The Legend of Zelda belongs to Shigeru Miyamoto, not me.
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And so it was, in this age of darkness and light.
When Hyrule was dark and, at the same time, bright.
It came to pass, in this world of golden fairy-tale lore,
In this world of adventures and olden-day yore,
On this storm-ridden, cloudy, Hylian morn –
Under the light, a hero was born.
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But danger was near, and Calaria knew it well.
She could just feel death's tolling knell.
So she hid in the night, and upon the forest bestowed
Her firstborn son, her youthful one, and returned to the road.
Calaria and Malwen fled that night,
Their features lined in silver light.
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They raised him as one of their own – a forest boy, in the land of the eternal young.
They gave him a fairy for a friend, though they he knew fate's toll had rung.
The boy made friends with a Kokiri nearby –
Saria, the Sage of the Forest, destined never to die.
He lived with them, though he simply knew he was a stranger.
He felt as the prey of some over-hanging danger.
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And so came the day when adventures were near,
The day when the boy would come to face his fears,
The day when the Deku Tree called him by his side,
The day when time would no longer bide.
The boy changed that day, in that age, in that time –
For he was, and always would be, Hero of Time.