The Legend of Zelda : Twisted Destiny

The Legend of Zelda :

Twisted Destiny

 

Prologue

 

                The quick and lasting noise of raindrops against the windows and roofs, mixed with the piercing and stressing sound of the cold fall wind, were overwhelming into the sleeping Castle Town. The prosperous, lively and colorful town, at daylight, had transformed itself in a dark, gloomy and cold place that very night. People slept restlessly, turning endlessly in their beds as nightmares attacked their sleeping minds and the children cried in fear.

Aelle walked around her cozy mansion with her baby boy in her arms. The little baby wouldn’t sleep. And she just couldn’t allow her eyes to rest as the child seemed so annoyed and terrified. And she couldn’t sleep either.

You will give life to a precious one.

The atmosphere was dangerous outside. It felt like an aura of darkness and evil had swallowed the whole town. The whole kingdom. She looked up at her husband, Arthur. “So you think this is it?” She whispered softly, somehow afraid of the answer he might give her. He turned around to look at her, his light brown hair covering his eyes, but he pushed the stray hair away to stare at her with worried pale green eyes.

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  “It would fit the legend.” He answered, lowly. Aelle nodded slowly and smiled sadly as her eyes became wet. She looked down at her child and poked his nose. The baby screamed.


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  “He feels it… Doesn’t he?” Arthur neared his wife and child and caressed his son’s dirty blond hair.


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  “Probably.” He smiled sadly to the boy who stared at him with huge and terrified clear blue eyes. Arthur then looked at his wife. “He looks like you. Same eyes… Same hair.” Aelle laughed softly.


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  “But he sure has your nose. And he is loud-mouthed. Just like his father.” She giggled, but the cheerful noise died slowly in her throat. Arthur sighed softly and put his hands on her shoulders, leaning against her.


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  “Kokiri forest.” He whispered. She nodded, a single tear falling down her cheek.


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  “Is it really time?” She turned to look at her husband’s grave face.


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  “Probably.” He smiled to her. She took a step forward and hugged him, taking care not to hurt the baby.


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  “I love you. Always did and always will.” He smiled softly to her.


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  “The same goes for me, you know.” He caressed her cheek. She held her head up as tears rolled down on her porcelain skin. Then, she looked down at the baby who was barely hysterical.


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  “And we love you, so very much.” Arthur nodded and smiled down at his son. The baby seemed to calm down a moment. Aelle looked back up. “For Hyrule.” He nodded.


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  “For Hyrule and more importantly, for his future…” He offered his finger to his son. The baby grabbed it instantly with his left hand to squeeze it, as if saying “it’ll be okay. I’ll be okay.”

But to ensure his future, you will both die.

The doors to the manor flew open and Arthur turned to face them, sword in hand. He looked above his shoulder at his family. “I love you.” He said. Aelle nodded.

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  “Me too.” And she ran away to reach the backdoor, her crying son in her arms, as she heard the first distinct sound of blade clashing together that night.

Wrapped in a cape, she ran as fast as she could through the streets of Castle Town, sneaking past the enemies most of the time and running away from them when they spotted her. She ran through the dead bodies of people she knew and witnessed the fire fighting the rain as the town was being destroyed. Even the magnificent white castle of Hyrule seemed dark and cold during that night as dark smoke escaped the windows. She could only pray for the king and his family to be alright.

Everything seemed to be going almost well as she dodged successfully and skillfully her enemies and it seemed almost too perfect when a horse met her way. She mounted it, the crying baby in her arms, and the beast started to gallop towards the exit of the royal town and towards her destination: Kokiri Forest.

But beware, the legend can be perturbed.

As she was reaching the exit of her nightmare, something hit Aelle hardly and she gasped, hitting the horse with her heels. An arrow had gone through her chest. The horse stopped his run abruptly. That shock, plus the paralysing pain that was killing her made the blond woman fall off of her horse, in the mud, as the baby fell a few inches away from her, crying more strongly than ever. She raised a hand to reach the boy, but it was useless as a foot severely landed on her hand. She looked up, mouth-opened, as she was bleeding to death in the dirt. “Some Hylian whore. Kill her.” A woman said.

Aelle swallowed her saliva which was mixed with her own blood before choking on it. A Gerudo. A Gerudo woman was attacking her. She looked down at her son again. Then, the cold blade of a scimitar was pressed against her neck. “L-l-live………. My son……………………. L….” She was silenced.

The Goddesses are cruel. This is all a game. Their game.

The baby seemed to yell louder than ever and the Gerudo turned around to look at him, irritated. She grabbed him in her arms, but the little boy struggled fiercely for her to let him go. She chuckled darkly before turning around to look at another woman of her clan. “What should we do with that baby? Bring it to our lord?” The other woman shook her head.

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  “Useless. We are looking for a noble boy. Not some bastard child found near a dying slut in the slums.”


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  “Yeah. Probably.” She let the baby fall to the ground, in the mud, near the body of his dead mother. “Let’s just let him die here.”


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  “Yeah.” They chuckled as they turned around and abandoned the little screaming boy.

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Rauru stood beside the Great Deku Tree, soaked. A thunder illuminated the sky. The wise tree looked down at the old man. “The legend…” Started the leader of the Kokiris.

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  “Is changed.” Replied the sage of time.


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  “Changed or simply inaccurate?” Rauru chuckled wisely.


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  “Hyrule will be saved, my good friend. But not under the circumstances we hoped for. The Goddesses changed their plan.”


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  “And is it for the better… Or the worst?”


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  “Probably for the worst.”