Now here's a sentence you've never seen before. I don't own places in hyrule, characters from the game, or even storyline points from the game. I made up a bunch of the characters, and it should be clear who they are. thank you come again. w00t.

Chapter 1

If you happened to walk past the village on Lake Hylia, you would think nothing of it.

A small, busy town on the edge of a lake. However, if you were to move in and spend some time with the people of Lakeland (what they have called themselves), you would see in no time that this was not an ordinary town at all, but more of a self-existing community. For now, I leave you with a young girl, around the age of 10, making her way down to the water's edge...

"Miriam, where are you going?" a worried voice cried out over the bickering of three small children.

"Just to the beach to check the traps mom, goodness! It's not like I could wander off and get lost, even if I wanted to!"

"Fine, just come back inside as soon as you can. I need your help..." she stopped, looking around the small cottage, "with everything!"

Nine houses made up this small community, all masterfully designed and constructed. The people were lucky that carpentry was one of Kakariko's chief careers. Yes, I did say Kakariko. These self-sufficient people haven't resided here their whole lives. They come from a town across Hyrule that no longer exists, except in the memories of these Survivors. Survivors of one of the most devastating attacks that village had ever sustained. The people were driven out by magicians and creeps, strange creatures that had never been seen in Hyrule before. The escapees ran along Hyrule field until they came to this strange lake that has become home to them for 12 years. This would seem like not so bad of a situation, but for the fact that they were trapped there by a wall, and it seemed to some of them, a little bit of magic. The enemies had sealed them in, for reasons unknown.

"Miriam! Joseph just fell out of his chair and my arms aren't available right now! Help!"

The oldest of four children, Miriam was often called upon by her mother to help around the house, and she had matured very quickly for her age, having so much responsibility. Her father hadn't made it out of Kakariko that day, and they had four children and another on the way. Miriam immediately realized that she would almost have to be a second mother to these children, because a pregnant woman isn't always the most willing to keep track of three small boys.

"There there Joe, it's all right." Miriam tried to comfort the boy of six. "You're not even bruised. This is nothing compared to the time you fell out of that tree. You were sore for days!"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a man poked his head inside. "Helen?"

"Yes? I'm a little busy right now!" she answered, frustrated that she could not find Tutor, the five year old mischeif-maker.

"I think you'd better come see this. Quick." There was a sense of urgency and angst in the man's voice.

"I'm sorry Glaibert, what is it?" she asked, sounding a little worried.

"Well you know the fish traps we have set on the west bank of the lake?"

"Of course, Glaibert, we've had them for ten years, get to the point!"

"Well ma'am, they're gone." Glaibert sighed, as if delivering that news had taken a great deal out of him.

Helen let out a sigh, but her's was of relief. "Thank goodness, I thought something serious had happened! Miriam, go with your friend Sa'tar and fetch the spare wood from the town storage, because you have some trap building to do."

"Therein lies the problem, marm, you see, well..."

"Yes Glaibert? I hate it when you stutter."

"You see... the wood...the food, clothes...everything that was in that shed... umm.." He paused and looked almost in despair.

"What do you mean was? Tell me what happened!"

"It's gone too."

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Stolton walked cautiously into the throne room of Hyrule Castle, and bowed at the king's feet.

"Oh get up." said the king, head in his hands. "Nobody should be bowing to me. I haven't done anything worth rememberance. Nothing."

Mortimas, the king of hyrule, had been in a sort of great depression over the last couple days. Nothing had happened that needed his attention, so he had time to think about all the terrible things he had done, or the good things he hadn't.

A look of hope crept onto Stolton's face as he remarked, "Sire, you did...plant a wonderful garden where the Inn used to be! Now sire, that garden was really...."

"Do you mock me?" The king sat up and looked very angry for a second, then remembered his depression. "I probably couldn't even manage to punish you. I'm just a failure as royalty."

Mortimas had lost numerous battles in the last few years, most of them trivial to the future of the kingdom, but soldiers were lost and he felt personally responsible for every one of them.

"Now Sire, I'm sure you'll get a chance to prove that you can lead this people. The time will come" Stolton sincerely hoped that would cheer the king up. He hated seeing him like this.

Mortimas looked up, right into his page's eyes. "Do you remember Kakariko village? Ransacked. Destroyed. I could have stopped it. We should have had soldiers there, we knew there was a growing threat, Queen Zelda felt it. No stolton, my chance has come and gone, with me sitting on my hands."

"There was nothing you could..."

"Yes there was!" Mortimas put his head back into his hands, shaking. "I could have listened to my wife. I could have. But I disregarded it. Like a fool."

"Sire, some survivors fled to Lake Hylia, you know that there are still about a quarter of the people left. So...it's not..as...." He was sure this comment would induce the king's wrath even further, so he just stopped talking and braced himself.

"It's not just Kakariko, boy! I've killed the Gorons and Zoras as well. They don't stand a chance...poor innocent souls, sentenced to die by the likes of me..."

Stolton could think of no more to say, and the King and his servant sat and stood respectively for quite some time. A sigh of relief was heard loudly when Stolton heard someone knock on the door. He then realized how loud the sigh had been, apologized, and went to answer the knock. One of the king's captains, Juran Goldhelm, entered, with a look of hurriedness and pride on his chiseled face.

"What is it, Goldhelm?" Mortimas looked almost glad to talk to someone besides the blundering page boy.

Juran bowed, and reported, "Sire, we've just received word that the encampment three miles off the Zora's river has been attacked."

The king sat up hurriedly in his chair. "What? That's impossible, nobody..."

"If I may, sire," Juran interrupted with a smile on his face. "They held off the attack, and we only suffered minor injuries, while the enemy lost half their host. I believe they have underestimated us, and I believe we should try to strike. Fear will be in their hearts!"

Mortimas slowly calmed back down and sunk deeply into thought. After a while, he spoke, "Juran, you've always been the agressive type, most of the time you are a hero for it, but sometimes it could get you into trouble. Now that they know our skills as an army, whoever these creatures are, they will be ready for an attack. They will have fortified. This isn't the time to launch an assault on that seemingly impenetrable fortress. Let us wait and let the enemy make the next move. I don't want to make another mistake."

The fortress that the king spoke was erected about 11 years ago, and spread all the way from kakariko village to the zora's river, sealing both the Gorons and the Zoras in their kingdoms. Not much was known about the state of the two races, but the Gorons were reported as defeated, and possibly extinct. The zoras were figured to still be alive, because they were an intelligent people, with lots of secrets to their lair. But it was only a matter of time.

"But sire, not attacking could be..."

The king cut him off. "I have made my decision, and I shall say it again. We are not going to attack yet. We don't know enough about our enemy. Good day, Goldhelm."

Juran reluctantly bowed and exited the chamber. Stolton wasn't sure what he should be doing, but he just stood at the king's side awaiting orders. It was a while before his majesty said anything.

"How I wish one of my captains was as brave as that hero of time, what was his name....Link. He was the definition of courage, and a simple fellow as well, no titles or anything. If only we had been more cautious, and had the camp well protected, he wouldn't have been assasinated. We could use him right about now. What a king he would have been. I could have done something to prevent his death. But once again, here I sit...."

Stolton realized that if he let the king think too much, he would become ever angrier, so Stolton changed the subject. "I believe it's time for a walk, sire. You've got a lot on your mind. Get some fresh air."

"And hopefully some peace and quiet!" remarked Mortimas, spitefully. "If someone comes looking for me, I'll be in that garden that you speak so highly of."

With that, the king turned his head and slowly trudged off in the direction of the castle courtyard.

Stolton repeated his king's wish to himself.. "I wish that Hero of Time were around to help us now." Just as he was about to turn and go. He heard something. Horses approaching the castle. He knew that sound, for knights rode in and out of the castle grounds. He listened closer, and stopped walking. This wasn't just one horse. It sounded like at least ten, and a carriage. He knew exactly what that meant.

The Queen had returned.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed the stereotypical first chapter. Thanks for the reviews on the prologue.

Aurvandil - thank you.

zelda-rules - my story will be mostly in THIS format. however, I could have some of that style writing mixed in. Flashbacks or whatnot. hm.

huzzah.