A.N: Hello all and welcome to my fic. It's been a while since I've written anything Zelda related, so, here's one I made...very recently, actually.
This will be a slash fic at later chapters...or at least, with a relationship developing slowly over the course of the fic. It may include bad language, violence, blood and scenes of a sexual nature. Warnings will be posted at the beginning of each chapter.
This is set during OoT
Also, I'm writing this fic in tandem with a Tales of Symphonia fic, so updates may be slow. I'll try to keep on top of it and do the chapters equally.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Legend of Zelda, it's affiliates, trademarks or creation. I own a couple of games...and a few figurines...and a rather charming cheap CD of the soundtrack from the games. Nothing more.
Bring Me to Light
Prologue
The Sheikah stood silently, hidden in shadow, pressed against the cold stone wall, tensed for a fight but only through habit.
There was no danger here. There was only him, the blade and the body of the fairy, Navi.
The tiny creature's light had flittered out of existence over half a decade ago and along with that light, the hope of Hyrule had disappeared.
The blade, the mighty Master Sword, stood in its pedestal still, emitting a pale blue light that banished evil, keeping the weapon safe until its rightful owner finally retrieved it.
Hero of Time.
The boy who was to wield the sword had not been seen by Hylian eyes for seven long years. Seven years which had been fraught with misery.
Murder, pilage and rape were commonplace in this new, darker Hyrule. So dim were these times that even the sun seemed malicious and biased, drying out the land and creating stifiling heat that all but melted the pale Hylians, but was perfectly comfortable to the Dark King and his hordes.
Hero of Time.
A figure of legend, the stuff of myth and fairytales and bedtime stories, a name whispered with hope and reverence, a man who bore the weight of the world…but had no freedom to save it.
Trapped in dry heat, stone and sand, bound by chains and the words of the dark lord. Far to the west, the Hero of Time resided in that cursed desert.
Bound.
Beaten.
Broken.
Hero of Time.
Hope of Hyrule.
Saviour of the world…unable to save himself.
Aha, so the prologue is done and the first chapter is being written as I type this. Please review and bear with me...Chapter 1 should be up soon.