my OoT

This has been tried time and time again, but the one thing that was missing was people were trying to get too accurate to the actual game's storyline - to make a fic of a game thats already created, you need to change things up a bit, and add things that may give more depth to the characters

the Lord of the Rings movies did this very well

so now, without further adeau, i give you my version of ocarina of time

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

This world has seen many Ages, each diverse and unique in its own way. They come and go with time, and each leave a mark in history. Some of these marks may be distinct and clear, while others faint and unrecognizable. But no matter how small, these marks can never be wiped away, like the rings in a tree. The tale to be told is a mark that this earth shall never forget. It was an Age in which the entire world was threatened time and time again. But it endured.

All because of one boy and a strange but powerful legend…

That legend, is the Legend of Zelda.

Prologue: Fate Intervenes…

The forest of the Kokiri has always been a peaceful place. The children of the forest have lived there for as long as the forest around them can remember. They’ve never had to worry about much more than maintaining their own happiness. While the rest of the country was in bitter war, the Kokiri kept themselves busy writing poetry and having festivals. None of them could have known that the greatest stroke of luck would bring an outsider into the fold, the first outsider ever to enter their midst.

It had been a dark and bitterly cold night, regardless of the fires raging all around the battlefield. The cannon fire boom was the only thing that broke an otherwise dreadful silence. While young Sheikah warriors dashed towards the oncoming horde of Gerudo, the Gorons were hindering both sides. It seemed that all of Hyrule would come crashing down upon itself. Even the city of Hyrule was engulfed in battle, holding off the mass of Deku shelling their soldiers from within.

Several people fled for their lives toward the forest, hoping that the protection of the trees would spare them from the worst of the oncoming storm. Among them was one Hylian mother, widowed by the terrible battle that ensued, and her baby boy.

The fastest route to the forest was along a narrow dirt path running straight through the center of the bloodshed. As Deku Nut grenades exploded all around them, the group of refugees raced through it, weaving past throwing knives, massive boulders launched through catapults, and stray arrows. Much to their misfortune, a troupe of Gerudos manning the cannons spotted them. Needless to say, they opened fire, taking no prisoners.

The Hylian mother shielded her son as the debris from the shot sprayed dozens of others around them, cutting them to ribbons. She was tossed through the air by a second explosion. After the dust settled, she noticed that she and her child had been spared, though she had been terribly wounded. She stood up, painfully, brushed herself off and turned around to see a clump of trees.

She had made it to safety. She limped into the forest and through the great log tunnel to the Kokiri Bridge…ever since that day, the forest has been an evil place…

Now the time has come for the power lying dormant in the Temple of Time to be awakened, in this young boy. But that’s another story, for another time…

Now we turn to the very forest in which this young boy was brought, to begin his journey across Hyrule, and through the vast void known as Time…

Part I: Beginning’s End
The end is now approaching; the beginning’s just begun,
Of all who stand before it; a boy shall be the chosen one.
We’re helpless, can’t you see, its true; all that’s left to do is wait,
We cannot live, not like this, no; soon it shall be far too late.
The beginnings just set off and now the end is drawing near.
Who will save us from the darkness that has gathered here?

Chapter I: The Boy Without A Fairy

The rain came down in buckets. Thunder rang like shattered glass. Lighting flashed with roaring vigor. And the boy clad in green stood waiting, but for what not even he knew. The storm got fiercer; the rain fell harder; but still he waited. The fairy hovering around his head took shelter under his hood. This was a storm unlike any other he could remember. Yet he just stood there, unable to control his own actions, reflexes, voluntary movements. Completely helpless.

At last the gate was lowered, and he was about to take a step forward when he heard the loud thud of horse hooves coming toward him from the other side. He quickly dashed out of the way. There were two riders. One was a woman with sliver hair wearing silver armor and a leather jumpsuit with a pair of daggers strapped to the belt. She had a wise look in her eye, probably in her mid-fifties. The horse looked the same way, a similar silver mane and the same wise gleam in the eyes. The other was a girl about his age, with the same blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She was rather beautiful, with every curve on her face and body perfect in every way. She seemed…somehow…familiar…

But they were long gone now, over the horizon. He turned around to see another horse and rider. This rider was a very tall and muscular, very sinister-looking man. His reddish hair and bloodshot eyes perfectly matched his black armor and brown leather boots. He wore a sword slung over his shoulder. His horse was equally evil, with the same red mane and black armor, and brown leather saddle fashioned in a land far away.

He was staring out into the open field, scanning the skyline. Probably, the boy noted, looking for the two riders who’d just gone past. The boy could see him cursing under his breath. Something about this man was familiar, too. As if he hadn’t noticed the child watching him, the man turned his head so that he was staring into the fearful eyes of his little visitor. He glared at the boy in such a way as to blame him for the other horse escaping his grasp.

The boy looked back at him, the same basic expression on his face, only delivered in a more solemn fashion. Rather than looking frustrated, he looked, well, suspecting. It seemed that he knew something about that man meant bad news. The boy took one step back before the rider descended from the horse. He opened his mouth to speak, but no audible words were heard. The boy, obviously very frightened and confused by all this tried to turn tail and run, but his legs were simply glued to the ground.

All his fear and confusion became a blind courage, and he lifted up his hands as if to fight. The involuntary adrenaline which he could not control had taken over. For once in this mad nightmare, he had a small amount of control over himself.

Luckily for him it was only a nightmare, because the sword this vile man unsheathed was enormous, enough to level a small hut, and it came close to knocking him to the ground. But was it really just a nightmare? Then why did he feel pain…

- - -

Link snapped awake, sweating horribly. He’d already lost about a gallon of water. A few good glasses of it got him back to his senses. It was the same recurring nightmare he’d been having for several weeks, only this time he’d paid much closer attention to detail. What was that place? Why was he there in his dream? Did it hold any significance?

Yes, of course it did. His friend Saria had taught him that all dreams had some part to play in the life of the dreamer. Sometimes good dreams would come true, and sometimes they would give someone the strength to accomplish a long-forgotten goal. Nightmares, as Saria advised, could often be a by-product of stress, perhaps nagging dreamers to do something they have wanted to do but haven’t gotten around to or warn them of danger.

“What can it mean?” he asked himself. “Never before have I had such a vision concerning the land outside our wood. Ahh, but never mind it. I’ll ask Saria in the morning.” That was the excuse he always had for putting off important things happening after supper. It always had been ever since Saria’s early to bed, early to rise theory that had set her sleeping habits and changed Link’s work ethic forever. His once industrious nature had faded, and he turned to mental and physical health workouts to perfect his strength and effectiveness in the Kokiri’s games of skill.

He excelled already at the obstacle course through the forest training center, where Kokiri learn about life in the forest. They held them every few months, and Mido, self-proclaimed boss of the Kokiri, was Link’s all-time rival.

Mido had begun to hate Link since they were five years old. He, Link, and a few others were playing a game in the Lost Woods, when Mido accidentally missed throwing the Deku Nut and hit Link. Though he apologized, Link decided to exact revenge. He took one himself and threw it at Mido, who was wearing the plainest stupid expression the group had ever seen. They laughed at Mido for a good hearty hour before letting off.

His hatred toward Link only increased when Link humiliated him once again by severely beating him at the obstacle course race. It was Link’s first go at the event, and Mido had long since been its champion. That had been four years after the other incident.

Now they were both twelve. They were “coming of age” as far as Kokiri were concerned. The children of the forest can only live to be so old. Once they reached this age, they generally didn’t grow much afterwards. Except the women; they grew until fourteen. The Kokiri were bound by the laws of the forest set down ages ago, and they had to abide by them. That was the one downside to being a Kokiri. You never matured past the age of fourteen. Saria was only eleven, but she was perhaps the most mature both physically and mentally. She was the wisest and fairest of all Kokiri.

Another of the laws of the forest was that any Kokiri who leaves the trees will wither and die. The reason for this was that they had lived so long in the care of the Deku Tree that they had become a part of the forest itself. Their mind made up the trunks of all the trees; their bodies made up the branches. And their souls were the leaves.

It was often told around festival time that there was one Kokiri who could leave the forest. Link had sometimes wondered who that’d be. He knew it’d have to be someone unique. Someone like him.

It was odd, though, that he was the only Kokiri that didn’t have a guardian fairy. Every Kokiri upon birth receives a guardian fairy from the Great Deku Tree. This fairy nurtured and guided the fairy through life and all its hardships. The Deku Tree had said many years before that only once a Kokiri is done growing in their mind, body, and spirit, the fairy would take a more human form.

Link was the only one in their history who hadn’t received one. It was also strange that he was the tallest, strongest, and fastest of all the Kokiri. And the only one who possessed any courage whatsoever. Could he possibly be the one who could leave the forest?

One day he would find out why he was so different.

One day soon.