The Right of Passage
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Chapter 1: The Legend
The legend they speak of me is a true one, though not complete.
They speak of a vile rogue named Ganondorf, who obtained the Triforce of Power and attempted to take the entire entity for himself. A man who took over Hyrule, and made the once prosperous land into a dark, bitter one. He, who committed treason to the royalty of the kingdom, betraying the king, fooling everyone around him except a princess who knew better, but was too naïve herself.
The legend also speaks of a Hero, who rid Hyrule of this darkness, but yet no longer existed, vanishing from that point in time, to only become a great legend.
And that is all I was over there, a figment of a legend.
I was not real, at least not anymore. I would be spoken of, historians would study my legacy. But they would find nothing, I knew. They would find nothing because there was no part left of me there. They would become puzzled when they attempted, to write down the legend of the Hero of Time who saved Hyrule, then disappeared.
I didn't know why she sent me back. There existed two entities in me that despised her for it, while another was eternally grateful. Both sides, still, were consumed with fiery love for her, the princess. My princess. My obsession for her, even now, was troubling. Her image consumed my mind, my eyes witnessing shots of the length of her hair at random moments, her face flickering in my vision. I had been searching for her, and when peace was returned, she disposed of me.
But she had done it for me. So that I would regain the years I had lost. Yet, without realizing it, she also took away the part of me that was the Hero, she destroyed the evidence of the Hero of Hyrule, took him back to a time where he was not a Hero, but a wondering boy with a fairy.
In this Hyrule, I was not a legend, but merely a lad who appeared to be from the Kokiri. I needed to leave that place, to escape this ordinary life and create a new legend. I was young, too very young. I was young and hard-headed, desperate to find a new meaning in my life, to create for myself some sort of existence that I wandered into the Lost Woods, fairy-less. I was risking myself so that I could run away, and when I did luckily meet a fairy, I found myself in another land called Termina.
Was I a legend there? I wasn't sure. Perhaps, I could have been. But it was not the legend I wanted to be. Because after it had all ended, I knew that I would be living an ordinary life once more, without a family, and without my best friend.
Even as I speak to you now, I still can remember her. Just a small little creature, but the one who believed in me the most. She had guided me, traveled in time with me, was my tiny mentor. And why she disappeared from me, many years ago, I did not know. She left me without a word, without a single word. Right before my eyes did she disappear, just as I had disappeared from the princess. That that was why I lost myself in the woods, two days passing without food or water, my horse just as weak as me. I was lost trying to find her.
This is the rest of my life, which I will finally confess. This is the legend people do not speak of, do not know of, never uttered until now.
This is what happened to the Hero of Hyrule. The chronological telling of his life, the events that occurred, the emotions and anguishes he experienced up until the very end.
I will not leave out a single detail, for it has been kept hidden for so very long, and the unknown instances in my life are too massive to be unexistent to the world. And as you listen, I beg that you do not judge me, for several of my choices were ones of folly and arrogance, where I put first my own wants and desires, neglecting the obligations I already had before me. But, in the legend, my humility will not be described. They know nothing of the man who was the Hero of Time, because the Hero was an imperfect Hylian, not one of the goddesses.
This is what occured in the years following the events in Termina. This is the fate of the Hero of Time.
They speak of a vile rogue named Ganondorf, who obtained the Triforce of Power and attempted to take the entire entity for himself. A man who took over Hyrule, and made the once prosperous land into a dark, bitter one. He, who committed treason to the royalty of the kingdom, betraying the king, fooling everyone around him except a princess who knew better, but was too naïve herself.
The legend also speaks of a Hero, who rid Hyrule of this darkness, but yet no longer existed, vanishing from that point in time, to only become a great legend.
And that is all I was over there, a figment of a legend.
I was not real, at least not anymore. I would be spoken of, historians would study my legacy. But they would find nothing, I knew. They would find nothing because there was no part left of me there. They would become puzzled when they attempted, to write down the legend of the Hero of Time who saved Hyrule, then disappeared.
I didn't know why she sent me back. There existed two entities in me that despised her for it, while another was eternally grateful. Both sides, still, were consumed with fiery love for her, the princess. My princess. My obsession for her, even now, was troubling. Her image consumed my mind, my eyes witnessing shots of the length of her hair at random moments, her face flickering in my vision. I had been searching for her, and when peace was returned, she disposed of me.
But she had done it for me. So that I would regain the years I had lost. Yet, without realizing it, she also took away the part of me that was the Hero, she destroyed the evidence of the Hero of Hyrule, took him back to a time where he was not a Hero, but a wondering boy with a fairy.
In this Hyrule, I was not a legend, but merely a lad who appeared to be from the Kokiri. I needed to leave that place, to escape this ordinary life and create a new legend. I was young, too very young. I was young and hard-headed, desperate to find a new meaning in my life, to create for myself some sort of existence that I wandered into the Lost Woods, fairy-less. I was risking myself so that I could run away, and when I did luckily meet a fairy, I found myself in another land called Termina.
Was I a legend there? I wasn't sure. Perhaps, I could have been. But it was not the legend I wanted to be. Because after it had all ended, I knew that I would be living an ordinary life once more, without a family, and without my best friend.
Even as I speak to you now, I still can remember her. Just a small little creature, but the one who believed in me the most. She had guided me, traveled in time with me, was my tiny mentor. And why she disappeared from me, many years ago, I did not know. She left me without a word, without a single word. Right before my eyes did she disappear, just as I had disappeared from the princess. That that was why I lost myself in the woods, two days passing without food or water, my horse just as weak as me. I was lost trying to find her.
This is the rest of my life, which I will finally confess. This is the legend people do not speak of, do not know of, never uttered until now.
This is what happened to the Hero of Hyrule. The chronological telling of his life, the events that occurred, the emotions and anguishes he experienced up until the very end.
I will not leave out a single detail, for it has been kept hidden for so very long, and the unknown instances in my life are too massive to be unexistent to the world. And as you listen, I beg that you do not judge me, for several of my choices were ones of folly and arrogance, where I put first my own wants and desires, neglecting the obligations I already had before me. But, in the legend, my humility will not be described. They know nothing of the man who was the Hero of Time, because the Hero was an imperfect Hylian, not one of the goddesses.
This is what occured in the years following the events in Termina. This is the fate of the Hero of Time.
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