Prologue

The purpose of the Trio of Time was originally thought to be just to ensure the purity of the bloodlines of the Triforces of Courage, Power, and Wisdom, and to go back into time to make sure the lines were allowed to pass on, but, as the brilliant ignorance of all earthly races never ceases to amaze, an error in translation was made in the scrolls. Legend has it that if (and in this case, when) the three Triforces were brought together, a great evil would be released to stabilize the offset concentration of good and evil. In other words: another great battle was near.

It has been just past one year since Tiger's drifting at sea and the fight with the Nightmare seemingly within his subconscious. While he was gone, Mitchell and April have married and has settled at a horse ranch just outside Stillwater, Oklahoma. Within one week of returning to his home state, Tiger's house had burned down, leaving him only with his truck, his sword and shield, and the clothes on his back, which, ironically, was the same clothes he wore when he left, but that is beside the point. Saddened, Mitchell and April bought Tiger a double-wide trailer and set it halfway across their property near a large pond. This really has no main use, except to set the scene, so onward, ho.

Tiger was sitting in his recliner when his cell phone rang. He picked it up and hit a green button, lifting it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Tiger, this is Mitchell. Get over here, there's a situation back in Hyrule, the moblins are rising up against the castle, and the King needs our help..."

Chapter One: The Darkness Closes In

Have you ever seen those movies where the battlefield is shrouded in mist right before the battle at dawn? Tents everywhere, men sharpening their weapons, strapping on their armor, preparing for war? This was exactly what it was like at the Hylian battlecamp. They were stationed among the Hylian border of the wasteland beyond the Lost Woods, in a small meadow. The King riding up on horseback taking a look at his men alongside Link, whom was appointed as a commander temporarily after a guerilla-style skirmish. They inspected the archers as they loaded their quivers with bows to the point of one of them bursting apart. The infantry sharpened their spears and swords to the sharpest possible. In the stables, horses were being clad with armor to protect them from the large lances of the moblin hoards. Soon, they came upon a small tent on the outskirts of the camp, inside were two men and two women, and guess who they were? Mitchell and Tiger, putting on their armor and sharpening their weapons, while Zelda and Impa were preparing to move back towards the castle.

"I am greatly thankful for you two coming here on such short notice." The king said. "It's been three months since this meaningless uprising started, and we're already weary to the point of us needing to end this now."

"No need to thank us, your majesty." Mitchell replied. "It's what we're here for."

Tiger continued where Mitchell left off. "Besides, you know we can't let a chance like this pass us by. Personally, I've been itching for some action."

A messenger came from behind and spoke something in Hylian. The king nodded and looked to Impa and Zelda. "You two head on up to the castle where April is, the moblins are within vision, coming from the south." Nodding, they arose with what little supplies the duo brought, and walked out of the tent. Before walking out, however, Zelda gave Link a soft-yet-quick kiss on the lips before climbing on the horse and riding north to the castle. Link blushed beet red, while the king looked on in shock and awe, and Tiger and Mitchell laughed menacingly.

"Looks like Linky-poo DOES have a soft spot." Tiger mocked while they cracked up laughing.

That's when the highest ranking general, General Treal, walked up. "If you two are QUITE finished..."

The king nodded. "Yes, it is time to prepare for battle. EVERYONE FALL IN!"

The remaining of the moblin hoard ranked up roughly 300 yards away from camp, pounding their war drums and screaming in a demonic fashion. This obviously made the soldiers nervous, considering this was the largest mob of moblins (no pun intended) any army has faced in Hylian history, 4,000 strong. Compared to the 10,000 Hylian troops, this was quite a task to undertake, considering a moblin could easily take out five infantrymen without so much of a scratch. The King looked towards Link, Tiger, and Mitchell, who were to command the same battalion. "They seem to be very nervous, confidence is low."

Tiger smirked, "I'll take care of that.", and he rode out in front of the troops.

"Dear God," Mitchell muttered under his breath, "he's pulling a Russell Crowe..." Link and the King looked at him with confusion. Mitchell sighed and pointed out to Tiger. "He's paraphrasing something off of a show we saw, just watch."

"Men!" Tiger yelled, "In three weeks I will be back in my own time. Imagine where you'll be, and it will be so. Stick with Link, Mitchell, and me, and you will live! And if you find yourself all alone in the middle of a green field with the sun in your face, do not be troubled! For you are in Paradise, and you're already dead!" The troops laughed and yelled cries of war that would make any lesser army quiver in their boots and wet their pants. "What we do here in life echoes throughout eternity..." With that, Tiger rode back to his previous position and looked at the other three, then at General Treal. "Told you." The general mocked Tiger and rode out where he previously was, giving orders.

The plan was simple, shoot flaming arrows towards the hoard, get them confused and angry, have them charge the front line in a narrow pack, then have 3,000 troops come from behind and annihilate the hoard. With the moblins so packed together, it'd be hard for them to defend from all sides. Once the plan was explained, The three led one thousand a piece into the mist and around.Mitchell was to lead his battalion from the east, Link was to attack from the west, and Tiger directly behind from the south. The southern battalion rode upon unarmored steeds to conceal their positions, but all of them poured pitch behind them. When the ring was ignited, that's when the attack would commence. The drawback, however, was that everyone (save the King, high officers, and royal archers) were at risk for slaughter, for they would have little time and little space to escape should the moblins stampede. It was a risk they had to take.

The moblins gave a hellish warcry and began to march towards the remaining 7,000 troops at the front line, heavy spears and crude swords at the ready. The Hylians charged towards them as well, arrows raining down upon the moblin hoard from all sides, taking about two hundred out from each side. The moblins squeezed together so that the arrows would be out of range, and even then a rogue arrow or two would hit one in the eye or right in the jugular. As the hoard came within one hundred yards, General Treal unsheathed his sword, and gave the signal. "Weapons at the ready!" The Hylians unsheathed their swords almost in unison. "Charge!" he yelled as he led the warriors head first into certain death. He met the moblin general, leaping off of his horse to bypass the spear of his adversary just in time to decapitate him. That's when the two hordes clashed, moblins stumbling into spears and swords, while Hylians flew through the air, some being impaled by spears some ten feet high. By then, 6,000 Hylians and only 2,500 moblins were left, the arrows being more effective then anyone could have ever imagined.

A cry of adrenaline was heard from the west as Link led his troops in, seeing that the fight was going to be harder than they thought, and Mitchell's battalion followed quickly from the east. "What are the doing? THEY ARE BREAKING PROTOCOL!", one of the generals boomed, throwing his telescope against a tree. "Calm yourself," The King replied. "I have faith he knows what he is doing." Meanwhile, as the two battalions joined the clash with the moblins, most had no trouble taking two or three out before being thrown off and almost torn in half by the bluntness and sheer velocity of the moblin blades. However, the battleplan seemed to be working. As the moblins became tighter and tighter, they limited mobility and ability to attack, although then they did, they took out multiple soliders at a time.

One of the soliders from the south became anxious and started to go into battle. Tiger grabbed him by the collar, dragged him off his horse, and dropped him to the ground. "Keep your position men! Our time will come in due time." Then, a reflection caught his eye. It was directly from the King's tent, a sign that the ring was about to be set ablaze. "And there's the sign. Arms at the ready!" The group unsheathed their swords, and Tiger rode to the front. "Men, this is where destiny takes over. Make your peace with God, for some of you WILL fall, it's not a matter of 'if', it's a matter of 'who'!" A royal archer set his arrow ablaze, aimed, and fired towards the ring just before an overthrown moblin spear impaled him and sent him flying to a tree, leaving him suspending there near the King's tent. The arrow hit just within the pitch ring, and the fire encircled the battle.

"CHARGE!" Tiger yelled as he led the final thousand towards the battle, racing against the flames. "Double time! Double time! We're not gonna beat the fire!" He screamed as he caught a fellow rider fall from his horse as it collapsed from a previous injury. He rode back, being left behind from the pack and losing time, picked up the man, and rode at full throttle towards the fight, just as his battalion joined the fray.

"We're not going to make it, sir!" The soldier said.

The flames engulfed them as they hit the fire line. However, the only sustained singed hairs and loss of breath as they flew from the flames, going head first into the final stages of the battle. Half of the Hylian forces has been killed, while an incredible four hundred moblins remained. Tiger jumped from the steed and caught one moblin in the neck, almost taking his head off. He then jumped to another, slashing at one on the way and stabbing the first one right through the top of it's head. He finally got knocked to the ground right next to Mitchell and Link. The three held their blades at each other's throats, each bearing their own cuts and injuries, but then laughed as the realized who the were. The stood back to back, barely evading attack after attack, taking blow after flow after blow, but picking off countless moblins. This continued until the smarter ones stampeded through holes in the blockade of death, limping through the flames, where even there some were taken out, either by previous injury, the flames, or arrows shot by the archers.

The Hylians yelled in jubilation, raising their weapons. Mitchell and Link gave each other a high five with their swords, while Tiger dropped to his knees, being bruised, beat up, and a huge gash in his right shoulder. He stabbed his sword into the ground, closed his eyes, and thanked God for sparing him, being followed by Mitchell. Afterwards, they saw Link kneeling beside them.

"Someday," Link said, "I hope to know about your 'God'."

Tiger and Mitchell just nodded as they helped count the dead. Only 4,000 Hylians survived the bloody battle, and only a few of the moblin uprising barely made it out alive in one piece, and some in multiple. The bodies were ceremoniously buried and marked with their swords. The rest marched up to the royal tent, where the King was awaiting. He commended them, and gave them rewards which, among others, were draft exemption in case of a similar conflict in the future, bonus pay, promotions for at least half, plus a feast at the castle. For Link, he accepted nothing, as per usual, the same with Mitchell and Tiger (except for some fines being pardoned, which they incurred when they busted seven statues while skateboarding through the Castle Town.)

"Link!" cried Zelda as she literally jumped off her horse at full speed, ran towards him, and gently wrapped her arms around him, crying into his chest. "Thank goodness you're alive!"

He closed his eyes and embraced her, stroking her hair, having had her flash before his eyes man times during the battle. He leaned into her ear and whispered. "Will you marry me?" This sent shockwaves through Zelda, and surprise through Tiger and Mitchell as this bombshell was dropped. The King looked on in confusion, until he put two and two together as Link brought out a ring belonging to his mother and slipped it upon Zelda's ring finger. Zelda didn't reply verbally, but rather with a loving kiss. A roar of applause came from the camp, with a 'Git-r-done!' from Mitchell and Tiger.

"This calls for a celebration! A feast at the castle!" The King announced in joy, followed by another cry from the men.

Little did anyone know that among the jubilation and glee, something menacing was lurking in the shadows. One red eye gazed unnoticed upon group, pointing out Tiger. "Yessss...I have found you...After all this time in the void, I have finally found yoooouuu..."