Yeah Zelda! I'm suffering from a huge Zelda relapse and so this story was created. I only have a few chapters done so once I reach the last completed chapter expect gaps between updates. Um... Prologue states the villian and his plan. Ch. 1 states quest part of plot. I'll post that in a couple days. Hope you like it.
Prologue
The moon shines brightly in the black sky. Stars fill every nook and cranny, lighting up the great land of Hyrule. In the mountains surrounding the towing Death Mountain a small home stands. Inside dim light can be seen from the windows. The silhouette of a man scurries by the window. His words could be heard for yards around.
"Maybe this book…" he says to himself as he takes a seat behind his desk. He set a thick, leather bound book in front of him. He opens the book. Ancient text fills every page. A look of slight disappointment creeps upon the man's face. He wasn't expecting this ancient text. Though he knows the words, it'll take more time then wanted to search through its knowledge.
He reads the first few lines on each page. He curses under his breath in anger. He has been searching for over a year for the right spell. Searching through all of his books his master had left him. Yet none hold the spell he needs.
"Damn it!" He yells in frustration as he turns the last page. He lifts the book and tosses the book aside. A loud crash is heard as it knocks over some of his things. "Damn it all!" he yells again. He storms back towards the bookcase. Only a few books stand on it's shelves. The rest lay in a pile by one of the windows.
"Which one is it master…" he mutters, reading the titles of each book. "I know you've performed true necromancy before. I've seen you do it. Where's the book that taught you how…" He mutters again. He pulls a crimson colored book from the top most shelve and sits behind his desk again. This book is written in Hylian so it took him less time to throw it aside in anger.
He mutters under his breath, bringing his arm back. As he stops his muttering he thrusts him arm forward. A ball of lightning shoots from arm and hits the bookcase. The bookcase shatters into millions of burning pieces. The dark wizard waves his hand in front of him and the pieces that stray to close to him seem to be stopped by an unseen shield.
As the pieces settle on the stone ground to burn themselves out the wizard notices the newly made cracks in the wall. Some loose pieces fell but he didn't seem to notice or care. As he was about to turn he noticed a faint light barely shinning through a small hole. This was quiet odd since there was no room on the other side of that wall, only the field.
The wizard cast another spell and blasted the wall again. This time a larger hole was made. The light the wizard had seen was being given off by a portal. The dark wizard smiled. "So master… Your books on necromancy aren't here. Clever. This way if the Kings forces raided your home, they couldn't charge you for practicing the art. Now then… were dose it lead too?" He said softly as he approached the bright portal.
Without hesitating or a second thought, he steeped through the portal. When he walked out he was in another home. The question was, were did this one lie. The wizard walked towards the door and opened it.
Outside he saw the home in a small field like the other. But unlike the other this home was in a forest. Trees laid thickly together ensuring secrecy. The wizard walks back inside. His features were more shown in the new light.
He had the appearance of a Hylian but some features belonged to the Gerudos. His skin was darker then a Hylian's, but lighter then a Gerudo's. His face was very grim, always serious. He was destined to lead the Gerudos for the next hundred years, but abandoned them to learn sorcery and eventually necromancy.
He lights the candle lit chandelier and examines the bookcase filled with books. One of them, holding the information he sought. Wasting no time, the wizard took a book from a self and sat at his master's desk. A crude smile grew on his face. "Finally. Necromancy. This is Master's secret stash." He muttered. He then threw the book aside. His face full of rage. He stormed to the bookshelf and took off another book.
Hours past. The once dark sky is slightly brighter with the rising sun. The wizard skims through a book. Slower then he had done with the others. He has been searcher all night through the books in this house and the other. He had grown tired from the lack of rest. He turns the page slowly, lying his head on the book. As his eyes begin to shut he catches the title of the new chapter. His eyes widened with disbelief. It spoke of true necromancy.
He was quickly awoken and read through the chapter thoroughly. It spoke of not just rising the dead as Stalchilds or ReDeads, but actually rising the dead and returning them to the form they had while still living. Of coarse they will have no free will and obey the commands given to it by it's conjuror. The wizard began to laugh as he finished the chapter. He would read it over and over again, memorizing each line. But he had done it. He had found the information he sought.
"Finally. With this new found knowledge I shall rule Hyrule. I'll bring back the King of Evil and the Great Wind Sorcerer. With them under my finger Hyrule shall kneel before. All will fear me, the Dark Wizard Manuko!"