New Zelda Idea

I TAKE NO CREDIT FOR THIS, I FOUND IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Carried on the breath of the winds of time…
exists a legend…
A tale of great tragedy.
Of power, wisdom, passion…
and revenge…
The final and desperate struggles
of a once golden kingdom…
Whose very foundations crumbled from within…
Consequences, of a dying race…
a rising tyrant…
and a fallen hero…
Above all else, however, it is a tale, of courage…
And not about how courage is bestowed or tested…
but how it is earned.


Her deep purple eyes shone upwards with fear as her hands trembled…

His bright blue eyes showed desperation and he could only scream in hopelessness and anger as the glinting silver blade plunged downwards through the crushing darkness…

And his glowing red eyes, glared with triumph as a second golden triangle burned to life upon the back of his hand… ​

The mid-afternoon sun burned down upon Hyrule Town’s main square. A decent sized crowd had assembled around a raised stone platform, upon which a large, cloaked, dark green skinned man with deep red hair and eyes stood, looking down upon a woman clothed in a purple robe, whose body lay upon a stone bed. Small and smooth hands were clasped together gently upon her chest. Her peaceful face beautiful even in death.
“We are gathered here today,” the dark man, Gannondorf, addressed the crowd in a deep, grave tone, “to commemorate the passing, of Princess Zelda.”
Silent tears ran down many of the crowd members faces. Others wept openly, comforting arms around their shoulders.
“Her life was cut unfairly short…she was ruthlessly murdered and it grieves me to say that it was in my presence and I was not able to do anything to prevent it…or stop the murderer, who quickly escaped. But not without me seeing his face…It was the Kokiri boy…the one who disappeared long ago after he committed great treason against his country…He has returned …However, before we move on to that matter, let us bow our heads and pray to the goddess’ to deliver Princess Zelda safely to the other world.”

For a few moments there was complete and utter silence as the voiceless crowd dipped their heads in mourning, a slight breath of wind rippling through the Hylian flags atop the stone battlements surrounding the solemn square. The unmistakeable sound of a sword being pulled from its sheath toward the back of the crowd broke the almost unearthly silence. The noise echoed around the square and in one fluid motion every head turned to stare at the man dressed in green at the back of the crowd. Gasps and whispers suddenly split the air like angry locusts.
His head was bowed, straw coloured hair and a long, worn green cap fluttered in the afternoon breeze. Hands gloved by brown leather gauntlets, matching his boots, gripped the Master Sword’s engraved purple hilt firmly. A golden triangle seemed to glow on his left hand as sunlight danced transversely along the swords lengthy, radiant white blade, playing particularly around the Triforce symbol preset near the hilt. Silence once again fell over the crowd as Link’s bright blue eyes opened and he raised his head, a look of pure loathing tarnishing his usually gentle countenance.
Link lowered the sword in his left hand as he started to walk forward, his right arm swinging behind him to pull the blue and silver Hylian shield off of his. The crowd parted so as to allow a walkway up to the stone platform and throne where Gannondorf sat, his own eyes narrowed to hateful red slits as Link approached. Halfway through the crowd Link broke into a run, his eye’s never leaving the throne.
“Guards!” Gannondorf roared, not leaving his seat.

Two guards at the front of the crowd quickly moved into formation between Link and Gannondorf, raising their spears to cross over each other, blocking the way as another guard moved in behind them as backup. Link showed no sign of hesitation as he approached the guards. In one fluid and seamless motion his sword flew up and he stabbed left before spinning around in the opposite direction, screaming and slashing diagonally. In slow motion the two guards fell to their knees and then fell face first, armour clanging onto the hard ground, scarlet blood spraying the stone. The crowd screamed and cried out as Link continued on his maniacal rampage. He clobbered the third guard heavily over the head with his shield and the man fell to the ground, scrambling quickly to try and get up. The Master Sword rose up into the air, Link’s horrifying scream ringing through the square as he brought the sword crashing down. The guard moved no more.
The horrified crowd continued to scream as Link, ripped the blood-covered sword out of the man’s body. He leapt up onto the stone platform and charged towards Gannondorf, Zelda’s stone bed the only thing between them. The sound of the crowd distorted in his ears, as though it was far away. Before he could reach his target a dozen other guards had surrounded him, their spears pointed inwards at him, forcing him to come to a halt. He stretched his fingers around the swords hilt as Gannondorf rose from his throne, raising his arms into the air.
“He is mad!” Gannondorf called to the crowd, who suddenly went very quiet, “Delusional! Insecure! Dangerous! And you thought he was a hero…This man…this boy, this child…is evil!”
“I AM NOT!” Link roared at Gannondorf’s last word.
“You see!” Gannondorf sneered, looking right at Link as the word played over his lips, “evil.”
Link roared in anger and raised his sword, quickly becoming a blur of green and silver as he pushed away the guards’ spears and parrying, stabbing and slashing his way through the guards that surrounded him. The crowd, again cried out in shock and fear, but Link wasn’t aware of them. He almost wasn’t aware of what he was doing.

With each guard that Link killed, the golden Triforce on his hand quivered and began to crack and fade. He stabbed another guard, pushing the blood-soaked blade all the way into the hilt. The Triforce on his hand flickered one last time and then disappeared, unbeknown to Link in his fit of rage. In slow motion he pulled the Master Sword around, dropping his shield to clutch the hilt in both hands. The blade was covered in so much blood that Link failed to notice that its silver-white glow had also faded away like his piece of the Triforce. He brought the sword down upon a guards raised spear as he span around. On contact, the Master Sword…the Sword of Evil’s Bane…shattered into a thousand pieces…
The force of the shattering impact flung Link backwards onto the ground, knocking the wind out of him as fragments of the shattered sword rained down around him. Everything still seemed to be moving in slow motion. Link felt as though his will to live had been destroyed along with the sword.
He had failed.
He had failed himself.
He had failed Hyrule…
And he had failed Zelda…
Darkness loomed over him and he was faintly aware of Gannondorf standing triumphantly over his body and calling out to the crowd of innocent Hylians. As the darkness came crashing down around him Link’s hand closed tightly around a shard of the broken sword. It was a piece off of the edge of the blade…an engraved piece of the Triforce just visible on the shards broken edge as everything faded away to blackness…

What do you think? I personally like it...

 

I know. I thought it was a beautifully written story when I found it.