((Ah, Hyrule Warriors and a Wii U Zelda Game, not to mention a Windwaker with that Mario Kart deal. Awesome. stuff.))

Zelda knew the stories. For every King of Evil that reigned before, there was always a Zelda who would protect her kingdom. Said Zelda would also be kidnapped, using the term loosely.

However, her decision to embrace power did not come solely for the defiance of destiny. Her father, the late King, had sought peace, and he brought Zelda with him to negociate a treaty with the Gerudo.

Only Zelda returned to the castle, gripping for dear life on a horse. She did not want to be weak again, and so she prepared. She began a conquest the moment the throne was hers, and she laid many rules that she enforced onto the other races of Hyrule. However, she was fair and just, so to those who bowed to her rules, she rewarded them with more power, and thus her sages were the most loyal to her.

But for Zelda to have come this far, training and magical powers was not enough to alter fate. Before she gained the throne, Zelda explored the many legends of the land. While she would have yearned for the Master Sword, she instead found a mysterious thing. She called it Life Fibers.

Now, Zelda gazed from her balcony. All that she could see was hers, and no one could oppose her. With the Life Fibers sewn into armor, and with her wearing the gown made purely of Life Fibers, no one would even topple the throne of Zelda. But it was not enough, for beyond the horizon, Zelda knew that rebels plot to take her throne.

The Gerudo and the Bolbokins, along with several other races, were worried. They gathered just at the shores of Hyrule, waiting for this would-be revolutionary to come out.

A man in tattered robes wearing a pig's skull arrived at a ledge, gazing down at the gathered. "So this is the number that oppose Zelda's 'rules'. Her army is bigger than this, but we do not need numbers. Your desire for freedom is greater than what she can offer. And it is my job to use that desire and forge it into a hammer that will shatter her kingdom."

They had to agree with him. Some of these races did not want "civilization". They were fine with living as their tradition dictates, but Zelda's answer to that was war. With Zelda's army being stronger than a nest of Dodongos, they would have no choice except to follow this self-proclaimed King of Evil.

However, not everyone was willing to join him. "How do we know you're not one of Zelda's flunkies?"

"Yeah, this could be a trick to lure us in a trap." A Gerudo agreed. "Take off your mask and show your face."

"You ask if I wear the same standards as Zelda?" The pig-headed man knew that people weren't so accepting with the circumstances. He brought his hands up as if he was going to comply with them, but as his hands barely passed his neck, he suddenly grabbed his robes and tore them off. The Gerudo and the Bolbokin were surprised at how toned his muscles were, as well as his...tools for the job. "You dare ask if I do what she does, forcing everyone to dress in her standards. Look at me! I wear no symbol of loyalty on this body! If we are going to defeat her, we do not only fight her, but we strip ourselves of what she thinks is right! We fight not divided by the cloths we were woven from, but by the flesh that is life! Now, who's with me?"

And as he heard the sound of cloth torn from bodies, he knew that he just gained an army.

Link stepped into the ruins of his uncle's house, a sword in one hand and a shield in another. It was bad enough that monsters attacked his village, but after finding a sword in a shrine, the Royal Army declared him responsible for the attack. His only hope was to find shelter, and he knew that his uncle, a tailor, hid in the forest. However, it seems that even his uncle was gone.

With unsound anger, he plunged his sword into the floorboards. He could not hear the creaks, but he fell through the floor. The fall hurt, but he was still alive. He looked around. Piles of clothes laid everywhere, but he could not see an exit. He trekked up to the top of one pile, blood dripping as he climbed up. He was too focused on escape that he did not notice something slithering beneath the piles.

To Link's dismay, the highest pile was not even halfway to the ceiling. He sat down, wondering what to do next.

"Hey..." Link jumped up, sword posed to strike. Something flew behind him, but as he spun around, not even he was prepared for a hungry green tunic. "Listen up! I want your blood and I want it now!"