Prologue
PRELUDE
Virus
Hyrule.
It is surely the greatest and most expansive kingdom in the light world. It also houses a special, sought after power. A power so great, that wielding it, means you wield the fate of the universe.
For greedy men, this is a dream come true. That is why the Goddesses made a hero. Similar beings that would (over time) protect the sacred plains of Hyrule. He would be courageous when the world cowered in fear. He would have the strength to change destiny, whereas others would sit back and let come what may. And he would be wise beyond his years, able to know what to do to save the land.
But...
...what if the hero was housing something? Something so terrible - so evil - that merely living, was destroying his homeland? How could he protect the land, when manipulated by a dark force? Could Hyrule possibly survive?
Link heaved, loading the final crate onto the back of a covered wagon. He was a boy of medium height, with blond hair that almost took on an orange hue. His eyes were a bright, innocent blue. And his build was wiry and athletic. He did a lot of chores in his village of Kakkiriko.
A tall, slightly overweight merchant thanked him before climbing into the front seat of the wagon. Link waved to him as he drove off, leaving the village to Lon Lon City. Although called 'city', Lon Lon was just a little ranch town. The merchant was going to sell his wares there. Link was helping him load up his wagon.
The boy of fourteen waited until the wagon was gone, and then closed the village gate. He locked it up, and turned around. The sun was setting, turning the western sky beyond the village a rich, golden color. Link watched it, becoming drowsy.
Such a beautiful sunset...
A/N: Well, I'm redoing the first few chapters, and going through and correcting errors in later chapters. Man, I had no idea how sloppy and rushed my first chapters were. And don't worry if you think you might prefer the original chapters - these will be a lot better.
So, I would appreciate any reviews. Please tell me how well my story is written. If it's awful, tell me why so I can learn to better myself. Critique it though, not criticize.
-Sam