Author's Note:I know this idea has been done a lot, and I know a lot of them are terrible, but I want togive this a shot and see if I can breath new life into it. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer:I don't own Zelda or any of its characters but I do own Tristan.

Tick… Tock… Tick… Tock

The brilliant landscape stretched out like a sheet of paper for as far as he could see. Tristan had to shield his eyes to protect them from the intense light that gleamed off the smooth white surface. He had no idea if the light was coming from below, above, or wherever. There wasn't even a shadow cast beneath him.

Clocks of all shapes and sizes faded into the empty plane. About ten clocks slowly drifted randomly through the infinite space, fading away only to allow another clock to chime its appearance.

Every clock was unique in both appearance and time. Each displayed a different face, their hands pointing in random directions from one another. But they all retained the similar sound of passing time.

Tick… Tock… Tick…Tock

Tristan sat for several minutes, hypnotized by the monotonous sound of the clocks before he noticed something peculiar. No matter how much time passed, the hands of the clocks never seemed to shift. Even the second hands were motionless, which left the question floating through the air: from where did the sound emanate?

The ticks became more frequent.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

The clocks began increasing in number. There were twenty,thenforty,then ninety,allwith thatsame monotonous sound, the chimescresendoing with theirsheer numbers.

They flew through the sky deliberately. At first, they floated aimlessly through the sky, like feathers in the wind. Now they flew in swarms, their intense ticking growing even faster.

TickTockTickTock

Tristan ran as fast as his legs could take him to evade the menacing clocks. He heard several thuds as they hit the ground behind him, but he didn't dare turn to look. He knew he had to find somewhere safe. Somewhere he could escape the alarming clocks and their maddening, relentless tick. The invading clocks caught up and encircled him. There were more now than he could possibly ever count, making a circular dome around the helpless boy. He couldn't even decipher the individual ticks anymore. It sounded more like a swarm of wasps.

TiTocckkTTocikTiocTkTTkkicci

He was trapped. His legs lost all feeling and buckled under his weight. He couldn't move, he was going to die.

A tremendous gong rang over the plane and the clocks stopped. Tristan failed to notice, his thoughts only locked to the droning of ticks that still hung over him, and worst of all, the slow drone of the grandfather clock. It sounded like a death toll.

Then, he was falling—falling through the infinite pallid abyss. He was falling, falling, and then… blackness.

Tick… Tock… Tick…Tock

Authors Note: Thanks for reading. Please leave a review. I would love to hear about anything you liked or disliked about this prologue.