Chapter One: The Holy Blades

"Now now, class…"

A lone teacher tried to speak to her pupils, who were up and about amongst the classroom as usual. However, one could not expect 29 children, varying in height, hair color, and clothing to keep quiet within one small wish. No, she would have to get louder.

"CLASS!" The room would fall silent, and the pupils would take their seats. They knew Mrs. Septim would not take much more after she would admonish the class. "Now, as you know, it is the last day of school, which means Mr. Benedict is going to give another visit!"

The whole class groaned. Mr. Benedict was a very boring man to them. He would always dress in the same clothes: black robe, black hood, leather boots, and a solitary glove covering his right hand. His left, on the other hand, would not be a hand at all. Rather, it was made completely of cold steel. Whenever the children asked him about it, he would always reply with a rather stern "Oh, I lost it in a hunting accident." It wouldn't amuse them one bit. They expected a grand tale, when all they got was the same state-sanctioned history lesson. It did vary, of course, but the government left out all of the exciting details! No bloody battles, no gut-wrenching deaths! No drops of romance, the girls would cry! "But…but ma'am," one boy would cry out. "Mr. Benedict's stories are so…blah! Can't you just hire a new speaker!"

"Yea! Yea!"

"I'm sorry class, but Mr. Benedict is the only historian that is authorized by the King. And as long as he is, he's the onl-"

Lady Septim would not be able to finish her sentence, as the door knob would slowly turn clockwise. Once it stopped, the door would be pushed open, and there would stand the despised man simply known as Mr. Benedict. He would walk in, taking down his hood to reveal his straight brown hair. His nose would be relatively small for a Hylian man, yet his ears would be a tad larger than the average adult male.

"Good morning class!" he would say as he smiled, longing for the equally ecstatic greeting that he had never received from any of the schools.

"Hello, Mr. Benedict…" Some of the class would put their heads down on their desks in boredom. The rest would sit bent over, their groggy eyes about to shut.

"Today, I will tell you all about the legendary Hero of Time!" He would smile, hoping that for once, they would to. Once again, his wish had failed. There was no response this time, only blank stares towards the man who was unusually clothed in black during the midst of the heat wave.

"Now class, Mr. Benedict deserves some respect. After all, he is willing to teach you when he probably has better things to do! You sho-"

As she would admonish the class yet again, the historian would think to himself for a bit. Then, when an idea sparked, he would simply smirk. "How would all of you like to learn about something…non-sanctioned? Something that I shouldn't be teaching you?"

The idea of a forbidden story would immediately cause all the children to light up in glee. Forbidden…just the word would seem like a god to them! They would immediately smile and pay attention to the young man.

"I thought so. Now…"

"Mr. Benedict! You can't do that! You could lose your job!"

"Heh," he would chuckle. "The King himself would pardon me for what I'm about to tell. Do not worry about me; I will have it under control. Now, where shall I begin….Ah, yes."

"Children, I know you were all taught the same thing that your ancestors were taught. The goddesses did indeed come down upon this galaxy, bearing the gifts of land, life, and law. However…did you know that they descended upon this a second time?" The class would shake their heads horizontally, indicating that none of them knew. However, Mr. Benedict expected this thing, as very few people knew of this part of the story. The loss of history is something that happens over time, after all. "Well, upon bestowing the gifts, they ascended into the heavens, letting the world take its course. However, that later proved to be a mistake…"

"A giant would rise from these lands. This giant was not a goron, nor was it Ganon. Rather, it was an even more terrible force. They would call him Kronos, and he was filled with magical power, particularly the power to control time! Using this power, he would start to enslave the other life among the land. Essentially, the law was destroyed. Upon hearing of this, the goddesses would once again come down upon the Sacred Realm. To their surprise, Kronos would be right in front of them, about to capture the Golden Triangles for himself! Din, Farore, and Nayru would split the triangles into three and take their respective emblems. From the Triforce of Power would form a great claymore, which the great Din would wield with both hands. From Courage would form a longsword capable of splitting the toughest armor in two. Last would be Wisdom, which would form another longsword, but this one could split into two. Together, the goddesses would take on the titan."

"The battle would last for years and years. Sometimes the goddesses would get the upper hand, but Kronos would hold it most of the time. In fact, the goddesses were almost defeated! However, their blades would merge into one! This sword would contain the properties of both light and dark. Essentially, it would be composed of conflicting forces. With one swing from Din, Kronos would be banished into a different realm, where he would never return. The Triforce would reappear, and the blades would disappear into the earth. Upon this, the goddesses would leave once again, as with the law restored, they would not be needed…at least, not yet."

They would all be speechless. The entire class would say nothing, which would leave Mr. Benedict worried that he had bored them to death again. However, a lone boy, having to have just started school not long ago, would stand up and force his hands together in the form of a clap. Then, an older girl would rise. Then another. And another! Soon, the entire class would be giving Mr. Benedict a standing ovation! It was interesting, it was bold, and it was DIFFERENT! At the site of their cheer, Mr. Benedict himself would be gleeful. Not once before had he seen a single child so interested in the history of the state! Oh, he would grin from ear to ear, letting out an occasional chuckle.

"Tell us more!" they would yell. "Tell us more!"

He would sigh and turn his smile upside-down, "I'm sorry children, but it is a quarter till noon, and you must eat lunch and learn your arithmetic! That is much more important than a silly man talking about what happened in the past. You all need to focus on th-"

"Not necessarily," interjected Mrs. Septim. "Today's math is merely review. If you could just wait till they finish eating, I'm sure they'd let you tell more. How about it, class?"

"Yay! Mr. Benedict, please stay!" They would all yell out in unison, even those not interested in history. Math was generally the class's least favorite subject, and they would accept ANYTHING to get it not to be taught, even if it had to be a boring man from the castle.

"I…I would be delighted…" He was shocked at the proposal, but more so at the response. Yet, he could not deny the children the gift of knowledge, particularly if they wanted.

"Okay class. Lunch hour is upon us! Come back at 12:45 so Mr. Benedict can start immediately. Dismissed!" The class would then rush out of the schoolhouse, running to their respective homes so their mothers could feed them. "Mr. Benedict, would you like some brandy?"

"…Yes, yes I would." He would only have 45 minutes to prepare a full story, so he pulled out a book and began fact checking, hoping everything was perfect for his extended lesson.