(Author's note: this story is an extrapolation of the Legend of Zelda, the story told by Impa in Zelda 2: The Adventure of Link. Don't worry, it's not necessary to know that story. This fits in with the history of Hyrule from what I have gathered. It takes place hundreds of years before Ocarina of Time.)

"Slow down, young prince!" Shelin Impa tried unsuccessfully to keep up with her charge. The boy, the crown prince of the largest kingdom of Hyrule, was giddy with excitement as he ran through the castle. Shelin was the granddaughter of the first Impa to serve the royal family. The middle aged nursemaid enjoyed her service and had already insured that her daughter and his husband would serve in this job when she had gone. The Impa line had pledged this service, and she was not one to break it. She even insisted on being called Impa to honor her line.

Meanwhile, Prince Eloan, barely four years old, paid no attention to his nanny. A servant had just told him that he could see his parents now. For months now Impa had been telling him that he would have a new brother or sister. And now the day had arrived. He reached his parents' chambers and stopped, waiting for Impa to catch up. She did and opened the door for the young prince. He saw his mother in bed, holding a little bundle, and his father standing next to her, looking more happy than the child could ever remember. He slowly moved up towards his mother, climbing up on the bed to see better. He looked at the bundle and saw a cute little face, sleeping contently. Its hair was matted and short, but already took on a reddish hue.

The Queen of Hyrule smiled at her young son. "That's your new baby sister, Eloan." Eloan looked up. "What's her name?" "Zelda. Her name is Zelda." The little boy struggled to say the unfamiliar name. "Z...Zelda. I like it. It's a pretty name."

From the doorway, Shelin Impa smiled. It seemed as if they would get along well.

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Across the backdrop of the giant Death Mountain Range, two horses could be made out in the twilight. Mudora, not used to riding for so long, continued to complain to the cloaked figure in front of him. Mudora was young, no more than fifteen, but certainly none would consider him boyish. The lad was smarter and more well versed in Hylian lore than most of the citizens of Kasuto. He had taken up apprenticeship with the wizard of Kasuto, hoping to learn more of the mysterious magic of Hyrule. But, truth to be told, he was more interested in studying the dusty old books of Hyrule, including the ancient legends. His master, Bagrand, was convinced he would become a scribe. Scribes, of course, usually did not have to deal with two week long trips across Hyrule.

"Relax, Mudora, we are almost there." It was true; the boy could see the spires of the great Hyrule Castle already. Mudora was glad, not only to end this miserable trip, but also to see Rauru again. The older man was Bagrand's first apprentice, learning the mystic arts from one of the most powerful men in the world. Rauru had left Kasuto 4 years ago, just when Mudora was starting. Mudora remembered the man's good humor and his long lecture's against the abuse of magical power. He as a good man, Mudora thought, and certainly deserved his post as the king's special advisor on magic. But he had called on his old master, so something must be amiss. One does not call on Bagrand for simple pleasantries.

They arrived at the castle only a few hours later. They were let in without any problems and led to their rooms, where they were instructed to rest. Early in the morning they were called upon, and after a hasty breakfast, were brought into a small room. Moments later, a short, somewhat rotund man entered the room, followed by a tall knight. Mudora stood and greeted the former. "Rauru! It is good to see you again." Rauru smiled and nodded to the boy, but it was obvious that his attention was elsewhere. Bagrand, slightly embarrassed at his apprentice's reaction, shot him a look that basically stated shut up and sit down. He then turned his attention on the duo. "Pleasantries aside, Rauru, who is that with you, and why have you called me here?"

Rauru sat down, motioning a seat to his companion. "This is Kaepora Grebora, the leader of the mage knights. He has a distinct interest in what we are about to discuss." He then turned attention to the boy. "Mudora, this is important and could very well change Hyrule forever. Can you accept the responsibility of listening to this discussion?" The lad, not waiting for instructions from his master, nodded solemnly, confused with Rauru's tone but excited about the possibilities. With that settled, Rauru once again focused his attention on his former mentor. "Bagrand, I believe I have found it."

"Found what?"

"The fabled Sacred Realm," Rauru replied calmly.