(Fan/Act) The Triforce (M)

[Spearhead]

Let me clear a few things up...

If any of you are wondering, then yes, this is not originally mine. I have been reading this before when it was worked on a while back (2 years ago, maybe 3). I enjoyed it somewhat, but the fanfic didn't present itself well and it was brought to a halt after it got to chapter 14 (the chapters were really short).

The original author, however, asked people if they wanted to continue it or start it over again from scratch. I took the chance, seeing as how it might have potential to be really good, and I was given the rights to this fanfiction. I'm not really making it significantly better, but I tweaked the plot and characterisation somewhat while still abiding by the author's plot layout that he gave me, and now I'm a quarter of the way there (... kinda).

I'm hoping I can get some advice on what to work on and how to fix it, as well as getting some feedback. I'm planning to make a sequel, but if people don't like it then I'd have to scratch that idea and do something else.

So let the adventure begin!

EDIT: I'm only going to submit 3 chapters for now so that I can re-read my other chapters and see if I have to fix them.


THE TRIFORCE
By: Spearhead

Prologue

Many years ago, Hyrule was nothing as it is now; a wasteland, void of any sort of life, and peace was just a fantasy in the land. There were no forests that sheltered the animals, nor were there animals that lived. No rivers to offer a cool drink to a traveller or any other living thing. There were no valleys that carved through the land and shaped the surface. There were no fields that stretched out for miles and miles. All that there was were wastelands as far as the eye could see. The sun never shone, for black clouds as thick as a fire's smoke lingered in the skies, with bolts of lightning that scarred the land for the eternity to come that time. Death had made it's home in the Hyrule that once was, but this sort of calamity did not continue.

From the heavens above, three golden goddesses came to this wasteland of a place, becoming Hyrule's saviors from the destruction. These three golden goddesses are Din, goddess of power; Nayru, goddess of Wisdom; Farore, goddess of Courage.

Din, with her strong, flaming arms, carved the land and cultivated the red earth.

Nayru, pouring her wisdom unto the land, gave the world law.

Farore, giving her spirit to Hyrule, created the life that would uphold the law.

With their labours complete, the three goddesses left the world for the heavens. Once they did, they left a relic of great and sacred power, meant to keep balance between light and dark; between both the pure of heart and those with hearts consumed by shadow. Three golden triangles, each with the power of one of the goddesses, formed as one triangle: the Triforce.

The Triforce was hidden inside a temple which the goddesses built for this purpose. It was built in the center of Hyrule, surrounded by everything which was made by the golden goddesses. Since that time, all life in Hyrule lived in peace, no violnce ever breaking out amongst them. Not even sins of small effect occurred. Life in Hyrule, that time and centuries to come, was peaceful for all... well, at least for that time alone.

A storm brewed in the skies above the land of gold, with black clouds hovering across all of Hyrule. The sun's light could not penetrate the stormclouds that lingered above. Soon after the clouds fell to the surface, consuming all in darkness. The living, both man and beast, had their hearts turn to shadow, controlled by the darkness. They all started to kill eachother as they bathed in a bloodbath to obtain what was desired most by their dark hearts: the Triforce.

Those who did not give up to this insanity of the dark-hearted fought back to protect the relic of the gods. The King, himself, along with other royal families of Hyrule, sent forth their armies to fight against their brethren, their families, their own people, to protect the Triforce. The storm that came before only brought rain of blood, thunder of the clashing of blades, lighting of the fire that came with the chaos that which was Hyrule. The King prayed to the gods of Hyrule for help, but an answer did not return. Only when the King of Hyrule thought that it could not be worse than it was, that's when it became worse.

Evil had become much more organized, more smarter than anticipated. All the darkness that existed escaped from the possessed, only to form an entity from all of it. That entity, heartless and with the desire to kill, wanted what was fought for: the relic of the goddesses. An army of monsters came from beneath, all killing the life of Hyrule so that their master, the King of Evil, the dark entity, could have the Triforce.

All hope was lost at that very moment, as the war between Hyrule and the dark creatures continued for centuries since that time. Although hope was definetly lost for Hyrule, it did not disappear.

A warrior, dressed in the green of fields, rode into battle. He held his blade up high, striking the enemy with swift and decisive blows. He quickly headed towards where the King of Evil waited for him, for the warrior's arrival was waited for by the dark entity inside the temple where the Triforce laid protected. The warrior, once inside, charged at the dark entity, his sword held by his side. The King of Evil attacked as well, clashing his sword with the warrior's. A blast of what sounded like thunder echoed in the room of the temple. Both fought malevolently, attempting to destroy the other. It was a battle that decided the fate of Hyrule.

The warrior and the King of Evil exchanged few words, so it is said, only enough to understand the other's intent. To kill their opponent. The warrior fought brilliantly, with his sword dancing in the air, as it collided with the dark blade of the King of Evil. Blessed with the power of the Goddess's, the warrior held his own against the King of Evil. Only when an hour had passed did the warrior tire. Seeing his victory at hand, the King of Evil threw his head back and laughed. Then, in one powerful thrust, he stabbed his blade of darkness into the warrior's chest, peircing his heart. As the light died from the warrior's eyes, his body began to glow, seeming to radiate with the goddesses' control over him. The King of Evil was locked in place, frozen by awe and fear of the image before him. With a swift swing of his sword, the head of the dark king fell to the floor, with the warrior's body following it afterwards. The door to the Dark Realm, where all of the dark-hearted are sent to, opened once the dark king was no more, and the door took all of the monsters, created by the King of Evil, inside it, and the King of Evil followed his minions into the world of shadow. The temple crumbled from the door's power, but it did not collapse. All of Hyrule came back to peace, but the smell of blood lingered and the corpses of their people laid in a pool of blood. It would take years to bring back Hyrule to what it was before the massacre.

The warrior, however, was gone from the world. His body, found by a priestess of the temple, was buried at the temple grounds, to be remembered forever as the one who saved Hyrule and protected the triforce. The day the King of Evil was gone, the people of Hyrule went to the hero's grave to pay their respects to their savior, and they had a grand feast to celebrate the vicotry of the warrior, always wanting to remember the day of new peace.

Well, that's what I heard, probably some children's tale told by traders at the taverns during the late nights. However, it's hard to say whether it's a dumb legend to make up for the forgotten truth of our pasts, or if this is that forgotten truth. It doesn't matter to me anymore, though. What matters most now, to me and to everyone depending on me, is that I'm the only one to bring Hyrule to it's Golden Age, as it was before that supposed dark era had been born. My name, not important to me, nor should it be to you. Just know that this is a story of a troubled boy, who must protect his people from the darkness that is soon to come.

[Spearhead]

Chapter I:
My Past, Present, and Unjust Accusation

A day of warmth before the time of cold. Winter was approaching soon, and the first snowflake could fall any day. A cool breeze would blow from over the mountains (one of them being Death Mountain) from the north from time to time. However, for a time when the days should be getting colder, today was different. This day made summer feel as if it would not go. The sun shone with a gentle radiance on the bustling towns and quiet woods. The lush fields of green flowed with the wind, and Lake Hylia was calm as well. All that could be said was that today was one of the best days that Hyrule could recieve. A gift from the gods, possibly? Or a sign of pity for many, for a dark event may come brewing out of nowhere, to no one's knowledge? Hopefully that will not come for a long time.

This day may have been excellent for many, but for one boy it was sacred. This day was something to cherish for many years to come for him.

"What a wonderful day it is."

The boy sat at the edge of the lake, staring into the clear skies above. He sat there, knees bent up and his arms crossed over them, holding a fishing rod loosely in his right hand. His dirty blonde hair waved with every gust of the cool, gentle breeze that came by, with his eyes gazing up into the sky. He was in his young adolescent years, around the age of 16 maybe. He had never been so happy to enjoy a day such as this, for his life was not one to enjoy. His dirty, ripped clothes and the rope around his waist that held his pants up was an evident sign that would give it away to anyone who sees him. That might also have been why his physique is well-built. He was a street urchin, living off of what he could find, or steal, anywhere he went. That boy was me.

My fishing rod really wasn't a fishing rod, more like a long branch and thin rope tied at the other end. I tied a worm or two at the end of the rope, and threw the end into the water and waited. At least it was better than catching fish with my bare hands, and trust me on that 'cause it can be a real pain in the ass after awhile. Anyway, it shouldn't be a big problem since fish were swarming everywhere in the water. I just sat and waited for a fish to catch onto the rope, so I could just pull it out and have something to eat.

It wasn't long until a large fish was grabbing onto the rope with it's massive mouth. I quickly strengthened my grip on the branch with both hands, and pulled as hard as I could as I stood up for support. It was trying to pull me into the water, but I stood my ground against the monstrous beast. It might as well have been about 30 pounds if not more. I knew that I would have a meal for today as well as tomorrow if I caught this thing.

Suddenly I was forced back. The tension in the rope was gone. I looked closely and saw that the large fish was swimming away with a long, thin object in it's mouth. Seeing this, a thought came to mind that wasn't pleasent. Without a second thought, I pulled the rope out of the water, only to see that the worms were gone as well as half the rope.

"Damn, this isn't what I wanted right now." I cursed under my breath as I fell back onto the soft grass behind me. To my surprise, the soft grass turned to hard, prickly stone in the minute I stood up. I rubbed my hand to feel the uncomfortable rock that I sat on. I turned my head down to see what my butt was on, and then a red eye was looking at me. I jumped off the rock as I was startled to see that the rock was infact a Blue Tektite. It's pincers was wet with it's saliva, opening and closing them. It stared at me for quite awhile when I just stood there looking at it. I was amazed to see a big bug like this. It was abnormally big, it's body being about the size of me if I was curled up in a ball. The legs it had was nearly twice my height. To top it all, I knew what it wanted: me for dinner. Without a second thought, I wrapped my fingers around the hilt of my knife which I keep with me for hunting, pulling it half way out if its sheath to be ready to pull it out. Finally, something to pass the time, I said to myself relieved. It was getting really boring just sitting on the ground watching the time pass. A fight with this creature may not have been fun, but it was better than nothing.

The tektite took the chance to strike first, leaping in the air high above me. I bent my knees and waited for the chance to counter. As it landed, I rolled out of the way and pulled my knife out and sliced one of its legs. Shrieking in pain, it fell to its side and gave me the chance to finish it off. Playing with the knife in my hand, I was ready to give the death blow. With all my strength put into the attack, I lifted my knife overhead and swung it into the soft underbelly of the beast, as the blade entered smoothly if it were in water. The shrieking of pain ended with the motionlessness of the insect's body.

"That's the end of that," I said acting proud of myself. I placed my knife into its sheath, and went to sit at the lakeside, when a firm grip held onto my shoulder. I turned to see who it was, and I saw an old man who didn't look too happy to see me. It was the professor from the laboratory not far from me.

"Hey, professor," I greeted. "I see you brought a broom with you, but something tells me you didn't come here to sweep the grass." This doesn't look good, I warned myself. I knew very well what the broom was for. What else would an old man use a broom for when he sees a kid doing something he thinks is illegal. Oh wait, I was doing something illegal.

"You pesky, little brat!" the professor complained to me, letting go of my shoulder and placing both hands on the broom. "You know that fishing at Lake Hylia is forbidden!"

An angry tone was evident in his voice, when I also noticed that the broom came flying at me. I quickly evaded the attack, and started running. I knew that staying for the moment and taking all my things with me was a bad idea, so I had no choice but to leave as quickly as I could before he would hit me with that broom of his.

Evading the old man's broom swinging was easy, but now finding food for the day would become hard as hell. It wasn't everyday that I could find food. Usually I steal from the shops in the Castle Market Town, since it was much easier, but if that wouldn't work then I'd go hunting. However, hunting would only give me food that tasted like crap. If nothing worked, I would go hungry for the day. There goes my perfect day.

I rested on the side of a tree for the moment. Life was always for the better for my family, and for me. I was never always a street urchin, you know. I used to live in a grand city called DaMar, full of nobles and people in high class. It was located in the center of Hyrule, surrounding the Temple of Time. I was born into a family of nobles myself, where my father was a well-respected soldier, and my mother was a gentle, loving woman.

- - - - -

My father was well on his way to becoming General of the Hyrulean army. His swordsmanship was exceptional when comparing it to the greatest swordsmen in Hyrule. He was a great soldier, always fighting to his fullest, and never giving into defeat until he sees it through the war. Some of his commanding officers said that he acted more like a vicious beast than a normal Hylian, but he always had a heart of gold. He loved his wife, my mother, and he loved me as well as my younger siblings, Alric and Holly. Sometimes he'd teach me and my brother how to fight with a sword, and we learned pretty quickly the basics of it all. Well, at least he told us that, since I never fully grasped the method.

My mother was a gentle woman, never showing an angry face or any sign of anger. She was a loving person, always giving a helping hand to anyone who needs it. Many people ask for her advice, since she was said to be very knowledgeable in many things. Whenever I hurt myself, or if my brother or sister would hurt themselves, she would always be there to make the pain disappear and comfort us. I felt very lucky to have had her as a mother. There was no one like her in all of Hyrule, I could bet you that.

My siblings were always great to have around. My brother Alric was a year younger than me, but more of a bad-ass than I was. I guess you can say we tried to see who was the bigger bad-ass, since that's what we were good at. We went around the city and tried to see who can piss off the shop owners the most. We did get into trouble countless of times, but we both knew it was worth it. Holly, also a year younger, called us stupid for being so "childish" as she puts it, but my brother and I sometimes teased her for being such a baby half the time. It was an eye for an eye, so to speak. She was a timid girl, afraid of such trivial things like the dark and spooky noises and whatnot, but she was always able to put a smile on her face like mom did. Sometimes during the evening, when the sun would slowly set into the horizon, she'd drag me to the hilltop in the city, where a giant tree stood tall, and she would sing to me with her soft, melodic voice and pick flowers. For a girl her age, she could sing better than anyone I knew. It soothed my soul, hearing her sing the way she did.

Life was great, and I felt that nothing could go wrong. That was when something happened that changed my life, as well my family's life, for the worst.

The war that determined the future of Hyrule happened, and my father was sent on the frontline of the Hylian army. My family and I waited for his return, holding onto faith for support. We waited and waited as patiently as we could. I had faith that he'd return, because I knew he would. I felt that he was so great a soldier that he couldn't die. He survived through such wars, why not this one?

And the day the war ended was the day that I would never forget. A soldier came to our doorstep, and when my mother saw him she started to shed tears. I didn't know at first what happened, but I was young and naive. What could you expect from a 6 year old? It was when she started to cry and held the soldier, asking for comfort, as he replied to it by holding her in his arms to attempt to comfort her. My eyes were open to the reality. Father was dead, never coming back. I became angry, thinking life could never go for the better. I thought to myself that my life was over. I wish I was wrong that time. If I ever wanted to be wrong, it would've been that time.

Not long after the war my city was invaded by beasts still corrupt by the Dark King. They destroyed everything they saw, leaving no survivers. Men, women, and children were slain and their corpses thrown everywhere like garbage. It was horrific, something I could never get rid of from my mind. Fortunately I left safely, but at the expense of my mother's life. She forced me to escape, so that I may keep living. I wanted to know what happened to my brother and sister, and I was assured they were safe. I tried to think of something to say to convince my mother to keep me there with her. I didn't want to leave, and have her die for me. My father died, my friends and everyone I knew were killed like animals. I didn't want to live any longer. I wanted to stay, but my mother made me change my mind when she said these words,

"You must live for your land, just as your father did."

I had to leave, I knew I just had to. My father always wanted me to fight not for myself, but for everyone living in Hyrule. Out of respect for him and for my family, I left. I hated what I did, but I knew I had to, or else I could never forgive myself. After that, I lived on my own on the streets of Hyrule City, stealing or finding food and shelter. I used what I learned from my father about survival and fighting. I did everything to survive, even if I had to kill anyone, but luckily I didn't have to.

- - - - -

I heard galloping from afar, and my curious self turned my head to look at where the sounds were coming from. I saw soldiers on horseback riding in my direction. They were wearing red clothes over chainmail armour, so they had to be Royal Guards. What's going on, I wondered. Only a huge event would make the king send the Royal Guard out. I figured it had nothing to do with me, so I rested my head back on the tree trunk. The galloping got louder every second I ignored it, and it just really started to irritate me, so I looked again to see that they were coming my way to me. I stood up, and soon was surrounded by them. One of the guards talked with the one beside him, and held a scroll in their hand. I didn't hear their exact words, but what I did hear was my description. What the hell did I do? I wondered what I could've done to provoke the Royal Guard from coming to get me. There's no way in Hell did I do something that bad.

The guard with the scroll came forward on his horse, and read from the paper, "By order of his Majesty, King Nohanse Daphness Hyrule, you are hereby to come with us peacefully. Any attempt to escape or act of violence shall be responded to with forced obedience to his Majesty's order."

"I didn't even do anything," I tried to explain. "Why the hell do I have to come?"

Then a thought dawned on me. No, that's impossible! I thought. He couldn't have sent a message that fast, it's just impossible!

"Look, I don't know what that old man told you, but I can guarantee that I didn't catch any fish." I tried desperately to convince them. I still think it was impossible that the old man told them I was fishing at the lake.

A guard from behind dismounted from his horse, and I heard his sword unsheathe from it's sheath. I sowly grabbed onto my knife. Did they want to kill me was what went through my mind. They must take this fishing business seriously to want to kill me.

His steps quickened, my grip became tighter. If it was a fight they wanted, a fight they shall receive, so at the second the guard's blade swung down to my head I took out my blade and blocked it. I didn't move my body, nor did I turn around. I protected myself by only using the sound of the blade slicing the air. The surprise defence I pulled off had everyone open their mouths in awe, and me smirking at them. The soldier behind me tried another sweep, but I caught him off guard and came in with a jab to the stomach. The chainmail made the jab hurt me but I knocked the guy out. I took his sword and stood infront of the guards. The smirk on my face didn't go away, it became more intimidating by the looks of things. They still looked surprised and a bit afraid. Probably afraid to take me on, I thought.

Yet again, I heard someone dismounting off their horse. I turned around to see someone, a bit taller than me, facing me. I couldn't see who it was because the sun shone into my eyes, but I could tell that it might have been a woman. She raised her hand, as I followed with my knife, but she tricked me by kneeing be in the stomach, knocking me out.

"Damn... you..." was what I managed to say before I lost conciousness.

[Spearhead]

Chapter II:
True Lies

I woke up, but I found myself in something not possible to find yourself in. Black was all I could see, and the darkness seemed to press against my body and pushing against me. It was consuming me alive, and I couldn't fight against it. My body was motionless due to the shadow's pressure against me. What the hell is going on, I wondered. Where in Hyrule could I find myself here? Where did those damn soldiers put me?

I suddenly noticed a blurred image a few feet away from me. It was a whitish-grey cloud forming into some sort of object. I was forced to watch since the darkness was too strong for me to bear that it wouldn't allow me to close my eyes. I witnessed it changing in front of me and turning into a man. That man walked towards me and held something in his hand by his waist. It was too blurred to tell what it was in his hand, but as soon as he came closer he held it over his head. I knew then what it was he was holding. I was much too afraid to look away, for in his hands he held a sword. In his hands, he held my death.

Just as the man lunged at me with the sword, that's when I awoke from it. I found myself in a room with cobble stone floors and walls of the same stone. Windows let light in from the wall opposite of me. I found myself on a soft bed with pink sheets, and I also noticed a dresser with a mirror hanging over it on the wall. I found myself in a normal room, and I let out a relieved sigh. It was only a dream. But it looked so real, though. What did it mean?

My attention turned to a girl that sat on a chair by the window. The gust of wind blew her golden blonde hair from her face, so I could see her face clearly. I could tell by seeing into her sapphire blue eyes that she was sad, or worried, about something... no, more like scared about something, but not as scared as I was when I realized that I was looking at the heir to the throne, Princess Zelda. I paniced out of fear that I might be in big trouble because of this... wait a second, I thought, why am I in her room and not being questioned like it normally happens? It confused me now what was going on. I mean, if I was breaking a law, especially such a law like fishing in Lake Hylia at this time of year, then I should be in the dungeon and waiting to be questioned. Why would I be sent to Princess Zelda's room? It made no damn sense at all.

She looked at me then, noticing me sitting up on the bed. I looked at her, and froze. What's gonna happen now? What will she do? The thoughts went on and on in my head at that one second we looked at each other until she started to speak.

"Good, you're awake," she spoke softly. "How has your sleep been? Pleasant, I hope."

The only thing I could do then was act like an idiot and nod with my mouth open in awe. What else could I do? She was talking to me in a nice way, and not suspiciously nice. Just what in the freakin' hell is going on!?

Zelda then turned away to look out the window. She sighed a worried sigh, before she asked me the one question that really was the shock of my life.

"Is your name Lee?" she asked, and my eyes opened wide to the shocking question. How did she know my name? I never told anyone my name before for the past 10 years and she knew me. How is that possible? I did the one thing I could do, and that was freaking out and lashing out at her, asking her the many questions my mind wanted answered.

"What the hell is going on?!" I started lashing out, loudly and fiercely," And how did you know my name? I never told anyone my name before, so you couldn't know!" Tears ran down the princess' face, but I didn't bother to notice and continued to lash out at her. "Why am I here?! Tell me, why the hell am I here?! It's not because I was fishing at the lake, is it?!" And I stopped then. I tried to calm myself down after knowing that my rude behaviour was making her cry. Great, now I've done it. If there was only one thing that could be the worst possible thing to do, then it would be making the princess of Hyrule cry. I could never remember the last time I made any girl cry. My father taught me to show a lady respect above all else, and that if I failed to do so then I would lose my pride and honour as a man. Looks like I failed you, father. I let out a sigh of disappointment. Well, at least I could try to fix it.

"I'm sorry, your highness, I don't know what came over me." Not much of an apology, but better than nothing I guess. "Please forgive me, your majesty." I went on my knees and bowed down to try and seem more apologetic and respectful.

She wiped her tears with her gloved hand, and looked down at me on the ground. I looked up to see if she was angry or anything like that, but she had a smile on her face instead. Great, another mind-boggling thing. Isn't this the part where she's supposed to be angry and send in guards to have me arrested? Wait, aren't I already arrested? What the hell am I thinking? What the hell everything!? It was obvious that I was panicing with the strangest of thoughts in my head. What would you expect when you're taken by guards by force and thinking you're arrested, but you find yourself in the room of the most beautiful girl in Hyrule? A whole lotta deja vu, that's what!

"Please get up, you do not have to bow down," she said softly once more. "You don't need to do that, please."

Before was confusing enough, but this took the cake. The princess of Hyrule asking me to not bow? What the... am I still asleep or something, 'cause that's not supposed to happen. I was confused out of my mind. I needed to know what was going on.

"Look, I'm very sorry about the shouting," I apologized again, making sure there were no hard feeling between the two of us. "It's just that all of this is making no sense at all. Why am I here? Is it because I broke that treaty or something by fishing at the lake?"

"No, not that," Zelda replied. "And you are pardoned from that by my father's orders."

That was a relief to hear her say that, but the question still remained: why the hell was I here?

"Your reason for being here, Lee," Zelda began as if she read my mind, "Is one that is hard to accept." I hated to hear that part. "Are you willing to listen?"

Well, finally she tells me. It was relieving to hear that, since then I could listen to her for the moment and get out of there and just live my life the way I did before I was forcefully brought to the castle. Unfortunately for me, it didn't happen that way, and I should've known that when she said that it would be "hard to accept." Out of negligence I nodded my head yes, and Zelda sighed heavily and worriedly. I thought she then lied about the whole pardon from breaking the treaty, but I knew she coudn't do that. Everyone knew Zelda was no liar, she's too kind towards anyone. She cared about anyone, even those threatening to her people and to her. Many Hyruleans don't like that about her, but it shows that she knows justice when the time comes to act lawful and fair-minded.

"Since the day Hyrule became existent, the goddesses have spoken to the many gods of Hyrule about protecting the golden relic, the Triforce. They knew that it would be safe for many years, but the possibility of a malicious force may threaten the relic's safety and the Triforce would be used for the destruction of Hyrule. You do know the story of it's power, don't you?"

"Yeah, of course," I doubtlessly replied. "Whoever with a sinless heart places their hand on the Triforce and makes a wish, Hyrule will go back into its Golden Age, before that war many years ago," and way before the Evil King came. "If a man with a heart filled with hate touches the Triforce, we're pretty much screwed." I must've said that too sarcastically, because when I said that she didn't seem too pleased with hearing it.

"You are correct, Lee," Zelda replied. "And to assure that no man with such a heart is able to obtain the golden relic, the goddesses decided that a family with exceptional ability to control this tremendous power must protect it as their bloodline continues." I didn't know why, but Zelda began to shiver. Was it cold I wondered, but I didn't feel anything from outside, not to mention that it was really warm. Was she afraid of something? She was worried the whole time about something, so it must be that. I don't think it's my sarcasm that made her upset.

Zelda continued, "The gods searched for this family for three days, unable to find any sort of evidence of their existence, and for good reason. 'How could such a family exist without our knowledge?' they asked the goddesses. Do you know what their reply was?" I nodded a no. She then continued, " 'Fate is uncontrollable by even us gods,' they said. Instead of arguing this issue, they kept searching. Their search ended before the sun set into the horizon on the third day, when they spotted a family of nobles who were out on a hilltop, in the city of DaMar. The gods could not understand what they felt coming from them, but it was an extraordinary burst of power. They knew they had found them. From then on, they were assigned as the Guardians of the Triforce, keeping the relic safe from evil. Every firstborn male of each generation protects the Triforce, and the members of his family must aid him in his duty." Zelda bowed her head down, still with that worried expression. I didn't understand what bothered her so much. "After months of looking all over Hyrule, we have found him; we have found the next protector of the relic." She looked up at me. "You are that protector, Lee. You are the Guadian of the Triforce."

I couldn't explain what sort of feeling my body felt, but it was a mix of surprise and fear. I couldn't think straight at that moment. My father always told me I was very important to Hyrule, but like this? I didn't believe it, and I had good reason to.

"You must be shocked to hear this," the princess said softly, probably to try and be sensitive about the issue. It was hard to hold back my temper, but I managed somehow. How would you react to possibly the biggest secret of your life?

"Y-you must be wrong," I replied, stuttering in my voice. "I can't be this guy you're talking about. The protector of the Triforce? Impossible! I mean..." I had no idea what I should've said then and there. It was all a blur, I had no idea what the right thing to say was because I knew then why she was worried the whole time. She was too confident it was me that was this person she talked about, so I knew I had to try and make her think I was him. It would be lying to her majesty, but I couldn't let her think she was wrong. She depended on this assumption too much that if I tried convincing her no it might ruin her hopes.

"Alright, I understand," I told her calmly. "I might feel that you're right, your Highness. Many things happened that were unexplainable in my life, and even if this is doubtfully true, it's the only truth I understand." I never knew lying was so easy.

A smile showed on her face, and it kind of made me feel good, although I did lie so it wasn't something to feel good about. It made me feel close to guilty, but making her smile nonetheless gave me assurance that I'm pulling it off... for now.

"I knew you were him," she said with a satisfied tone in her voice. She stood up from her chair, and walked to the door as her long pink and white dress brushed over the ground. I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. I knew she was hot, but just looking at her was really a sight to see. I can't find the right word to describe it, but if you could just see her you'll know what I vaguely mean. "Please come with me, Lee," Zelda asked of me as she placed her hand on the door knob. "My father wishes to speak to you."

The King? Wants to talk to me? That was a bit unexpected. The thought of how my meeting with the King of Hyrule went through my mind over and over that one moment. It was a nostalgic feeling, getting the chance to see the King for a reason other than breaking the law. Unfortunately that's how anyone gets to see the King. For some reason he was always busy to fix problems in the kingdom, but what was he so busy for? What was so important? I stopped thinking so much after I had too many questions in my head. With the turn of the knob, followed by the opening of the door, we went on our way.

But seriously, I thought to myself. I get to see the King! How cool is that?

[Spearhead]

I got three more ready for viewing, if anyone is actually reading (if not, I feel really dumb posting this up).

Chapter III:
Deadly Encounters

Meeting the King of Hyrule was what I always dreamed of doing. My father told many good things about his majesty and how he cares about his people. After hearing this my curiosity grew even more as to find out about the king. When I was younger I always thought the king was so great and mighty because of power that he had over the kingdom. To me, power was the greatest virtue as a hero which the king was considered by many of his people, but my father taught me better that being a hero isn't all power. Being a hero requires loyalty, honesty, trustworthy, self-sacrifice, courage, honour... if only I could have even half of the qualities he had, then I could possibly consider myself a hero. No one could compare to my father, not even his own son.

We entered the throne room through the large, bronze doors that were too big to even think they were for normal-size people. The throne room from the other side of the huge doors was clean and elegant, with golden brown walls covered by portraits of the past kings of Hyrule, and red curtains draping over the portraits. A red carpet travelled from the large doors to the throne room to the golden-incrusted throne with red back and seat cushions. There were 2 of those thrones; one for Princess Zelda I assumed, and the other I saw the king sit on. He looked presentable with his golden crown on his head, stroking his short, dirty blond beard. He wore a red cape bordered by white wool and underneath the cape he worde a nice white shirt and dark brown pants. The king was pretty big, like fat big, not muscle big. I don't know if I should've thought he was a fat-ass or he used to be in good shape, but he just looked lazy at first sight of him.

There was one thing I learned about the king already before even talking to him: he has a strange fetish for the colour red.

Zelda and I stood at the base of the few steps to the throne the king sat on. The princess walked up to the king and stood beside him.

"Father, I'm here," Zelda spoke in her soft voice again.

"Is this the boy, my dear?" the king asked in a serious tone. Something told me he didn't seem too happy about something.

"Yes father," Zelda replied timidly, although I didn't know why she was afraid. "I am sure this is him. I have no doubt in my mind."

The king groaned, thinking for the moment I stood there, waiting for an answer from him. He seemed to be in a deep state of thought. What was going on, I wondered. My enthusiasm was gone after my senses warned me of something. After living on your own for 10 years, you pick up these little things that warn you of danger. Just what was the king thinking about? I hope he isn't pissed off about the fishing incident.

The king got off the chair, walking to me down the few steps from his throne. I was kinda confused at what to do at this point. I mean, I was standing in front of the king for crying out loud, what was I supposed to do? Out of cinfusion, I bowed down in front of him to show him I had no disrespect for him, and out of fear that he might arrest me or something as bad. A long pause was all I got, silence blanketing the room, and I felt like an idiot. What's going on? My question was answered with a laugh from the king standing in front of me, who was pulling me by the arm to have me stand up. I gave him a confused look, and he laughed more.Ok, what just happened? Did I do something stupid... again?

"Oh, you make me laugh boy," the king said, trying to hold back his laughter. "Didn't my daughter already tell you that you shouldn't bow down to me? My boy, you are as great as the king himself."

"Oh yeah, that's right." Zelda did mention that. How could I forget?

"Let me introduce myself to you, Protector," he said with such pride, opening his arms to embrace that pride of telling me his name. "I am King Nohanse Daphness Hyrule, ruler of this fine land you live in."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your majesty," I replied.

Nohanse then wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and walked with me to his throne.

"You see, my men and my daiughter, Zelda, have been searching for you for quite some time," the king explained to me. "It took countless tries to find you, and we found many boys your age, and some even older or younger, who we believed was you." He took his hand of my shoulders and walked to his throne. "But they never seemed to pass the Trial of Judgement."

"And what is this Trial of Judgement?" I asked with such sarcastic enthusiasm.

"Oh, you'll soon find out, my boy," Nohanse replied enthusiastically. It was beginning to be a real problem for me to hear his enthusiasm for everything.

He motioned his hand to a Royal Guard that stood to one side of the throne, and that guard soon exited the room.

"Are you ready for the trial?" the king asked me, meshing his fingers together from both hands and leaning his head on them. A worried and frightened look formed on Zelda's face. You know how I mentioned my senses warn me of danger? Well, this was that danger I felt even more then.

"Father, please don't," she pleaded her father. "You always rush this trial, and never give them a chance to be ready." The princess tugged on her father's arm. "Please, give him a week to train. He cannot fight that thing yet." Uh... what thing was she talking about?

"If he is given a week to train, only to fail the trial, then the wait would be all for nothing." Nohanse held Zelda's hand. "I know how you feel after the events with the others, but please have faith. Don't worry about him, and hope he does fine." He gave her an assuring smile. "I know he will, my gut tells me so."

Zelda let go of her father's arm, and sat in her throne, still with the sared look on her face. Something told me I wasn't gonna like this one bit.

The guard came into the throne room, with two more walking next to him on either side of him. They all carried chains in their hands, probably pulling something very large. I noticed lights coming from the doorway; two red orbs, next to each other, floating above them. I thought it was some sort of altar they were pulling, with red flames on candles standing tall, but I was dead wrong. Loud stomps were heard from the doorway, followed by a screech that wants to make you run faster than a white wolfos who got its tail cut off. Once the light from the throne room shone onto the creature, it only made me want to freeze from horror. Now I knew why the doors were so big.

"Your trial, my boy," Nohanse explained, "Is to kill this beast, by any means necessary."

Yeah, right, I told myself. How do you expect me to do that, your majesty?

It was a moblin, although it was deformed in numerous ways. It had a hunchback growing out, and he looked like he fell into Death Mountain's crater. His skin peeled off, and blood was dripping down from everywhere on the monster. The moblin had teeth bigger than me sticking out from its mouth, and claws were even bigger. I asked myself, looking at my odds of winning, How the hell am I gonna do this? I looked back at the king with a petrified look on my face. He gave me a smile, strangely it was a warm one. I didn't know if he was trying to give me some confidence or if he tried to make me feel I'll accomplish killing this big, ugly piece of crap before it rips me to shreds. I seemingly had no choice in the matter, except to fight it. One thing I wanted to know was how?

The beast's claw smashed down overhead, and I barely jumped back out of the way. After looking at the crater the claw left, I wondered that if I got hit would anything be left of me. I wasn't given time to think on that subject when I saw the claw swipe across the floor once again towards me. I ducked to dodge the attack, losing a hair in the process and nearly getting my head ripped off. It seemed hopeless to fight this thing, but I had to do it nonetheless. First I needed something to help me fight back, like a sword or another kind of weapon. I knew I couldn't fight the thing without some help, so I thought quick. I looked around the room as I dodged the attacks from the moblin, but nothing seemed effective against it; there were no suitable weapons, no swords, no spears, no nothing. That's when Zelda took matters into her own hands, or at least that's what I think happened. She forcefully took a spear out of one of the guards' hands and notified me,

"Lee!" she called out. Luckily I heard her, but barely, through all the falling stone and debree, as well as the wooden support beams from the ceiling that splintered to the ground. I looked at her, and she threw the spear toward me as I watched it soar through the air before it rolled onto the ground. I grinned, satisfied with my odds from that point. Finally, something worth fighting with. I dive rolled to the spear, avoiding another one of the smashing fists from the horrid-looking moblin, and grabbed the spear. I held it defensively, finally standing up to the beast. Time to kick some monster ass!

The beast threw down his claw to the ground with brute strength. I didn't jump cowardly out of the way this time, but instead I stood there and drove the head of the spear through the moblin's claw. Strange, I thought, that I didn't feel scared to fight back. I didn't know what the feeling was, nor where it came from, but it was such a calm and soothing feeling. I felt unusually overwhelmed of calmness and felt so relaxed, feeling no fear while standing up to this creature. Did I also mention that I never held a spear in my hand before? Because it felt so comfortable in my hand like I was skilled with using the weapon. What also happened was that I blanked out, unaware of what went on. My body wouldn't listen to me, nor did my mind. It was like... I don't know how to explain it. I didn't know where this sensation came from, I didn't know why it happened, but since my body didn't listen to me it could only mean that I was being controlled by something, or someone. But if that was true, which I highly doubted, then who, or what, was it?

The beast screeched in pain, pulling it's claw back. My spear was still stuck to its hand, but I didn't plan to let go. I held strongly to the spear, trying to pull it out with my weight. Successfully I pulled the weapon out, landed on the ground, and swung the spear overhead in my hand as I went into a defensive stance. I stared at the moblin, watching it's movement carefully. I never felt such a calm feeling, that it could help me concentrate as easy as breathing. The moblin's movement was slow, easy to follow, as if time slowed itself. I didn't know what was going on with me, but it didn't matter then. All I knew was that then and there I could kill the beast with ease.

It's claws were swinging toward me. Seeing this, I ducked under the first swipe and dodged the second by jumping to the left. The claw crashed into the ground, so I seized the opportunity to strike back. I ran up the moblin's arm, scarring its skin with the blade-end of the spear as I ran up. After scarring the whole forearm I leapt off and went straight for his head. Seeing this the moblin attempted to punch me out from mid-air. At this point a part of me knew it was hopeless to get through, but nothing paid any attention to me. My body rejected me, and went for a failed attempt to attack through the moblin's offensive strike. At least I thought it was a failed attempt, for when my spear and the monster's fist collided the first thing I saw was blood spilling out and a hand falling swiftly to the floor. Next thing I knew, I stood on the moblin's head with my spear driven into its skull. I woke up from that trance I was in during the whole fight, and saw what I did.What the hell? cam to mind, after seeing blood all over and myself standing on the beast's head.

The moblin fell back, and I lost footing on the body's head. I fell the other way, landing onto my back. The moblin made an impact onto the floor by shaking it, making a bit more of debree that fell from the already unstable ceiling. I looked at everything and saw destruction all over the throne room. The red carpet was ripped to shreds of fabric, with stone blocks and broken stone pieces around the room. The walls were destroyed, every painting either damaged or crushed by the debree. The red curtains on the wall over the portraits were ripped like the carpet, and the golden brown walls were now grey from the dust from the broken stone. the only clean and stable place was the throne area at the opposite end from the door. It was chaos in here, nothing else. What baffled me more was me; what the hell happened to me back there, during the fight with that moblin? I wanted to know. If I could do whatever I did back there again, then I could protect myself even better, I thought to myself. But then how can I do it if I don't know what it was?

I heard applause from across the battered room. I looked to see who applauded, and it was the king. Nohanse walked toward me, with Zelda right behind him. She looked relieved, probably from knowing the fight was over. The king, on the other hand, was just satisfied, not even being the least bit worried about my safety.

"Bravo, Lee," he called out, still aplauding. "I had my doubts, but you are certainly the one we've been looking for. Glad to have you with us, my boy."

"What the hell was this, Nohanse?!" I asked furiously. "Yoou knew that having me fight this thing without even a weapon was suicide, and yet you made me stand up against it. Did you want to get rid of me that badly, at the expense of your own throne room?!"

"Lee, please stop," Zelda said softly. Luckily I heard her, regardless of how loud I was shouting and showing my anger to the king. Remembering what my father taught me about being a man, I listened to Zelda and stopped the spazzing.

"My boy, you misunderstand," the king hesitantly explained. "It was not that I wanted to kill you, far from it. The only way that we could tell if you were really the Guardian of the Triforce is if we put you in extreme danger. If we gave you a true reason to use your absolute strength, it will awaken. We took into account that you would be inexperienced so we had to make sure it was highly dangerous."

So you decided to unleash ultimate doom on me?! Just where the hell do you come up with this idea?! Nonetheless, though, it didn't matter anymore. I survived the fight and now I can rest.

"Now we must depart." Nohanse called a guard who responded by running to him and standing in attention. "Please get 3 of my good horses ready for departure." The guard then saluted and ran out of the room in haste. I became confused, after hearing him say departure. Where could we be going now? Why are we going at this moment, when I just want to rest? When will this day be over so that I don't have to ask myself so many damn, freakin' questions?!

Nohanse continued to walk. "Please come, Lee. We must make haste."

"First tell me where we're going," I asked demandingly, awaiting an answer.

"We must go to the Temple of Time, so that you may complete the second trial and to see if you are truly who we've been searching for." the king sounded so overly dramatic, like he was telling a story. I heard that his majesty was sometimes strange in numerous ways, but all in all he was a good man, fun to be with if he feels like having a good time. Wait a sec, I wondered. Why would we be going to the Temple of Time?

The king was exiting the room through the bronze doors, as I quickly followed him. Whatever it was that his majesty was planning, I hope it's easier than fighting a huge piece of crap-looking moblin. I do not wanna see those again, ever.

We enetered the stable, and all I could think about was how bad the place stunk. Well, it was a stable, but it was nothing that I've ever smelled before. However, the large stables presented itself much cleaner than its smell does; the stables had stacks of clean, yellow hay piled on top of each other, and the walkways through the stables were clear of anything, especially of horse dung. Any stable you go to, you'll always step into an animals crap, but in here it was like it's impossible to do that if you even wanted to, not like I did. There were also many breeds of horses, almost too many to count. When I saw the exit to outside the stables, three white horses were at the ready. They were elegant creatures, white as snow, and their manes were the same snow white colour. It's like they were carved from the clear white ice you see around Zora River during the winter, with the exception that they don't melt. If you ever get the chance to see the river in winter, you won't regret it. It's a sight to see, much like these horses.

There was also a horse coming toward the stables. It was a black horse, with full-plated armour of a polished black. A man was riding on the horse, with black, polished armour just like the horse he was riding. His helmet, also the same colour, had a sort of a red mane hanging down his back to his shoulder blades. It had golden incrusted designs on the breastplate and arm and leg guards. It was the armour of the Hyrulean General, something my father would have been weaing if he survived to this day.

He stopped at the stable entrance and exit, and dismounted from his horse as a servant of the stables took the horse to get it cleaned up and ready for another ride when the time comes for it. He took off his helmet, and to my surprise the man who wore the armour of the Hyrulean General was none other than a male Gerudo, a thief despised by many people of Hyrule. Why would such a man wear that armour? It made no sense to me. He was no Hylian, no man who deserved the armour. Why would he be given permission to wear it? It might be okay with the king, but I didn't like it one bit.

"Ah, Sir Ganondorf, welcome back," Nohanse greeted him with a warm smile. "I assume that your meeting went well with your tribe."

"I cannot say, your majesty," the Gerudo man explained. "They aren't easy to convince to join forces with us. However, they have agreed to think the issue over. They will have an answer ready for us by the end of the week."

"That's excellent news, General," the king satisfyingly said. That's when the man eyed me, giving me a weird feeling and an unusual chill up my spine. I don't know what it was about him that made me feel startled by his appearance, but I didn't like the feeling.

"Pardon my interruption, your majesty, but I wasn't informed of a new stable boy working in our stables."

What the hell did he mean, stable boy! That's when I took into account that I still wore the torn up tunic and ripped pants. My filthy appearance made me look more like a street urchin, which was what I lived like for the past 10 years. Heck, it would even fool me into thinking the same thing he thought. Could you blame him?

"General, show some respect," Nohanse responded more seriously but with the same warm, joking kind of gesture he showed me awhile ago. "This boy here is the one we've been looking for."

"You don't mean..." Ganondorf paused, then looked at me with a look of shock. He looked into my eyes, which gave me an eerie feeling in my gut. I heard him mutter something, but all I heard was, "Those eyes." What could he mean by that? I never seen him in my life, but he acted like he knew me. Who was this man? I wondered about this man. Who could he be?

"Yes, this is the boy," the king explained. "He is the Guardian of the Triforce."

"I see," Ganondorf paid close attention to me, almost giving me the impression that he has something against me. What did I do to him? I didn't like where this was going.

He then put out his hand, wanting to shake mine. "It is a pleasure to meet you finally, Sir..."

"The name's Lee," I replied with a boastful tone, knowing that I had superiority over him. I shook his hand, and smiled, trying to hide my distaste for him. I didn't know why, like many things that happened that day, but he didn't seem friendly, no matter how well he was pulling off the whole mannerly routine.

"Sir Lee, is it?" We then let go of each other's hands. "Well, I see that you are still alive after fighting that hideous beast. I hope you succeed in completing the second trial." He went on his way after bowing in front of the king to excuse himself. We sat onto the sattles, with 4 Royal Guards accompanying us, and we set off to the Temple of Time without further delay, so that I may prove to be the Guardian of the Triforce, or fail and live as the street urchin I was before this day started.

[Spearhead]

I got three more ready for viewing, if anyone is actually reading (if not, I feel really dumb posting this up).

Chapter III:
Deadly Encounters

Meeting the King of Hyrule was what I always dreamed of doing. My father told many good things about his majesty and how he cares about his people. After hearing this my curiosity grew even more as to find out about the king. When I was younger I always thought the king was so great and mighty because of power that he had over the kingdom. To me, power was the greatest virtue as a hero which the king was considered by many of his people, but my father taught me better that being a hero isn't all power. Being a hero requires loyalty, honesty, trustworthy, self-sacrifice, courage, honour... if only I could have even half of the qualities he had, then I could possibly consider myself a hero. No one could compare to my father, not even his own son.

We entered the throne room through the large, bronze doors that were too big to even think they were for normal-size people. The throne room from the other side of the huge doors was clean and elegant, with golden brown walls covered by portraits of the past kings of Hyrule, and red curtains draping over the portraits. A red carpet travelled from the large doors to the throne room to the golden-incrusted throne with red back and seat cushions. There were 2 of those thrones; one for Princess Zelda I assumed, and the other I saw the king sit on. He looked presentable with his golden crown on his head, stroking his short, dirty blond beard. He wore a red cape bordered by white wool and underneath the cape he worde a nice white shirt and dark brown pants. The king was pretty big, like fat big, not muscle big. I don't know if I should've thought he was a fat-ass or he used to be in good shape, but he just looked lazy at first sight of him.

There was one thing I learned about the king already before even talking to him: he has a strange fetish for the colour red.

Zelda and I stood at the base of the few steps to the throne the king sat on. The princess walked up to the king and stood beside him.

"Father, I'm here," Zelda spoke in her soft voice again.

"Is this the boy, my dear?" the king asked in a serious tone. Something told me he didn't seem too happy about something.

"Yes father," Zelda replied timidly, although I didn't know why she was afraid. "I am sure this is him. I have no doubt in my mind."

The king groaned, thinking for the moment I stood there, waiting for an answer from him. He seemed to be in a deep state of thought. What was going on, I wondered. My enthusiasm was gone after my senses warned me of something. After living on your own for 10 years, you pick up these little things that warn you of danger. Just what was the king thinking about? I hope he isn't pissed off about the fishing incident.

The king got off the chair, walking to me down the few steps from his throne. I was kinda confused at what to do at this point. I mean, I was standing in front of the king for crying out loud, what was I supposed to do? Out of cinfusion, I bowed down in front of him to show him I had no disrespect for him, and out of fear that he might arrest me or something as bad. A long pause was all I got, silence blanketing the room, and I felt like an idiot. What's going on? My question was answered with a laugh from the king standing in front of me, who was pulling me by the arm to have me stand up. I gave him a confused look, and he laughed more.Ok, what just happened? Did I do something stupid... again?

"Oh, you make me laugh boy," the king said, trying to hold back his laughter. "Didn't my daughter already tell you that you shouldn't bow down to me? My boy, you are as great as the king himself."

"Oh yeah, that's right." Zelda did mention that. How could I forget?

"Let me introduce myself to you, Protector," he said with such pride, opening his arms to embrace that pride of telling me his name. "I am King Nohanse Daphness Hyrule, ruler of this fine land you live in."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, your majesty," I replied.

Nohanse then wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and walked with me to his throne.

"You see, my men and my daiughter, Zelda, have been searching for you for quite some time," the king explained to me. "It took countless tries to find you, and we found many boys your age, and some even older or younger, who we believed was you." He took his hand of my shoulders and walked to his throne. "But they never seemed to pass the Trial of Judgement."

"And what is this Trial of Judgement?" I asked with such sarcastic enthusiasm.

"Oh, you'll soon find out, my boy," Nohanse replied enthusiastically. It was beginning to be a real problem for me to hear his enthusiasm for everything.

He motioned his hand to a Royal Guard that stood to one side of the throne, and that guard soon exited the room.

"Are you ready for the trial?" the king asked me, meshing his fingers together from both hands and leaning his head on them. A worried and frightened look formed on Zelda's face. You know how I mentioned my senses warn me of danger? Well, this was that danger I felt even more then.

"Father, please don't," she pleaded her father. "You always rush this trial, and never give them a chance to be ready." The princess tugged on her father's arm. "Please, give him a week to train. He cannot fight that thing yet." Uh... what thing was she talking about?

"If he is given a week to train, only to fail the trial, then the wait would be all for nothing." Nohanse held Zelda's hand. "I know how you feel after the events with the others, but please have faith. Don't worry about him, and hope he does fine." He gave her an assuring smile. "I know he will, my gut tells me so."

Zelda let go of her father's arm, and sat in her throne, still with the sared look on her face. Something told me I wasn't gonna like this one bit.

The guard came into the throne room, with two more walking next to him on either side of him. They all carried chains in their hands, probably pulling something very large. I noticed lights coming from the doorway; two red orbs, next to each other, floating above them. I thought it was some sort of altar they were pulling, with red flames on candles standing tall, but I was dead wrong. Loud stomps were heard from the doorway, followed by a screech that wants to make you run faster than a white wolfos who got its tail cut off. Once the light from the throne room shone onto the creature, it only made me want to freeze from horror. Now I knew why the doors were so big.

"Your trial, my boy," Nohanse explained, "Is to kill this beast, by any means necessary."

Yeah, right, I told myself. How do you expect me to do that, your majesty?

It was a moblin, although it was deformed in numerous ways. It had a hunchback growing out, and he looked like he fell into Death Mountain's crater. His skin peeled off, and blood was dripping down from everywhere on the monster. The moblin had teeth bigger than me sticking out from its mouth, and claws were even bigger. I asked myself, looking at my odds of winning, How the hell am I gonna do this? I looked back at the king with a petrified look on my face. He gave me a smile, strangely it was a warm one. I didn't know if he was trying to give me some confidence or if he tried to make me feel I'll accomplish killing this big, ugly piece of crap before it rips me to shreds. I seemingly had no choice in the matter, except to fight it. One thing I wanted to know was how?

The beast's claw smashed down overhead, and I barely jumped back out of the way. After looking at the crater the claw left, I wondered that if I got hit would anything be left of me. I wasn't given time to think on that subject when I saw the claw swipe across the floor once again towards me. I ducked to dodge the attack, losing a hair in the process and nearly getting my head ripped off. It seemed hopeless to fight this thing, but I had to do it nonetheless. First I needed something to help me fight back, like a sword or another kind of weapon. I knew I couldn't fight the thing without some help, so I thought quick. I looked around the room as I dodged the attacks from the moblin, but nothing seemed effective against it; there were no suitable weapons, no swords, no spears, no nothing. That's when Zelda took matters into her own hands, or at least that's what I think happened. She forcefully took a spear out of one of the guards' hands and notified me,

"Lee!" she called out. Luckily I heard her, but barely, through all the falling stone and debree, as well as the wooden support beams from the ceiling that splintered to the ground. I looked at her, and she threw the spear toward me as I watched it soar through the air before it rolled onto the ground. I grinned, satisfied with my odds from that point. Finally, something worth fighting with. I dive rolled to the spear, avoiding another one of the smashing fists from the horrid-looking moblin, and grabbed the spear. I held it defensively, finally standing up to the beast. Time to kick some monster ass!

The beast threw down his claw to the ground with brute strength. I didn't jump cowardly out of the way this time, but instead I stood there and drove the head of the spear through the moblin's claw. Strange, I thought, that I didn't feel scared to fight back. I didn't know what the feeling was, nor where it came from, but it was such a calm and soothing feeling. I felt unusually overwhelmed of calmness and felt so relaxed, feeling no fear while standing up to this creature. Did I also mention that I never held a spear in my hand before? Because it felt so comfortable in my hand like I was skilled with using the weapon. What also happened was that I blanked out, unaware of what went on. My body wouldn't listen to me, nor did my mind. It was like... I don't know how to explain it. I didn't know where this sensation came from, I didn't know why it happened, but since my body didn't listen to me it could only mean that I was being controlled by something, or someone. But if that was true, which I highly doubted, then who, or what, was it?

The beast screeched in pain, pulling it's claw back. My spear was still stuck to its hand, but I didn't plan to let go. I held strongly to the spear, trying to pull it out with my weight. Successfully I pulled the weapon out, landed on the ground, and swung the spear overhead in my hand as I went into a defensive stance. I stared at the moblin, watching it's movement carefully. I never felt such a calm feeling, that it could help me concentrate as easy as breathing. The moblin's movement was slow, easy to follow, as if time slowed itself. I didn't know what was going on with me, but it didn't matter then. All I knew was that then and there I could kill the beast with ease.

It's claws were swinging toward me. Seeing this, I ducked under the first swipe and dodged the second by jumping to the left. The claw crashed into the ground, so I seized the opportunity to strike back. I ran up the moblin's arm, scarring its skin with the blade-end of the spear as I ran up. After scarring the whole forearm I leapt off and went straight for his head. Seeing this the moblin attempted to punch me out from mid-air. At this point a part of me knew it was hopeless to get through, but nothing paid any attention to me. My body rejected me, and went for a failed attempt to attack through the moblin's offensive strike. At least I thought it was a failed attempt, for when my spear and the monster's fist collided the first thing I saw was blood spilling out and a hand falling swiftly to the floor. Next thing I knew, I stood on the moblin's head with my spear driven into its skull. I woke up from that trance I was in during the whole fight, and saw what I did.What the hell? cam to mind, after seeing blood all over and myself standing on the beast's head.

The moblin fell back, and I lost footing on the body's head. I fell the other way, landing onto my back. The moblin made an impact onto the floor by shaking it, making a bit more of debree that fell from the already unstable ceiling. I looked at everything and saw destruction all over the throne room. The red carpet was ripped to shreds of fabric, with stone blocks and broken stone pieces around the room. The walls were destroyed, every painting either damaged or crushed by the debree. The red curtains on the wall over the portraits were ripped like the carpet, and the golden brown walls were now grey from the dust from the broken stone. the only clean and stable place was the throne area at the opposite end from the door. It was chaos in here, nothing else. What baffled me more was me; what the hell happened to me back there, during the fight with that moblin? I wanted to know. If I could do whatever I did back there again, then I could protect myself even better, I thought to myself. But then how can I do it if I don't know what it was?

I heard applause from across the battered room. I looked to see who applauded, and it was the king. Nohanse walked toward me, with Zelda right behind him. She looked relieved, probably from knowing the fight was over. The king, on the other hand, was just satisfied, not even being the least bit worried about my safety.

"Bravo, Lee," he called out, still aplauding. "I had my doubts, but you are certainly the one we've been looking for. Glad to have you with us, my boy."

"What the hell was this, Nohanse?!" I asked furiously. "Yoou knew that having me fight this thing without even a weapon was suicide, and yet you made me stand up against it. Did you want to get rid of me that badly, at the expense of your own throne room?!"

"Lee, please stop," Zelda said softly. Luckily I heard her, regardless of how loud I was shouting and showing my anger to the king. Remembering what my father taught me about being a man, I listened to Zelda and stopped the spazzing.

"My boy, you misunderstand," the king hesitantly explained. "It was not that I wanted to kill you, far from it. The only way that we could tell if you were really the Guardian of the Triforce is if we put you in extreme danger. If we gave you a true reason to use your absolute strength, it will awaken. We took into account that you would be inexperienced so we had to make sure it was highly dangerous."

So you decided to unleash ultimate doom on me?! Just where the hell do you come up with this idea?! Nonetheless, though, it didn't matter anymore. I survived the fight and now I can rest.

"Now we must depart." Nohanse called a guard who responded by running to him and standing in attention. "Please get 3 of my good horses ready for departure." The guard then saluted and ran out of the room in haste. I became confused, after hearing him say departure. Where could we be going now? Why are we going at this moment, when I just want to rest? When will this day be over so that I don't have to ask myself so many damn, freakin' questions?!

Nohanse continued to walk. "Please come, Lee. We must make haste."

"First tell me where we're going," I asked demandingly, awaiting an answer.

"We must go to the Temple of Time, so that you may complete the second trial and to see if you are truly who we've been searching for." the king sounded so overly dramatic, like he was telling a story. I heard that his majesty was sometimes strange in numerous ways, but all in all he was a good man, fun to be with if he feels like having a good time. Wait a sec, I wondered. Why would we be going to the Temple of Time?

The king was exiting the room through the bronze doors, as I quickly followed him. Whatever it was that his majesty was planning, I hope it's easier than fighting a huge piece of crap-looking moblin. I do not wanna see those again, ever.

We enetered the stable, and all I could think about was how bad the place stunk. Well, it was a stable, but it was nothing that I've ever smelled before. However, the large stables presented itself much cleaner than its smell does; the stables had stacks of clean, yellow hay piled on top of each other, and the walkways through the stables were clear of anything, especially of horse dung. Any stable you go to, you'll always step into an animals crap, but in here it was like it's impossible to do that if you even wanted to, not like I did. There were also many breeds of horses, almost too many to count. When I saw the exit to outside the stables, three white horses were at the ready. They were elegant creatures, white as snow, and their manes were the same snow white colour. It's like they were carved from the clear white ice you see around Zora River during the winter, with the exception that they don't melt. If you ever get the chance to see the river in winter, you won't regret it. It's a sight to see, much like these horses.

There was also a horse coming toward the stables. It was a black horse, with full-plated armour of a polished black. A man was riding on the horse, with black, polished armour just like the horse he was riding. His helmet, also the same colour, had a sort of a red mane hanging down his back to his shoulder blades. It had golden incrusted designs on the breastplate and arm and leg guards. It was the armour of the Hyrulean General, something my father would have been weaing if he survived to this day.

He stopped at the stable entrance and exit, and dismounted from his horse as a servant of the stables took the horse to get it cleaned up and ready for another ride when the time comes for it. He took off his helmet, and to my surprise the man who wore the armour of the Hyrulean General was none other than a male Gerudo, a thief despised by many people of Hyrule. Why would such a man wear that armour? It made no sense to me. He was no Hylian, no man who deserved the armour. Why would he be given permission to wear it? It might be okay with the king, but I didn't like it one bit.

"Ah, Sir Ganondorf, welcome back," Nohanse greeted him with a warm smile. "I assume that your meeting went well with your tribe."

"I cannot say, your majesty," the Gerudo man explained. "They aren't easy to convince to join forces with us. However, they have agreed to think the issue over. They will have an answer ready for us by the end of the week."

"That's excellent news, General," the king satisfyingly said. That's when the man eyed me, giving me a weird feeling and an unusual chill up my spine. I don't know what it was about him that made me feel startled by his appearance, but I didn't like the feeling.

"Pardon my interruption, your majesty, but I wasn't informed of a new stable boy working in our stables."

What the hell did he mean, stable boy! That's when I took into account that I still wore the torn up tunic and ripped pants. My filthy appearance made me look more like a street urchin, which was what I lived like for the past 10 years. Heck, it would even fool me into thinking the same thing he thought. Could you blame him?

"General, show some respect," Nohanse responded more seriously but with the same warm, joking kind of gesture he showed me awhile ago. "This boy here is the one we've been looking for."

"You don't mean..." Ganondorf paused, then looked at me with a look of shock. He looked into my eyes, which gave me an eerie feeling in my gut. I heard him mutter something, but all I heard was, "Those eyes." What could he mean by that? I never seen him in my life, but he acted like he knew me. Who was this man? I wondered about this man. Who could he be?

"Yes, this is the boy," the king explained. "He is the Guardian of the Triforce."

"I see," Ganondorf paid close attention to me, almost giving me the impression that he has something against me. What did I do to him? I didn't like where this was going.

He then put out his hand, wanting to shake mine. "It is a pleasure to meet you finally, Sir..."

"The name's Lee," I replied with a boastful tone, knowing that I had superiority over him. I shook his hand, and smiled, trying to hide my distaste for him. I didn't know why, like many things that happened that day, but he didn't seem friendly, no matter how well he was pulling off the whole mannerly routine.

"Sir Lee, is it?" We then let go of each other's hands. "Well, I see that you are still alive after fighting that hideous beast. I hope you succeed in completing the second trial." He went on his way after bowing in front of the king to excuse himself. We sat onto the sattles, with 4 Royal Guards accompanying us, and we set off to the Temple of Time without further delay, so that I may prove to be the Guardian of the Triforce, or fail and live as the street urchin I was before this day started.

[Spearhead]

Chapter IV:
A Second Side to All of Us

The Temple of Time was a place of emmaculate beauty, standing very tall in the very center of Hyrule, seen by all of the land from far away. The white-stone walls look unusually clean as if the temple was built just a day ago. The blue marble rooftops of the temple dimly reflected the sun's radiance. The courtyard at the foot of the stairs leading to the entrance were lush and green, no blade of grass dried up nor showing any signs of becoming brown anytime soon. It was as if time didn't exist here, which may be why it was called the Temple of Time; the temple never seemed to age at all. The walls surrounding the temple and courtyard, made with the same stone as the temple walls, stood tall and strong to protect the grand structure. The sages have created an edifice that could make anyone gaze upon it with great inferiority, but the outside did not come close to comparing with what was inside. What was said to be housed inside was the golden relic itself, the Triforce, housed in a chamber that was sealed off and protected by a large slab of stone called the Door of Time. I knew the trip had something to do with the Triforce. Maybe I finally get to obtain it, I thought to myself. It was a great wish I had, because it was such an overwhelming idea that I could be able to harness such infinite power. I anticipated the whole way there for it. It was too exciting to be so calm about.

We halted to a stop at the large gate into the courtyard. The stone doors looked strong, unable to move no matter how much force could be used to push it open. I wondered how they'd open the doors, but something unexpected happened.

"Zelda," Nohanse called out. He looked at her with a serious expression on his face. Zelda hesitated for a moment before she got off her horse and walked to the stone doors. When she walked past me, I saw a look of fear on her face. Just what is she about to do, I wondered strongly.

Zelda placed her right hand on the slit between the stone doors. Closing her eyes the princess breathed slowly and steadily. I watched with curiosity as to what she was about to do. Soon after light was emmitted from under her hand on the doors. It wasn't long when the doors just opened up with ease, but she didn't feel all that well when I saw her fall down to her knees in exhaustion. Seeing this, I became quickly worried and dismounted from my horse to aid her to her feet.

"Are you ok, your highness?" I asked concerned.

"I already told you," Zelda replied, sounding tired. "You don't have to call me that."

"Here, let me he..." and she pushed my hand away, getting up herself. I didn't know what I did wrong that she had to ignore my aid to her, but I must've done something to piss her off before.

"We have to get inside the temple, Lee," Zelda forcibly said through the fatigue she gained after opening the doors, with whatever she did. "We cannot waste time."

I got up myself, and followed Zelda. The king and the four guards who accompanied us followed behind, still on their horses. The other two horses were taken by one of the guards so that they didn't wander off. The king didn't look like he had any sort of concern for his daughter's safety, which pissed me off a bit. He was Zelda's father, he should've been concerned for her. I don't know if he was just trying to have faith in her safety, or he just didn't care, but he had no intention of helping her at all. Something was definetely going on, and I needed to know what.

My thoughts washed away as I noticed something very odd. When I entered through the gate the temple was not as magnificent as it was before. The sky was black, no light from the sun, and the temple lost its emmaculate radiance. The courtyard had brown grass instead of the lush green grass that it was supposed to have. It did not give that "new" look, since the temple looked more like a dungeon. Nothing past the temple gates had any logic to it. Outside the temple gates, the walls were as white as snow, and the rooftops were always lustrous, but inside it was as if it aged a thousand years. Just what is going on, I wondered incomprehensibly. Once again, my day was becoming more and more perplexed every moment time passed by.

"Lee, we must go on," Zelda commanded me, grabbing my attention. "We cannot waste time here."

"A-alright, I'm coming," I replied. She sounded serious about getting inside, so I didn't want to get her angered. It was strange, though, that the princess acted so serious. Before, in the bedroom, she acted timid and gentle, all innocent-like and kind-hearted. Watching her with such an attitude was like watching rain fall up; it just wasn't normal.

Nohanse dismounted from the horse with the aid of a guard. The guards also dismounted from their horses, following the king up the steps. he ordered two of his men to watch the oustide and guard the entrance. The other two were ordered to follow him inside. However we couldn't enter because, just as the gate, we cannot open it by simply pushing it open. That's when Zelda did the same procedure. I became more curious as to what she was doing, but at the same time afraid for her safety. It drained more of her energy, and made her more tired. Just what was she doing? After that, she fell again to her knees. I went to her aid, but again she pushed my hand away. I felt like I lost her trust, but I hardly did anything to her.

"Quickly, we must get inside, Lee," she said, in her demanding tone. She was in such a hurry, I began to get a bad feeling about this trial. Needless to say, though, my anticipation was growing more and more as we delayed our entrance into the Temple of Time, but my anticipation became fear when I saw the inside.

The inside was the same as the outside, except it was, well, inside. The halls were massive in size and dark, and the windows served no purpose as well, but fortunately there were chandeliers overhead that emitted just enough light for us to see where we were going. Every sound made, no matter how soft it was, could create such a loud echo that would almost sound as if something enormous was walking toward you. The walls were brittle and looked like they were about to fall apart and collapse the temple on top of you. What made that even worse was that tiny debris was falling from the ceiling, notifying me that it was about to fall. The dark shadows in the hall shrouded much of the room off to the side, giving me an uncomfortable feeling that something was about to jump out and attack. It made no sense to me. Why did such an enormous structure fall so easily. Why is it that time just seemed to go a thousand years into the future once my foot stepped through the gate? Maybe it was time itself, but was there any significance to it all? Or was it all random occurences that I was witnessing?

As we approached the Door of Time, the king stopped and his men did the same, as Zelda approached the door. The king stayed a good distance away from the door, like something will explode from behind the door or something as dangerous. Zelda took a deep breath, and began concentrating her energy on the large door. I became frightened even more, because it was such a large door compared to the other ones she opened, and those ones before took a fair amount of energy from her. From the looks of things, seeing the king far behind Zelda, I had a feeling that she might not make it out on her own two feet.

The door successfully opened, and Zelda turned around to look at me with a faint smile, followed by falling from dizziness. Seeing this I reacted quickly and jumped to her rescue. I caught her before she hit the ground, and held her head up. Her face was unusually pale, and her skin was abnormally cold. She didn't seem to have fainted like any normal person would. It's as if she was dead, but thankfully that wasn't the case since I heard her breathing. I needed to get her out of the temple, and fast.

"Lee, we must go on," Nohanse demanded. "We cannot waste any time at all."

He wanted me to go through the Door of Time, but where was his concern for his own daughter? Anger built up inside from hearing nothing about his daughter, who was lying down from severe exhaustion, and who needs help.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" I asked furiously. "Your daughter fainted from exhaustion, and she needs help now! All I hear coming out of your mouth is, 'We have to keep going,' but where is your concern for your daughter?" I looked at him with distaste. "You're her father. Act like one!"

My anger became soothing relief when I felt her hand touch my face. I looked at her, and she looked at me. Even when she's feeling cold, her smile is the only warm and calming thing that appears.

"My father is right, you must press forwrad," she said with a weak voice. "If you don't continue, you won't be able to achieve what is rightfully yours."

I looked at her incredulously. "But you need help. I can't think of myself at a time like this!"

"I'll be fine," Zelda assured me. "Just forget about me and go."

I hated the idea, but I could never go against a lady's word. I gently put her head down, and ran forward instead of walking to quickly conclude the trial. I ran toward the end of the hall, to where light shone brightly. I knew that that was where I had to go, so I ran faster. When I got to the end, surprise and shock crept up onto me.

At the top of a small flight of stairs, standing from a pedestal, was the Master Sword. It was the blade used by the hero, who wore the green tunic, during the war that nearly wiped out all of Hyrule. It was that same blade that struck down the Evil King and ended that same war. No Triforce, no golden relic floating in the air talked about in legends. Just the Master Sword, something that could never be touched by anyone other than a descendant of the hero. Then why was I here?

"What are you waiting for, my boy?" shouted an impatient voice. Nohanse came running into the room, with his guards following behind. "Pull the blade out, quickly!"

"Are you insane?" I replied distressed. "Only a descendant of the hero could pull it out. If someone else tries to pull it out, then..."

"Do not waste time!" The king became irritated. "You are wasting too much time, and my daughter needs you to quickly pull it out before it's too late for her!"

I began having bad feelings about the whole idea. If I touched the hilt of the sword, my life would be drained from my body and added to the sword. If I didn't do it, Zelda's life could be in jeopardy because of my cowardice. It was a lose-lose choice, but I was brought here to pull this sword out. I had no choice.

I had my hand ready to pull it out. I took a few quick breaths to keep calm before I attempted to take the sword out. After a short moment, I did it all in one motion; I grabbed the sword's hilt, and pulled it out with all my strength. Next thing I knew, light came from the blade and shrouded everything in pure light. It only took a few seconds before I could see anything, and what I saw were white walls with windows that let light into the halls. The floor was made of white tiles, with a black, carpet-like path from the pedestal, all the way down the hall. I first thought it was a totally different place, but I soon realized it was the same temple I was in since the beginning. I was bewildered by the events, but I was glad it was all over.

"You finally did it, my boy. You have obtained the blade of evil's bane; the Master Sword."

I fel the sword giving its power to me. It was a long blade, meant to be held with two hands. The blue hilt was long enough so that I may use it properly. On the blade was the Triforce engraved onto it, as well as text. It read, "Power, Wisdom, Courage," on one side, and the other said, "Blade of Purity." It sang to me as I swung it through the air. It was just stunning in my opinion to see such a blade in my hand.

But d