Prologue
Hey everyone, thanks for clicking on my story! With TOTK out, I thought about the Zelda timeline and how to connect it all together. With that being said, this story will incorporate various elements from different LoZ games, including TOTK (so there might be spoilers!) Hope you all enjoy!
The tiny village of Ordon slept one rainy night as the town goats escaped from their ranch yet again. They ran down the streets, causing a ruckus and running into everything in their way. Rusl, one of the villagers, quickly got out of bed and grabbed his sword. He and Bo, another villager, ran as quickly as they could to the ranch.
They walked into the barn slowly, wielding their weapons. They sighed with relief upon seeing Fado, the town rancher, seated on a stool.
"Fado! Oh Great Hylia, we were worried that someone broke in!" Rusl exclaimed, putting his weapon away.
Fado looked down at his rugged hands. He kept his gaze on the ground while speaking, "No. The goats escaped. Again. You know, if Ala were still here…"
"You have to let her go, Fado," Bo put his hand on Fado's shoulder, "What happened isn't your fault. And it's been years!"
"It's been a year," Fado corrected him, "You have to admit it; she could handle these goats like no one else. She was kind and gentle. I doubt that I will meet a soul like that again… Not in this lifetime…"
After one of the biggest, and bloodiest, wars that this side of the world has ever seen, many men decided to marry their beloved once they returned back home. In the village of Ordon, Fado was one of the first to do this. Despite being only 19 at the time, he proposed to Ala immediately. The wedding was huge: the entire village celebrated the newlyweds. Rusl and Bo, who were also 19 at the time, considered proposing as well. However, they did not ask their significant others as tragedy struck soon after the wedding. Ala, who was 4-months pregnant, was attacked and eaten by a horde of bokoblins while harvesting mushrooms in the nearby Faron Woods. The tragedy shocked the entire village. To face such great loss right after war was too much for anyone to handle. Since then, the villagers closed off the entrance to the Woods and swore to support Fado.
"Let's get those goats back," Rusl finally said, patting Fado on the back.
Fado sighed and slowly got up from his stool. He walked out the door while Bo and Rusl slowly walked behind.
"You know, I'm worried about him," Bo whispered to Rusl, "It's been so long ago."
"People grieve differently," Rusl responded cautiously, "Probably doesn't help that we all had to fight for that scumbag king. Who in Great Hylia's name sends innocent people off to slaughter? Hell, we've all faced such tremendous losses… I wonder about the other peoples of Hyrule. Wouldn't be surprised if someone were to… 'depose' the monarch."
"There better not be another war… Heard that the King came up with a treaty that is meant to keep the two kingdoms at peace for at least another generation."
Rusl scoffed at the thought.
The two ran up to Fado. They walked down the rainy streets, but the goats were nowhere to be found. Fado sighed and sat down on a nearby bench.
"Honestly, the goats are better off without me," he muttered.
"Don't say that!" Fado placed his hand on his friend's shoulder, "These goats need you. They just like causing trouble, that's all."
A bright light shone in the night sky. The group heard goats bleat to the north. Despite the rain covering their field of vision, they blindly rushed towards the sound until they reached a woody area.
"There they are!" Bo pointed to grazing goats, who strangely enough seemed unaffected by the heavy rains. He walked up to one, which did not react to the humans.
"Stubborn beings," Rusl muttered.
"No. Something's wrong," Fado whispered.
"You think there's monsters nearby?"
"The goats would run away scared then, no?" Bo asked, "Strange that they came here, of all places. We are just at the entrance to the Woods…"
Bright lightning struck down a tree a couple of meters away. The men cowered down.
"Let's get out of here," Rusl said.
Bo and Fado nodded in agreement. But before the party could leave, they heard a baby's cry.
The men froze, unsure if they should investigate. The cry came from deeper in the woods, closer to where monsters lurked.
"It's a baby, we can't just leave it here," Rusl finally said.
"That's where the monsters are. That's where Ala was killed," Fado's voice came out as a whisper.
"Who the hell even had a baby recently?" Bo thought out loud, "There hasn't been any documented births in over a year and the nearest village is miles away!"
Rusl turned towards the direction of the cries, "I'll go," he decided, "Take the goats back. I'll be back soon."
"I'll come with you," Bo offered, "You might need backup if there are any monsters."
"It's better that only one of us goes," Rusl shook his head, "I'm the best swordsman from the three of us. And monsters are more likely to attack larger groups of people anyway."
"Just be careful," Fado said and walked back towards the direction of the village.
Bo sighed, "You sure you don't need backup?" he asked one last time.
"Lena's expecting. It's for the best that you don't go," Fado pointed out.
"It's for the best that Lena doesn't go," Bo corrected his friend, "What will I tell Uli if anything happens to you?"
"Nothing will happen. Now, help Fado get these goats back. Or else we'll all get soaked here!"
Rusl hid behind every tree and shrub that he could, keeping his eyes peeled for Bokoblins, terrifying creatures with large ears and terrible postures. To his surprise, there was not a single creature in sight. He let out a sigh of relief and ran towards the sounds of a crying baby.
He finally reached an empty, beachy area with a gentle lake.
"The Ordon Spring," the words escaped Rusl's lips. He hasn't seen the area since before the war.
Stuck in a sand dune was a large picnic basket made out of wood. The man picked up the basket. The handle was carefully carved with various images of knights and monsters and a word- L I N K. Rusl removed a lace cover. There he saw a baby's scrunched face and pointed ears.
"Oh Great Hylia," he muttered to himself, thinking of the political and societal headache that this baby will cause.
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