Fan Fiction ❯ Legend of Zelda Turbo: Part One ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

DISCLAIMER: Zelda is cool. No doubt about it. But Link gets all the fun. Time for Link to take a break. I don't own Zelda. One last thing, the chapter `1-Pro' means game one, prologue. Turbo is a re-cap of all the Zelda games (Minus Wind Waker and Majora's Mask, as I have neither beaten nor played enough of them to really create a good re-dux, however, when the times comes, I shall add these games. Thank you.)

The Legend of Zelda: Turbo

The Legend of Zelda

1-Pro

`BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" my alarm clock screamed at me, trying to wake me up, it was doing a good job. Reluctantly, I reached my hand out into the cold, Manhattan morning air and slammed my fist down onto the clock. The beeping clicked off. I hate waking up in the morning. The sky is always so………unfriendly.

"Time to get up, Jake. No dawdling, lets go. Up, up, up!" I groaned to myself, trying to get the energy to get out of bed. `Another day, another credit. Well, at least my work doesn't throw me any curve balls.' I thought, going downstairs for breakfast. Was I wrong.

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I pulled my car up to the Downtown Manhattan Archeological Society East Branch, where I work, and turned off the engine. I jumped out of the seat and walked towards the door. Before I could slide my card down, the door was flung open, missing my nose by mere inches. Johnson McMilly was panting on the other side.

"Johnson, what in sam hill are you tryin' to do? Break my nose!? Be more careful next time!!" I raised my voice the slightest bit. His face lit up.

"Ah, man!! You're just the man I've been lookin' for, Jake! Follow me!" he took off running down the hall. I jammed my foot into the door and followed him. He led my to the `New Old' room, where we store our oldest pieces. Several of my colleagues were hovering over a table in the center of the room. I pushed my way through. I then saw what was the buzz. In the center of the table, laid an old, rusted-over sword, with jewels encrusting the hilt.

"Who found it and where?" I droned, examining it further.

"Jackson found it, during a dig in Germany. He also found this. What do you make of it?" McMilly responded, pulling an equally rusty and old shield from under the table. The center of the shield bore a symbol………the symbol was that of three gold triangles, stacked two on the bottom, one balanced on top of the other two. I picked it up gingerly, spinning it around, examining all aspects of the shield. On the back, there were four ancient letters carved in. I squinted, trying to decipher the characters. Then I could read it. The letters began to shift around until a name formed………Link.

"Link." I droned, replacing the shield onto the table.

"Excuse me?" Jackson questioned.

"It says `Link'. That must have been the name of the owner. Leave. I want to look at this thing by my self. Go." I droned, watching every one leave. Once I heard the door click shut, I picked up the rusted sword and prepared to give it my test. I looked down at the ground and rose the sword above my head. Using all my might, I brought it down on the floor. An echoing `TING!' rung in my ears. Sparks soared from the impact site. I was stunned. A layer of rust crumbled off of the blade, revealing words. I began to translate: `To whom finds this blade; speak Eluryh!'. This boggled my mind. `Eluryh………Eluryh? What does that mean? Oh, wait………I got this backwards………it's not `Eluryh', it's `Hyrule!'. Oops.' I thought. I glanced at the blade again, this time, a new set of letters appeared, these read: `Raise the blade………speak the name………be the hero!!'. I shrugged, held the heavy sword over my head and spoke:

"Hyrule!!" a soft hiss erupted from nowhere. I looked at the blade as it shuddered………quickly, I grabbed the old shield to try to stop it. No use. Then, the room flashed a blue swirl color. I struggled to stay conscious, but to no avail. Everything went black, not before a thud echoes in my ears.