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    The Legend of Zelda: Death of the Legend
    • Synopsis:
      Set in an industrial-era Hyrule decades following the most devastating war in its history, new Heroes must rediscover the long-forsaken Legend to save the land in its most powerful, yet familiar, foe.

      [WARNING: graphic depictions of of war, torture, murder, mild cursing, and a few other things I haven't added in yet :P.]

      Preface
      In a mystical land of a kingdom medieval torn apart and built up time and time again, there lies a Sacred Force created by the gods of old that controls the balance of power in all things. It manifests itself in three individuals imbued with the three aspects the force has carried since its incarnation: the reincarnation of the Hero that bears much Courage, the bearer of Wisdom descended from Royal blood of the gods primeval, and the manifestation of the curse placed upon the both of them to forever battle against the embodiment of Evil itself, the wielder of Power. Courage, Wisdom, Power… these are the Three Aspects of the Triforce that permeates the mystical Kingdom of Hyrule, as those that manifest its facets forever battle in encounters spanning centuries of war and peace and war again, in which the triad of heroes and villains reincarnate are revered, feared, and then forgotten for an age eternal but forever impacting the eons beyond.

      The most devastating of these clashes, known to the ages as the Great Calamity, has not been forgotten so easily however, as the clash of Evil and Good that wretched century of war and destruction entailed sent the Kingdom once proud into despair unlike any had seen or prophesied: structures once bold and full of life beautiful now fell as ruins of crumbling stone overrun by Monsters of flesh and Beasts of steel. Like the eons before, the Champion once again returned donning the sacred Blade of Evil’s Bane like those before him, but was defeated by the Malice of the Calamitous Force of nature and was resurrected into a land he knew no more, for his wounds sustained were more than mortal. Nevertheless the young soldier, now both seventeen and a century more old, fought through might and mind to rescue his land, avenge his companions, and save his lover who woke him from eternal slumber, the Princess wise who in her doubt sealed their fate, as prophesied since the beginning millenia ago. The cycle would continue onward, the world in unknown preparation for a mightier battle than thus, foretold by no one, which would mark the climax of a struggle set to doom the Kingdom not only to ruin but imminent and total annihilation.


      Chapter Zero: Prologue
      In a future some thousand years after the Calamity was stopped, Hyrule is unrecognizable. The medieval villages that once peppered the landscape now are rare sights of a bygone era left on the fringes of society, replaced now with the beginnings of sprawling urban cities and industrial districts ever increasing in size. The beginnings of an Industrial Revolution decades prior to the present brought forth the introduction of modern technologies such as rail travel, electricity, and industrial metalworking allowing cities to build up and out, as seen by the new skyscrapers that dot the skyline. Narrow streets lined with centuries-old buildings give way to new developments of urban housing and businesses, with electric trolleys providing transport through the newly widened streets of the City of Hyrule. A stroll through the city reveals constant construction projects erecting new buildings and showcasing grand pieces of architecture in the style of the ancient Sheikah and Hylian masters before them. Dotting the corners of the streets and greenspaces are statues of the Heroes that led Hyrule through its darkest moments, donning Phrygian caps and sword and shield; yet the ones depicted in stone are not the Heroes of Old.

      The Royal Family of Hyrule ruled for centuries after the Great Calamity, revitalized with the leadership of the Champion and his bride, the Princess of Hyrule. They ruled justly, helping the afflicted peoples under the Crown repair their lives and livelihoods through extensive reconstruction efforts. Using Sheikah technology and mercenaries and Hyrulean manpower, they rebuilt the armies to combat the remaining threat of monsters in Hyrule’s more remote regions. While their armies eradicated the monsters, the Royal Family gave jobs to the people who lost everything to the Calamity in the form of construction crews that were to rebuild the infrastructure destroyed and after that continue new construction projects in Hyrule of temples for the people and fortresses for the army. They reconstructed the Castle Town, expanding upon it to create the new City of Hyrule with the Castle at its center, which would for the next 850 years act as a central governance and trading hub and the home of the Royal Family.

      Following the reconstruction, Hyrule was free from the evil that the Calamity stemmed from for many centuries. However, even without the evil that spawned the Calamity, with every generation since the one of the Champion tensions rose. The royal family became distant from the people they ruled over, indulging themselves in lavish treatment and exotic goods. They consumed more and more of the resources Hyrule had to the point where the people would starve because the royals used half of the food-producing land for themselves, and the other for their lavish new building projects. Increasing durations of food shortages prompted dissent from the Hylian people, who called upon the aid of the Zora, Gorons, Rito, and Gerudo tribes and nations to enact diplomacy, but their cries fell on deaf ears. The allies of the Crown became just as corrupt as the Crown itself, gaining resources and protection from the Hylian Court in exchange for unwavering cooperation. Hyrule’s civilians were angry, starving, and exhausted of abuse and neglect by the Monarchy, and so a resistance movement formed within their ranks.

      Initially a passive movement that criticized the treatment of Hylians by the Crown, it became violent after the Monarchy uses the army to crush a peaceful protest in Kakariko Village. Within a week revolts erupted in every village under the Crown, with some even championing the cry of independence. The revolting villages unified under such a battle cry, and two weeks after the first revolt, a bloody battle climaxed in the great City. Hyrule Castle was taken aback by a siege lasting six days; the Hylians put up such a spirited and well-coordinated fight that despite the royal army hacking down the numbers of rebels by the hundreds, the Crown took worry. On the sixth day they ordered a massive assault on the city outside the castle, hoping to the gods that such an attack would decimate their enemy’s numbers into oblivion. Artillery of thousands of cannons rained upon Hyrule from above while calvary doubled down on the rebel fortifications within the city. Death tolls that day were said to be over 10,000 troops and 15,000 civilians, a massive blow to the resistance that nearly wiped it out, yet the rebels continued to fight and gain ground. On the seventh day, the rebel army let loose all hell on Hyrule Castle: after convincing the Sheikah mercenaries in the royal army to defect and join the rebellion, their combined ranks turned on the Castle, breaking in and killing every royal soldier in sight until the army busted into the private quarters of the Royal Family. Binding them in chains, the army paraded the Royal Family through the now-conquered City of Hyrule whilst the starving people cheered the rebels and pelted the royals with rocks and slingshots. Upon reaching the City Square, the caravan stopped and yanked the chains on the royals to pull them up the steps of a large wooden stage where speeches would occur. In exhibition of their newly captured inmates the royals’ captors shout, “To Hell with the Crown!” to which the crowd chants “Long live Hyrule!” with ever increasing ferocity.

      Then the flogging begins. First the King, then the Queen, are beaten with clubs and belts and whips: with every flogging the crowd becomes more frenzied, shouting in both rage and fervor as their former masters are clubbed to death. After a few minutes, the punishment stops, and the monarchs lay still on the wooden altar; a horrified child tries to run to the corpses of the monarchs, but is yanked back by the chains around her neck and hands. Her captors now tear at her jewelry and dress, throwing her necklace and crown out to the crowd while tearing at her clothes with thorned whips; each piece of jewels thrown into the air only heightens the chaos among the crowds. The girl falls to the floor, covered in bloody gashes and bruises, crying softly. One of the captors on the stage walks to the edge of the stage and holds out the closed hand on his outstretched arm. He points his thumb downwards and the crowd breaks into cheer and frenzy. Taking his request by the people, he struts over to the teen girl and calls one of his followers up to him. His comrade carries a brown leather bag and gives it to him. The young man, no more than two decades old, takes the bag and unsheathes its sole content: a shining sword.

      He calls to the crowd: “Our tyrants have fallen before us! What years they had in indulgence while the common man starved on his meager rations has been justly rewarded!” The crowd increases in volume. “For centuries, we have been told the legend of the Hero that would save Hyrule in its darkest of moments: the hero that would save us from the evils of the tyrant-king. When times looked bleak, we called upon his intercession, we relied on the hope of the legends to save us. It is clear that such acts were in vain, for it was only as it was always: a legend, a delusion made by the Crown to peddle its own authority over the people.” The crowd shouts in agreement. “Divine right? There is none! The legends that claimed it so are untrue. Our former despots ran our nation into the ground, and in such a deed, they cannot be believed to be grown from the carriers of Hyrule’s wisdom. Alas, the legend is the hunter’s trap; let us creatures turn it against him! We will be our own heroes and seal the darkness ourselves away!” He holds up the sword in his hand triumphantly. “This day, the evil one be damned!” His last sentence is almost drowned out by the volume of the crowd, with ever increasing hype they shout, “Long live Hyrule!” chanting with ever increasing ferocity. The young girl kneeling in chains on the stage shakes with fear as the young man walks closer to her, sword in hand. Her eyes grow wide as to evoke any sympathies that might remain, but her silent cries are lost to the incantations of the people. She notices the blade itself, and gasps. The sword in her captor’s hand is all too familiar: a sharp blade with a purple hilt. Now standing before her, the man looks down into the girl’s wide eyes. She looks back, but quickly turns her gaze when their eyes meet. She then holds her head up and closes her eyes, waiting in tears for the following moment to come. The man holds up the sword in the sight of the people once more before drawing back his hand. If it weren’t already the crowds were near insanity. They chanted ever faster, ever louder, as the young man cocks his aim while his target kneels still in submission. A tear rolls down the girl’s cheek as she takes a breath—

      A sharp sound slices through air and flesh. The crowd goes silent as they witness the picture. The young man and woman are stuck in pose, connecting them is the sword they both hold: one in his hand and the other in her breast. The man pulls the sword from the girl’s body, feeling the resistance of the metal gripping the flesh it was made to protect. The girl’s corpse collapses onto the floor from its kneeling position, the expression of sadness still etched into her face. Silently, the crowd waits. The executioner holds up the bloody blade; the crowd explodes with joy and revelry. The man exclaims: “Today is ours! Let us feast and be merry, for the new heroes have won!” The people cheer in fervor. The sword-wielder looks onto the crowd smiling, with tears in his eyes, as he looks upon the landscape of Hyrule.

      End of Chapter Zero


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      A little context:
      With the obscure talk concerning a new The Legend of Zelda game after Breath of the Wild, I decided to test myself and think outside the box for any potential new story-lines that could fit in the Zelda canon. The idea for this thing hit me a couple of nights ago while lying in bed, and since then I wanted to elaborate on it to create a full story. Maybe if it happens to be received well, I'll continue onward with it here. This would be my first post on this platform, so I hope I've done it right.

      Let me know what you guys think! I can't wait to hear your comments.

      P.S.: I initially posted this on Reddit, so if you want throw some karma my way! Post: reddit.com/r/zelda/comments/al…th_of_the_legend_chapter/

      -Jako

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    • New chapter:

      Chapter One: Jubilee Year
      The sun rises over the mountains of Eldin in the distance, casting long shadows on the city streets. Even this early, the city of Hyrule is up and running as the people work to prepare for the busy day ahead. Carriages and streetcars hurry to wait on the next passengers as they go to work. People line the city streets as they walk to and from the various establishments for work or commerce. Hyrule’s largest street is even busier than usual: strings of bulky glass light bulbs are hung between buildings while banners tie the streets together, embossed with bold Hylian script. Every building on the street is decorated with paints of green, white, and purple; shopkeeps continue the trend indoors with banners of their own, advertising products and services with special discounts for the following days. On the corner of that boulevard, the clang of metal against metal and the hiss of steam emanate from a small building.

      Metal against metal; hammer against steel. Within the confines of a small shop blacksmiths in aprons hunch over their anvils, crafting fine metallic gear. One rounds out a gun barrel, another a set of horseshoes; still another a butcher’s knife. It is clear that the shop is hard at work preparing for an influx of customers during the holiday: usually the shop would be less crowded and noisy. Near the back end of the work area, another blacksmith goes to the rear storage rooms to grab some more steel to shape. As he leaves storage to return to work, he bumps into the master blacksmith, causing him to drop the metal he just obtained. The sound of the ingots dropping to the floor rises over the rest of the shop, and some look back to see what happened; the master sharply looks at them and they wisely return to the grind. The young blacksmith hurriedly picks up his things and attempts to apologize for it, but his employer holds a hand up to convey no need for any apology. The master blacksmith motions for his young apprentice to come into his office.

      “My boy, it’s truly alright; you need not apologize so much. You’re in no trouble. Come: have a seat.” The young man finds a wooden crate amid the piles of paper sketches and extra tools for smithing. All over the walls are sketches and blueprints for objects of all kinds: blades, horse bridles, electric motors, and more. The elder sits behind a wooden desk covered in the same and pulls out a manila envelope sealed with wax pressed into the crest of the Republic. The young one’s eyes grow wide. “Soon this great land will have its golden jubilee. Ah, fifty years of freedom: those valiant soldiers did good, they did.” He jolts his hand up to the side of his head in salute: his eyes begin to water as the young blacksmith looks awkwardly at the scene. The elder smith regains composure and wipes his eyes with his hand. “The Heads of State have planned for a new festivity for the fiftieth. At sunset that day a reenactment of the Liberation will be done for the citizens to see, and they need us to make something for that event.” He gives the younger the envelope. “You’ll be going to the Museum. Once there, give this folder to the curator; don’t open it. You’ll be told then what to do.” The young man gives him a confused look, but accepts the envelope and gets up to leave. “Oh, and one more thing: bring your tools.” The boy’s expression questions why. “I’m sorry, I don’t know specifically what; that information is apparently under wraps. All I know is that they need someone to do some metalworking for the Jubilee Parade. I was told, however, that it would be considered a high honor to follow through; and there is no one I’d rather have working for the People’s Chosen than my best apprentice! Now go!”

      Link hurries out the door of the smithy down the busy street. The streets around this district are crowded, with hundreds of civilians up and about for the day. He jumps onto a streetcar headed for the city center. As the car sails through the sea of people, he can see the several other businesses on his workplace’s street: a baker adding new inventory to the display window, a grocer wheeling in fresh produce, street performers playing music and doing tricks for tips. It’s indeed the busiest time of year: for as long as he could remember it always has been. His thoughts drifted to the times he would explore the city streets on his own, watching performers dance and sing and later seeing the parade go by on the city’s main avenue. He remembers climbing up streetlamps to get a better view of the festivities only to fall down halfway up—

      The streetcar jolts to a stop, knocking him out of his trance; Link stumbles a bit trying to regain his balance. He picks up his toolbag and gets off at his destination, where a open gate looms before him, each side covered in banners of green, white, and purple. Behind it lies towering walls and buttresses that form what remains of the old Castle. Much of it was destroyed during the Hylian Revolution, and what structure that remained was converted into a memorial and museum to honor and remember the Fallen Heroes, as they were colloquially called. The courtyard of the former Castle was transformed into a solemn monument, with hundreds of tombstones erected throughout the green plot to honor the wartime dead. In the center of the courtyard stands a monument of bronze dedicated to the founding of the new Republic - a young man in a long cap and medieval garb, in his right hand a decorated longsword thrust high into the air, alluding to that fateful day Hyrule was liberated from its corrupt monarchy. Link can feel the aura of solemnity covering the courtyard as he walks towards the entrance of the repurposed castle, entering the interior gate that was the entrance of the museum, bag and sealed folder in hand.

      End of Chapter One

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