of the question. He didnt want to bother her with his troubles when the ranch was just getting back on its feet. Zelda had been sorting out her country, with the King ill in bed. He wasnt needed here. He'd done his job.
Ganondorf was locked in the Dark Realms, and the Triforces of Courage, Wisdom and Power had owners - even if the owner of the Triforce of power was Ganondorf. Princess Zelda had the Triforce of Wisdom, and he himself had the Triforce of Courage.
Hyrule was once again at peace, and as long as the Master Sword was in its place in the Temple Of Time - which it should be, being he'd the only one who can remove it - Hyrule will be safe from the Dark Realms and anything in it.
Sighing deeply, he decided that maybe if he disapeared, he'd beable to go on living an adventures life. He was only a tool. No matter how much he tried to convince himself that he wasnt.
Sighing again, he walked towards Lake Hyrlian to clean himself up somewhat. Washing his face in the cold water, he remembered the horrible screams, and shouts of the people that had been murdered, and the monsters screeches that he heard when he had struck them down.
