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Prologue - An Unusual Offer The story you are about to read is a work by a fan for fans. The purpose of this work is merely to entertain, not for monetary gain. The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild and the Legend of Zelda series are all the copyrighted property of Nintendo Co., Ltd. Please support the official release. Warning: The following story has spoilers for Breath of the Wild and the Champion's Ballad DLC pack. ======================================================================================= “Begin!” The sword flung at your face, but you deftly deflected the blow. The song of clashing steel filled the air. The

Darkness...muffled sounds. Flashes!  Distorted lights slowly turn into noticeable destruction of a city.  Distorted sounds soon turn into screams and crumbling buildings. One scream in particular.  A Bright Figure with a dress bearing the Triforce.  It is cornered by a shadow and completely begins sinking into that very shadow.  The more the Bright Light struggles, the more it screams and the more the city crumbles.  A grin from the shadow...an evil laugh.  The Bright Figure reaches out and we hear the first fully clear sound. BRIGHT FIGURE: Link! INT.  LINK'S ROOM - CLOSE ON LINK'S FACE.  His brown eyes, shooting open.  His face is cover

The Chronicles of the Legend Of Ganon and Power ~ Ganon’s history corresponds to the malice of Demise who accounts in the telling of the legend of the Skyward Sword. Demise’s malice is reborn as it consumes the young Ganondorf, the king of the Gerudo thieves. Ganondorf, was born a king of the Gerudo thieves in the desert. Living in the wastes, the Gerudo were a desperate people as they struggled for life wherefore, they resolved to stealing, organized in great fashion. To their predicament, they gave birth to only women, but for every one hundred years, a male was born king of them. The history of the Gerudo in origin remains

The long and narrow stairs escalated in a spiral motion. It wasn't long before the deity reached the top of the tower. The glowing figure immediately sealed the entryway and stood away from the circular, stone wall. The vacant room was light only by its glow. It clenched a similar glowing item within its hands. With a small nod, it opened a small window-like portal. Anzeen couldn't comprehend how mortal monsters had entered the eternal realm or how they were managing to destroy it. The entity watched as all three guardians fought valiantly against the multitude of creatures. Anzeen closed the portal with another nod and sighed sadly. 'I must

The Legend of Link: Scattered Heart Chain CHAPTER 1-I The Calling - Well, isn’t this a surprise? - Said a young man peeking into his classmate’s bedroom - Wake up already! This is no time to be sleeping, kid!                He did not receive any expected response. The person in bed, just a few years younger than him, turned around and snuggled back to sleep. -Seriously, Link, do we have to do this every morning? Wake up! - Said the young freckled man as he began to shake his friend awake from his deep slumber- C’mon, Link! - Leave me alone… I’m tired – Said the blond youth and quickly covered his

The Chronicles of the Legend Link ~          Link grew up with his childhood friend and fair maiden, Zelda. And their love for each other grew as they grew up. Link trained in the academy of the knights in the land in the sky of Skyloft. Each Hylian was given a steed to serve as his or her match, a loftwing, a race of a great bird. The students of the academy would train with their lofwings to the rank of knight. A vital ceremony in recognizing one’s competent skill was the Wing Ceremony, the ceremony of the goddess, a great contest betwixt the students to compete in their skills. The winner would be considered qualified, and in rew

She knows it is almost time. No matter how hard she has tried to avoid it, the change can’t be stopped. It was her fate the moment she became a sage and she had accepted it. This didn’t mean she wanted it or enjoyed the fact it was happening so soon. Too soon. Her body aches, her mind is becoming blurry, and all she can think about is how much there is yet to do. In her ruined hands she holds her most trusted relic, a fairy ocarina that she has had as long as she can remember. A weak smile comes as she puts her wooden fingers on the holes as best she can. Bringing it up to her mouth, her breathing is getting harder and harder. T