The brilliant rays of light, streaming through the holes and cracks in the sandstone masonry of the temple, barely illuminated the room. A man in green, walked through these beams of light, and each time he did so it glittered off his blonde hair, making it seem golden, his sea blue eyes also glittered like the sea it so much resembled. Dust and sand, that had leaked through the flaws of the walls and ceiling, covered the once magnificent antique furniture. But the man paid no attention to the furniture. His eyes were fixed on a single chair, at the head of the room. The upholstered, red satin cloth had been bleached gray with time, and the golden armrests had been pilfered by thieves. Two, sand covered steps led to it, and the man ascended them. There he stood, four feet from the chair, his distant memories. She used to sit there, her cherry pink dress, flowing around her, and her beautiful blue eyes, her golden hair. His emotions got the best of him. He let out a small groan and fell to his hands and knees. A salty blue tear rolled down his cheek, hung by his chin for a second, and then plummeted to his ground. It hit the floor, pushing away a small amount of sand, and shimmering in the light. Distant memories came rushing back, and it hurt him. The world he used to know was a wasteland, and he could have prevented that. If only he stayed. Back at the arched entrance, a young woman watched the man in green. A turban disguised any, and all distinguishable features, it continued into a cape, that hung behind the person. Baggy, tan clothes covered the rest of the person’s body.
“Sheesh. I didn’t expect you to get so choked up about a chair. I mean, look at it. It’s disgusting. What is so special about it?”
The man stood up and turned to the figure, his hands curled into fists.
“Oh come on,” the figure spoke, “don’t be like that.”
“Listen Zel, that’s your name right? I don’t mean to be offensive, but what happened in my past , is my business.”
“Whatever, I’m just curious. Link.”
Link looked towards the chair once more. A small, wooden, toy horse lie on it’s side, in a small pile of sand next to the chair. Link let the breath escape him, as he bent to pick it up. He brought it to his face, and blew the sand off it. On it’s side, the name Epona, carved into it. He carefully stored it in a pouch on his belt, and walked back to the entrance. Zel followed him out, with one last look at the ancient throne room.
The two walked into a room just down the hall. It was a library, filled with old transcripts of times past. Exactly what Link wanted.
“Why did we come here?”
Link paid no attention to her and moved to a table, with a pile of scrolls on it. He pushed the pile away, and under it, a diary. He blew the dust off of it, revealing the gold letters, Z-E-L-D-A. He went to open the diary, when suddenly, a loud crashing noise arose from the other end of the room. Both Zel and Link looked up, a little curious, a little nervous. A large beast, with six legs, two humongous claws, and covered in a dark brown exoskeleton, that appeared to have no head rose to the ceiling. That’s a distance of almost twenty feet. Link, undeterred, unsheathed his sword, and held his shield in front of him. One of the large claws came down upon him smashing a stone bookcase. Link simply rolled out of the way and stabbed at the claw. The blade simply reflected off it’s surface. Behind Link the other claw was sweeping towards him. He heard it coming, and flawlessly back flipped over the claw. Zel took her chances, and started to sprint up the claw that had had hit the ground earlier. Three knives appeared in each hand, and one at a time, while still running, she whipped them at the monster’s eyes.
“Bulls eye!” she exclaimed as she jumped down from the arm, “No pun intended.”
The beast roared in pain, and began wildly flailing it’s appendages. It hit all sides of the library, and collapsed, dead. Half the floor of the room rose five, throwing Zel and Link to the ground. Zelda’s diary slipped from Link’s grasp and started to slide down the incline the dead beast had just made. Link crawled after it, trying to get up and grab it. Earthen slabs started to rain down from the ceiling, but this did not stop Link.
“What are you doing!” Zel yelled. Sand started to poor in. Link grabbed the book, before it fell into the chasm. He got up, and started to run towards the door. Behind him parts of the wall are projected across the room, by the build-up of pressure the sand forced upon the outside of the wall. Sand blasted through the holes left behind by the broken wall. Zel urged him on. They dove out the door and down the hallway. The library crumbled with the absence of support normally supplied by the wall. Link sighed, exhausted, and disappointed. Hundreds of years worth of scrolls, obliterated. Oh well, he just hoped the princess’ diary supplied enough information about The Disaster, the remnants of Hyrule talked so much about.

A cool breeze ran through the window, rippling the luminescent pink, curtains. Link sat on a bed in the middle of the room, covered in the same pink cloth as the curtains. His eyes were focused on one thing. The diary. The collection of thoughts in that book meant everything to him. It was his only concern. The words seemed to echo in his head, they punctured the wall that kept his distant memories from him. Tears flowed freely down his face, as he read about the war, her worries about him, he was her only thought. She kept asking the book, expecting no answer, when would he return, if ever? Would she see him again? Link knew, all too much, that the answer was no.

Dear diary,

What could possibly take him so long? It’s been little over a year now, he must have been around the world already. Oh, I do miss that boy. He was fun to be near. Although, I’m sure he has been through a lot, he does deserve a vacation. I do hope I see him soon.

He flipped a few pages.

Dear diary,

My father is worried. Several disturbing happenings have been going on. For instance, the return of the stalchildren. Several travelers have already been killed by them. Wolfos have been prowling Karikoko at night, and Poes have been haunting the Castle Town. Even more, my thoughts drift to Link. It is nearing the anniversary of the day we met. I hope he is back on time.

Link knew that there was nothing he could’ve done. But he couldn’t help feeling responsible.
Why? He keeps asking himself, why did this happen to me?
The Goddesses wanted him here, at this time, obviously, but why?
Why. That one simple word that haunted him for a hundred years.

Link turned another page, only to find that it had been ripped out, as well as most pages after it. Well, there goes his history lesson. Disappointed, his thoughts ran over memories of Zelda, and Hyrule, the magnificent Hyrulian Plains, the pristine waters of Lake Hylia, the towering Death Mountain, and the burning desert of Gerudo Valley.
There was a knocking on Link's door. He jumped up, suddenly jolted from his distant past and into the present.
"Hello?" The person said. There was a bit of uncertainty in the voice, as if they expected no answer. Link straggled to the door, and opened it just enough to peer out. He saw Zel's scowling face, she obviously did not want to be here.
"Yes?" Link raised an eyebrow.
"The king wants to see you." she spat.
"What's the matter?"
Zel's arms flew up.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe it's the fact that you completely decimated three crop fields!"
"What?" Link was confused, how did he do that?
"Listen. That old library was huge," Zel explained, " a bunch of crops were planted right over it. When you woke up the monster down there, it destroyed the library. Now, what do you think happened to the crops on top of it?"
Link opened the door fully now, enraged.
"Now hold on!" he exclaimed, "You're the one who killed it!"
"You woke it up!" Zel yelled right back, "If you hadn't waltzed on in there, I wouldn't have had to kill it!"
"Just, never mind that." Link was eager to end the conversation. He blew past her, and headed in the direction of the throne room.
He walked through the double doors leading into the throne room. The floor was covered in glittering red and white tiles, as was the wall. On an upraised section of the floor at the back of the room, on an ornate upholstered chair, sat the king. He was well built, bald, and littered with scars. One eye was glazed over and his attire reminded Link vaguely of Ganondorf's.
He kneeled in front of the king.
"You wanted me sir?"
"Yes, I did." the king motioned for him to rise, and he did so. "I am aware of what happened in the library-" Link cringed, "but I recognize you are not at fault." he relaxed.
"I have also heard that you are on a quest?"
"Yes sir," Link answered, "I quest to learn of the cataclysm that occurred one hundred years ago."
The king nodded.
"There is an island far out at sea, Gerudo Isle they call it. The pirates steal from us, and other cities near the Ruins.”
The Ruins, is what most people called the ruins of Old Hyrule. It’s almost blatantly obvious.
“All of our historical documents have been pilfered by those thieves. What you are seeking may be there.”
“Thank you sir.”
Link bowed, turned, and started to walk out of the room.
“Good luck.” the king said, as Link pushed the double doors open.