This is all just a rough draft,i may come back and adjust, rewrite, add, take away, but it will remain in this structure and body. this is the story i am making of the last reincarnation of Zelda, Link, and Ganondorf.
CHAPTER 1
Link is the name of a young Hylian man. Blue eyes, pale skin, blonde hair tied in a messy bun. His long pointed ears were shared by the Hylian race. Link was raised in Hyrule Castle as an orphan, his mother having passed when he was born. Links father died in service to the royal family, his squad wiped out fighting the creatures within the Darkness. The Darkness is a mist surrounding all of Hyrule. It was first spotted a few years ago, having surrounded the kingdoms, isolating it from the outside world. Any people who entered it were lost; corrupted, turned into monsters and added to the horde.
At a young age, the mark of the Hero of Hyrule made itself known on his hand; the Triforce of Courage. As large the Hyrule population was, word spread about his destiny quickly. He was thrust into classes and training as early as possible. Busy as he was, he still had no trouble making friends and having fun in between lessons.
As a child he was a hard study, easily distracted and lazy. As he grew into a young teenager he found he enjoyed learning about the world around him most. He read about many of the creatures of Hyrule; the Gorons who dwelt within Death Mountain, the guardians of the forrest called the Kokiri, the bird-like people the Rito, a fish-like people the Zora. Hyrule was a diverse place, and with the approaching darkness on the horizon, Hyrule has never been more united.
People seem to flock to him, wanting him to lead. Chief of the royal guard took notice of this trait, and took him under her wing. He was taught by the chief of royal guard how to fight first. In the dojo, he was taught Hylian style hand-to-hand combat. In the armory, she taught him how to defend himself with sword and shield. He was taught basic combat skills as a boy, by the time he became a young adult he was taught more advanced skills with the best of the Royal Knights.
The Priestess was the one to teach him of his destiny and of the royal family heritage. One of the oldest remaining bloodlines, they themselves were blessed by the Goddess Hylia herself. She told him of her favorite myths and legends, like people the size of a shoe called the Minish, who supposedly gave the Hyrule Royal Family the power of Light magic.
Hyrule is in dark times, in the midst of war with the encroaching darkness and the monsters that dwell within it. Their ruler, King Johannes Unity Hyrule has been assassinated on his return from a diplomatic mission with the Gerudo royal family. In the absence of a proper ruler, the royal council handles matters of the kingdom until a new successor is known.
Link, groggy after just being woken up, is looking at a long table used by the Royal Council; The chief of the royal guard, clad in her full plate body armor, her helm resting on the table in front of where she sat. The master of treasury, in his colorful silken robes. The priestess, in her plain white garments, with golden details of her goddess Hylia. The Master Carpenter, Mutoh, standing in the corner of the room with his arms crossed. He had a grey beard. He was impatiently waiting for his mapmaking business partner, Tingle, who comes rushing into the room late as usual, stumbling with his blue prints and maps in hand. The masters of laws and archives whispering their secrets and gossips to one another. The lord admiral and lord justicar pouring themselves a drink from the flagon. A few others Link does not recognize, standing in the back of the room.
The priestess explains to link about his heritage, again, to make sure he is clear about his destiny. "Your spirit has been reborn time and time again, Link. You are here because Hylia has found need of you to combat the evil across Hyrule once again."
One of the people at the back of the room piped up, a bear of a man, massive in stature, great red beard and belly to match. "He is more than ready to fight anything that comes his way! He has been trained in the ways of the sword since he was a boy!"
The chief of the royal guard slammed her fist on the table as she exclaimed, "ready or not, he's just that! a boy! He has no experience! He's been trained by the best of us since he was able to lift a sword, but he hasn't seen a battle! No combat! No wars!"
"We haven't had a war or a battle in fifty years, chief." Reasoned the master of coin, rubbing his soft silken sleeve. "The best opportunity of him receiving combat experience would be to fight any of the monsters in the dark, Hylia knows theres plenty of the beasts."
"We can arm him up tonight!" Bellowed a low, gravely voice.
Link looks to the source of the voice, he sees it is a goron! The first he's seen in real life. Link studies him, remembering what he was taught in the school in Hyrule Castletown. He looks heavy, pebbles grew on his thick leathery yellowish brown skin, like rocks lain upon a mountain. The pebble like growths might be a kind of scar tissue, maybe a kind of acne-like blemish for his people. His species native to the volcanic terrain of Death Mountain, used to intense heat, accustomed to eating rocks and minerals. Their export is usually minerals, armor, weapons, other materials usually found deep in the mountains or volcanic terrain. Their species is closely allied with the Subrosians, short and garbed in hooded robes, usually secluded deep within the caverns. They eat the same minerals and stones as the Gorons, but they can withstand much greater heat. They enjoy bathing in shallow lava pools.
"We can suit him up in the strongest armor with the mightiest war hammer forged by ore found in the depths of Mount Doom!"
"He has a weapon waiting for him." Said the child next to the goron. "It's been waiting for him for a long time, id say it's getting impatient!"
Link studies the child, a little girl in a green tunic with wooden sandals. Her ears were pointy like his, but she looked smarter than she let on.
The map maker, standing in the doorway, explains "you would show him the way, little one?"
"I would!" She grabs Link by the hand and walks out the door.
"... I suppose we are adjourned, then?" Says the Master of Archives.
Link and the girl make their way through the castle, and towards the stables. The chief of the royal guard catches up to them, and offers Link her Hylian shield. "Its stronger than most, and lighter than anything the Goron smiths would make for you. Its not the best in all of the land i'm sure, but it will do you well to have one on you."
Link accepts the soldiers shield, steel with red and golden details on a blue background.
They say their fair-wells and are off. link tries to look at details on their journey, so he can remember how to get back home. He's always had a knack for adventure, always running around the castle chasing the wild cats as a child. He day dreams on the trail into the woods, he is reminded of when he trained with the knight masters as a young boy, getting bruised and bloodied. He trained with a retired warrior, she used to be one of the bodyguards of the royal family. Nimble, she taught him how to dodge, weave, evade and parry first. Knowing how to avoid being hit is more important than hitting.
In his reminiscing he is woken upon their arrival. His child guide speaks, "Do you recognize any of this? No, I suppose you wouldn't, would you? We are deep in the Lost Woods."
Link has read of many species and locations, including the reclusive Kokiri and Koroks who live within the Lost Woods. The Master of Archives made sure Link was well educated about the world he would one day need to save. The Kokiri looked like children, but in fact reached peak maturity at a young age, their appearance not unlike a child the rest of their lives. They could be hundreds of years old and look like a young hylian. Koroks looked stranger still, smaller than their kokiri brethren, skin that was comparable to light grey or light brown bark or paper, They had small rag-doll like limbs, with no neck separating their head from their bodies. Almost every one of the Koroks wore large leaves with small holes on them as masks.
Link sees the little Kokiri come and go from all sorts of beautiful buildings; some wooden, some clay or brick, some build of the living trees. A whole village of Kokiri and Koroks in the woods. Houses, stores, huts, with plant life growing out of the roofs and walls of each building. If Link weren't looking for them he most definitely wouldn't have noticed them. He saw the inhabitants playing with each other, some of the lighter Koroks using some kind of propeller made from a branch to fly high above the ground from branch to treetop.
Links guide hopped off the horse and took its reigns off, letting it go free into the wood. Link follows her along a trodden trail, the people of the wood playfully following them, one of the especially small Koroks stood on his shoulder, wagging a small stick at its friends on the ground.
They came upon a clearing, beams of sunlight came down through the canopy, lighting the grotto. "We're here! I told you he'd come!" The little Kokiri guide announced. Link looks up from the small Koroks on the ground, and notices in the center of the grotto is the massive Great Deku Tree. Almost as tall as Castle Hyrule, its girth was staggering. At the midsection of its bark was a face of sorts, two eyes with what would be bushy eyebrows of leaves, a large nose of protruding bark, a mustache, an a mouth beneath it.
"I had no doubt. The question was never 'if', only 'when'." A mighty voice bellowed across the forrest. "I never tire of conversing with a Hero of Hyrule descendant, i am always excited to see how he has changed. I am the Great Deku Tree, guardian of the Forrest. There is much to tell you, hero."
Link struggles to keep his footing with each rumbling word from the wise watcher of the wood, but he listens. Some leaves rustle away from the Great Deku Trees limbs, little Koroks glide down leaves falling away from him, enjoying every moment. Link learns of the heroes of legend; the hero of time, the hero of the winds, the hero of the wild; so many heroes before him had saved Hyrule before by a great evil, now the spirit of the Hero supposedly resided within him. He is told of the bane of evil, The Master Sword, hidden within the forrest. If he didn't truly have the spirit of the Hero of Hyrule within him, he wouldn't even be able to lift it from its pedestal.
The Great Deku Tree lifts his mighty root on one side of the grotto, revealing a hidden path. "This trail is not perilous, it will not give you combat, but visions and a mental test, for the Spirit of the Hero within you. You will need no equipment for this, leave your shield, clear your mind, then go when you are ready."
Link sets his shield down, laying it against the large root at the path. "Wait!" The kokiri girl yelled from a distance. "We have something for you!" She handed him a green tunic, brown pants and boots, made of a strange fabric that didn't feel familiar to Link. They didn't seem the type to kill, so perhaps it was of plant fibers? He didn't feel it right to ask about such a gift. "A hero has worn this tunic in the distant past, may it do you well in your adventures!"
Link dons the tunic. The pants, a little tight around thighs, stopped just past the knees. The shirt, tight everywhere, stopped just before his belly button. Link did not attempt to try on the cap, so small it could have been a rupee pouch.
The girl studied him, "... maybe it was meant for Kokiri, or little Hylians..."
He replaces the Kokiri garments with his Hylian attire, blue shirt with the royal family crest, brown pants, and black leather boots.
He begins down the path, unequipped, unencumbered, he feels unprepared. His years of preparation always had him equipped with some tool or weapon for the test ahead, but not for this.
A clearing in the path is visible ahead. A mossy stone brick building peaks through brush, dense trees and covered in vines. It looked unnatural, almost like the Forrest itself was trying to hide it from prying eyes.
As Link gets closer, he sees its a church or temple, ancient. Two obelisks outside the temple with a single large eye on them both, with a tear coming from them etched onto their surface. He pushes the large wooden doors open. From the inside he can see the temple has been built over, repaired, maybe even moved. Some bricks looked newer, some were older, rougher, smoother, faded, different stone material. It may not even be the same temple it once was when it was originally built. He looks down its cavernous hall, and sees a massive stone door with a symbol of the Triforce carved onto it. He tries to push it open, it creaks slowly. He pushes it open enough until he can squeeze his way inside.
He finds himself inside a large round room, with an ornate window high up in the wall opposite of the door. The window is designed with a girl, a princess of olde, praying to the Triforce. In the middle of the room is a round elevated platform with a pedestal holding an ancient sword. The sword, thrust into the pedestal downwards, was undoubtedly the Master Sword. Light from the window shone downward onto it like a heavenly beam.
When he grasped the hilt, his vision was blinded by a white light, his mind went foggy.
He wakes. His vision clears, he feels lightened. As though he had a breakthrough while he was asleep, but remembers nothing from his dream. He is back in the temple, holding the Master Sword in hand. He feels as though it belongs to him, made to fit in his grip. He can feel it in his bones, he is the Hero of Hyrule incarnate.
When he made it back to the grotto he was greeted by cheers and celebration, colorful leaves fell from the trees like confetti in a parade. All of the woodland creatures were present to see the new hero. He walked to the front of the Great Deku Tree, the girl that brought him here was standing in front of his girthous trunk.
The great Deku Tree had the biggest grin Link would ever see. "You have proven yourself to the spirit within the sword to be worthy of wielding it. May it protect you and all of Hyrule!"
"So formal!" The girl commented, looking up over herself. She had a flower crown on her head now, made from the vines on the Great Deku Tree and multi colored flowers from around the grotto. "He might have the soul of the Hero and all, but hes just as lazy as any of them before! It's a good thing theres another hero out there to keep him on his toes!" She looks towards Link. "There is tell of another hero, not the same hero as you but the same at the same time. He is in the Gerudo territory, you can take my horse!"
"Didn't you take that horse from Hyrule Castle?" The Great Deku Tree accused with a grin.
"It was given to me! But that's beside the point.." She turned to a somber, serious look. "Link, the darkness is no joke. The creatures in it are strong, and vast in numbers. It's not crazy to believe you would need help, so be sure to go follow the trail of the other hero! See where it takes you." She reaches up to a flower on her crown, and plucks from an orange one. "my name is Petal, like the flowers. Make sure you remember the Kokiri girl who brought you to the Grotto!"
The great Deku Tree spoke toward Link, "return with your new ally, and we will equip you both with proper gear after we have had time to prepare it for you."
They set up his bags with fruit, vegetables, and mushrooms, he said his goodbyes, and he was off. Off on his long venture to the Gerudo territory, to seek a compatriot.
End of chapter 1.