Post by Mini on Apr 26, 2012 16:06:57 GMT -4
In the land of Hyrule, there
echoes a legend. A legend held
dearly by the Royal Family that
tells of a boy...
A boy who,
after battling evil and saving
Hyrule, crept away from the land
that had made him a legend...
Done with the battles he once
waged across time, he embarked
on a journey. A secret and
personal journey...
A journey in search of a
beloved and invaluable friend...
A friend with whom he parted
ways when he finally fulfilled his
heroic destiny and took his place
among legends...
A series of strange and unusual events were happening all across the land of Termina. The weather had taken a turn for the worse in the northern mountains. Instead of a spring thaw, the entire mountain range seemed plagued with the start of a new Ice Age. The friendly Goron tribe were caught completely off guard, and it seemed there was a very good chance they might all freeze to death before help could come. South of the mountains, the swamp lands of Woodfall were being overrun with strange monsters, and a dangerous poison had contaminated the entire swamp. A large landslide just on the fringes of Woodfall had also made travel to nearby Romani Ranch impossible. To the east, the entire ocean seemed troubled by something, and as a result, had turned too murky for anyone, fish or Zora, to navigate. As a result, many fish fled the Great Bay, leaving the Zora people without much of a food source. As if this wasn't bad enough, the famous rock group, The Indigo-go's, were faced with their own problems: a diva who had lost her voice, a songwriter too troubled to think, a missing guitarist, and an upcoming gig slated for just four days away. Far away to the west, in the rugged canyons of Ikana, there were rumors that the very land itself was cursed, and that the dead walked along the living. A brave scientist and his young daughter had set off several months ago to see what all the fuss was about, but none had heard from them since.
Nestled right in the middle of all these strange events was Clock Town, where people were doing their best to prepare for the upcoming Festival of Time. Not even Clock Town was not spared from the strange misfortunes plaguing the countryside. Rumors had quickly spread around town that the end of the world was coming, and that the moon was going to come crashing down on Clock Down right at the start of the Festival of Time. This rumor had created a panic in town, and many had all ready fled for the hills, trying to get as far away as possible. Some brave business owners and merchants stayed behind, determined to celebrate the festival with or without those "foolish" enough to believe such rumors. Soldiers were posted at each of the four entrances to Clock Town in an effort to calm the citizens and make sure peace was withheld while festival set-ups went on their way.
And so, just three days before the Festival of Time was scheduled to start, a young boy clad in green pushed open the wooden doors of the Clock Tower and stepped out into the early morning sunlight. A yellow fairy followed him, staying close to his side.
"He gives me the creeps! That mask salesman was the... Sorry... just thinking aloud. But three days? Even if we never sleep, that still leaves us with a measly 72 hours! Talk about demanding! Well, don't just stand there! Look at the time! You don't even have three full days left! So what are you going to do now?"
echoes a legend. A legend held
dearly by the Royal Family that
tells of a boy...
A boy who,
after battling evil and saving
Hyrule, crept away from the land
that had made him a legend...
Done with the battles he once
waged across time, he embarked
on a journey. A secret and
personal journey...
A journey in search of a
beloved and invaluable friend...
A friend with whom he parted
ways when he finally fulfilled his
heroic destiny and took his place
among legends...
A series of strange and unusual events were happening all across the land of Termina. The weather had taken a turn for the worse in the northern mountains. Instead of a spring thaw, the entire mountain range seemed plagued with the start of a new Ice Age. The friendly Goron tribe were caught completely off guard, and it seemed there was a very good chance they might all freeze to death before help could come. South of the mountains, the swamp lands of Woodfall were being overrun with strange monsters, and a dangerous poison had contaminated the entire swamp. A large landslide just on the fringes of Woodfall had also made travel to nearby Romani Ranch impossible. To the east, the entire ocean seemed troubled by something, and as a result, had turned too murky for anyone, fish or Zora, to navigate. As a result, many fish fled the Great Bay, leaving the Zora people without much of a food source. As if this wasn't bad enough, the famous rock group, The Indigo-go's, were faced with their own problems: a diva who had lost her voice, a songwriter too troubled to think, a missing guitarist, and an upcoming gig slated for just four days away. Far away to the west, in the rugged canyons of Ikana, there were rumors that the very land itself was cursed, and that the dead walked along the living. A brave scientist and his young daughter had set off several months ago to see what all the fuss was about, but none had heard from them since.
Nestled right in the middle of all these strange events was Clock Town, where people were doing their best to prepare for the upcoming Festival of Time. Not even Clock Town was not spared from the strange misfortunes plaguing the countryside. Rumors had quickly spread around town that the end of the world was coming, and that the moon was going to come crashing down on Clock Down right at the start of the Festival of Time. This rumor had created a panic in town, and many had all ready fled for the hills, trying to get as far away as possible. Some brave business owners and merchants stayed behind, determined to celebrate the festival with or without those "foolish" enough to believe such rumors. Soldiers were posted at each of the four entrances to Clock Town in an effort to calm the citizens and make sure peace was withheld while festival set-ups went on their way.
And so, just three days before the Festival of Time was scheduled to start, a young boy clad in green pushed open the wooden doors of the Clock Tower and stepped out into the early morning sunlight. A yellow fairy followed him, staying close to his side.
"He gives me the creeps! That mask salesman was the... Sorry... just thinking aloud. But three days? Even if we never sleep, that still leaves us with a measly 72 hours! Talk about demanding! Well, don't just stand there! Look at the time! You don't even have three full days left! So what are you going to do now?"
