Have you ever heard of this legend?
There was a hero, wielding the sword that controls the flow of time itself, and used the sacred instrument entrusted by the princess herself, that sacrificed his all for this golden age.
The hero warned Hyrule of its upcoming danger – the invasion by the evil king was ultimately halted, sent away from the sacred land, never to be heard from.
Evil king sealed, the land of Hyrule was lead into an age of prosperity by its wise princess. But, the hero was gone.
Slid away from history, never to be heard or seen. He was missed, but not entirely.
The legend of the hero was unknown to the people.
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"Tell me… do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls?"
The man paused. And then his lips moved again.
"They said it's the only time when our world intersects with theirs… The only time we can feel the lingering regrets of spirits who have left our world."
A younger man, not older than seventeen, looked at the flowing water. Imagined how sad it is to be unable to leave, with the soul still lingering at the world it loved so much.
The young man had hair in a dirty blonde, its golden shimmering under the twilight. His attire the usual Ordonian outfit – a white undershirt, wearable green vest, a thick, blue piece of faded rough cloth to hold everything together. His pants a dusty white, above sandals soaked in mud. The young man's skin was tanned after the years working as a rancher, muscles built firmly all around. He sighed as his blue eyes followed his mentor's gaze upon the setting sun.
The older smiled. He's an average Ordonian; same attire, the usual white and green garb supported by a piece of rough cloth and blonde hair highlighted white over the years. Wrinkles formed over his face, his green eyes that reflected the shimmering twilight mirrored on the water only showed sadness.
"That's why loneliness always pervades the hour of Twilight…" he sighed. "But enough with the sadness… I have a favor to ask of you, Link."
The younger man looked up. His face, shrouded in his usual serious demeanor, turned towards the older man.
"You see, I was supposed to deliver something to the royal family of Hyrule the day after tomorrow," the older man said, voice in a less somber tone. "It was a task set by the mayor, but… would you go in my stead?"
Link, the name of the youth beside his mentor, suddenly perked up from the change of topic. His eyes showed slight bewilderment, but quickly took over by curiosity of the older man before him.
"You have… never been to Hyrule, right?"
Link nodded. The young man had prevented him to step out of his village, his home, his place where he is known. Although he is rarely heard by word, he is known by act. A call or a ring at his doorstep, and he will swiftly come to your aid. He is the one person in Ordon that will help anyone at any lengths, anytime and anywhere that he is able to reach.
His mentor smiled and returned his gaze to the shimmering twilight.
"In the great kingdom of Hyrule there is a great castle, and around it is a town, named Castle Town, a community far larger than our little village." He paused for a moment. "…And far bigger than Hyrule is the rest of the world the gods created."
Amazing. Link's knowledge about the outside world was scarce, but at the same time, wide. He heard stories. Rumors. He even had seen a few people from the grand castle arriving at his village. And it was not enough.
"You should look upon it all with your own eyes, Link."
His mentor stood up from the ground, dusting the damp dirt from his already dirty attire, a rather futile act. His sword made a metallic clatter between the scabbard and its body, and it's master stood upright. Link gave himself a push with his palms and soon, his body is straightened, sandals meeting the ground once again.
"It's getting late. We should head back to the village… I will discuss with the mayor about this matter." Rusl said with a grin, and turned to head for his discipline's steed. The mare, named Epona, feet strongly built, piles of neatly tied hay and firewood tightly secured around it's saddle. The brown steed is the proud companion of Link himself, a role important to its master's job.
The two unlocked the gate to Ordon, crossed the steady drawbridge along with their steed, and into the village of Ordon, skin coated golden by the mesmerizing sun in the hour of twilight.
... i stopped here. short one. sorry! i love twilight princess, but i hated illia. （what kind of reason is that）