Part I: "Rememberance"

It was ten years to the day since the Fall of Link. The royal family and several honored guests had gathered in the castle courtyard to remember the Hero of Time. Among them was the Queen of Hyrule, Zelda. Only a year had passed since her father's untimely death. No one knew how he had died. Many said he lost his will to live with his grieving daughter. Others say he was murdered from within his own ranks. Either way, no one from the castle would speak a word.

There was no grieving now, however. For the gathering was meant to honor the man who had saved the land Hyrule from the greatest of all evils, Ganondorf. First, as merely a child of destiny. Later, as the supreme sacrafice to allow freedom to live on. No, they would grieve no more. For it wouldn't be what he wanted.

Zelda looked down at her nine year old son and smiled.

"You should be proud of your father, Link. He was a great man."

Link smiled. He did not need to be reminded. He had heard the stories and songs his entire life. He would undoubtedly hear them until the day he died. They would never get old. The pride of being th son of the Hero of Time was enough to make one's life a happy one, even in the face of death and fear.

"I know, mother. You don't have to tell me again."

Zelda smiled again.

Rauru and Impa stood beside each other in the Chamber of the Sages. Projected into the middle of the room was the scene at the castle courtyard. With a single thought, Rauru zoomed the picture in to a view of the young boy. The boy whose name was that of his father's. Link.

"The boy is destined like his father," Rauru said to Impa, "but not as a savior."

"Hyrule must fall," Impa said, astonished.

"Yes," Rauru continued, "the future of the entire world depends on it."

The gathering of rememberance was over. After twelve hours of stories and songs, the sun had fallen behind the horizon, and a cold wind began to blow.

Zelda sat on a stone bench in the courtyard with her young so asleep in her lap. An exceptionally cold gust blew by, and the child stirred.

"Something awful is coming tonight, Link," Zelda said to her son. "Can you feel it?"

Link nodded.

Zelda continued, "I fear that this time it may not be stopped."

Zelda took her child in her arms and carried him inside the castle.

As they passed by the head of ther guards, Vladamir Dukov (Editors Note: For some odd reason, the spelling of "Vladamir" changed. We can only speculate that he filed for a name change or that the author is incredibly forgetful!), Zelda was quickly passed a note on the formal royal paper. She nodded to Vladamir but said not a word.

She did not even think about the note until she had brought Link to his room and knew he was asleep in his bed. As she read the note, however, she knew her worst fears were coming true. The note went like this:

"The guard on the tower has spied fires in the distance. He thought it might have been a camp of some sort, but he wasn't sure. It wasn't until later that he realized the fires were set in a pattern. He called the royal historian who recognized it immediately. They had made their fires in the symbol used by the exiles. My Queen, the outcasts of the Castanerean Deserts have returned."