Origins: Link

Link felt the wind aggressively brush at him from the cliffside. A storm was brewing. But he preferred it this way. Since his time traveling escapade involving the Ocarina of Time, he's lost his understanding of calm, of balance. Something had happened to him. He was battle-hardened, quicker to anger. But not because of the Ocarina events. No, from memories of his youth. These memories, not his own, involved a deserted wasteland with only the possessed husks of warriors of other tribes, Zora, Octorok attacking him relentlessly as he assembled pieces of the Triforce. Fragmented memories of Ganon, the pig-faced version of Ganondorf's ultimate form, memories of rebuilding Hyrule and its surrounding towns with the Triforce, only for Zelda to be cast under a sleeping spell, only to reset things again, only for a Light and Dark world to fall under siege, to reset things again…

What was all this? He still didn't know.

Zelda had been remarkably reserved about this when a sleep-deprived, unwashed Link had shown up at the castle a year earlier. Zelda had tried to explain some gobbledygook about "diverging timelines' or some such. Apparently, this was something she'd been made to read about in her studies. How does one study something so abstract, and how was she so remarkably glib? It'd been bad enough to learn he wasn't a blood-born Kokiri, but now, someone else's memories had been firmly implanted into his mind, like an insignia being melded into an armor plate. He felt like there was something he should be doing to right this. However, doing simple tasks, like purchasing Lon Lon milk for himself without verbally fighting with the barmaid had become difficult. He'd been banned from nearly every Castle Town establishment, but not arrested or bought to court, Zelda saw to it that he was given free rein unless he harmed someone else. Zelda had an unshaken faith that someday, he would come to terms with his situation, live in the castle with her, and attempt to study their predicament. But alas not, at least not yet.

Link began to play the Ocarina Saria had given him, playing a mournful, slow version of Saria's song, knowing that, until his divergent path proved the right one, he couldn't go back to his dearest friend.

Your mind. It swarms like a hornet's nest. Nothing new to me thought Link, brushing through his dirty hair.

Link snapped in the direction of the voice. A featureless, human form clad in a hooded cloak was standing there now.

I am aware of the many timelines, many dimensions, worlds. More than even Zelda would. And I will tell you, my boy, there ARE ways to combat how you feel. If you do that for me, then might you listen?
Link thought for a moment, "Yes" rasped Link, "Who are you?"

Who I am is not important. I represent The Master, and he invites you to The Smash Brothers tournament. Impress The Master, and he will besiege upon you his great knowledge

Link felt an eerie calm wash over him. Somehow, this person understood his qualm. To get to the bottom of things with violence.

The Master knows you cannot afford to be separated from your land, what with being the Hero of Time. And so, if you join us, no time will pass between your entering and you coming back

Link simply nodded. The figure waved his hand, and a portal engulfed them both, falling out of Hyrule, and the great unknown.