Snorunt conservationist
Banned
Hyrule’s Sacred Band
Introduction: Authors Notes
The Kingdom of Hyrule, as any good historian knows, has a long and rather eventful history. Throughout the ages it has faced times of peace, times of war, times of cooperation and of strife, but even today, over 5000 years since its foundation, the Kingdom of Hyrule and its surrounding landscape continues to flourish. Yet as little as one hundred years ago, Hyrule and its whole legacy was on the brink of destruction. Of course, it is firmly etched into each and every memory of those who dwell in our fair Kingdom, and many books have recollected and retold the actions which led to its survival. Nevertheless, with this study of those events, I intend to present the most accurate and in depth account of the actions of Hyrule’s Sacred Band. I will be using such esteemed sources as Taroon’s Goron Chronicles and Idlaer’s Annals of the Rito, but in addition to those, I will refer to less mainstream accounts scribed during the actual events. For the purposes of story-telling also, this transcript will assume a narrative role, one which I hope you will all enjoy. So, having set the background for my writings, it now gives me the great pleasure to tell in full, the story of The Sacred Band.
- Professor Potho, head of history and ancient history at the University of New Hyrule.
Chapter One: Lazy Days in Hyrule Summertime
Vincent Starwhistle shut his front door behind him and started his daily walk to the bus stop. Though short, Vincent enjoyed the walk to the stop, recognising the same people he saw each morning, knowing he’d get a seat by getting the early bus, it all gave him the sense of familiarity and comfort he loved more than anything else. A short boy, his appearance was not what one would call “smart”, with his experimental wispy facial hair, his longish, wild looking hair and his untucked shirt, nor attractive, his short stature being accompanied with a lightweight frame, and his face containing no remarkable features, but he was happy with who he was and those around him were too.
As usual he arrived at the bus stop before the bus arrived, and greeted the woman who was there every morning with a smile and a nod of his head. Conversation was pointless, for Vincent listened to his music every morning, and he liked it loud. Within a few minutes the bus came and Vincent boarded it. He looked around, seeing the same faces he always did, some from his school, others at different schools or on the way to work. Those who he knew he gave a little nod to, and he stood in his favourite position near the front of the bus, with the premium of Hylian classic rock playing through his CD player. As the school building rose from above the hill, Vincent’s mind began to wonder. It was the last day of the school year, and he had a whole summer with his friends to look forward to. He’d had a successful school year, considering his less than motivated approach to his studies, and he felt like the summer couldn’t come soon enough. As Vincent stepped off the bus, took one of his earphones out and started chatting with some of the younger kids as they walked into school, he thought of what he was going to do with his time off. Those garages at the end of his garden were still empty, and he’d long had a vision of turning them into a psychedelic den. He was interrupted then by a young boy called Armak, who asked him in a pleasant tone.
“Hey Vincent, will you be coming down to the park in the summer?”
“Kakariko Park? Yeah I should be” Vincent replied. “Why, are you lot going to be there too?”
“Yeah, most of us at the bus stop are going to be there a lot of the time, as it’s a short difference, playing some footy, wandering around the shop area, seeing Orcha, generally just chilling”.
“Sounds good” said Vincent, skipping one of the tracks on the album he was listening to and fiddling with his earphone. “I am going to be doing some other projects this summer, but I’ll aim to get down a few times a week, if not more”.
“Alright man, see you then” said Armak, walking on towards the other end of Dulvore College, where the younger students had the majority of their lessons. Vincent smiled, said goodbye to Armak and all the other kids he was so friendly with, and turned towards the main building of the college, where he had his classroom and the majority of his lessons. He put his other earphone back in and once more began to think of how he could make good use of his summer, blissfully unaware of the problems he would encounter throughout it.
Dulvore College was (and of course, still is)* one of the oldest secondary schools in New Hyrule, and Vincent had joined at the age of 11,six years ago. Vincent’s grades were above average, and he specialised in the essay subjects of History, Ancient History and English Literature, which he’d chosen to study after his SHSE’s (standard Hyrule secondary education exams), in which he’d achieved seven A’s and two B’s. Vincent’s classroom was in the North Block of the main building, and as he made his way up there he greeted the teachers whom he knew, a few of his friends that were in his year and finally made his way into room 79, where he was registered and had his Ancient History lessons. As he entered he saw his friend Jacob Trion, with his smart, blonde hair and clean-shaven face, coupled with an impressive frame. The two had been friends since they were children growing up in and around the Docklands area of New Hyrule. When Jacob saw Vincent, he gave his customary fake apprehensive look and as usual said, “Have a shave”.
Vincent smiled, gave a sarcastic “maybe” and strode over to his locker, getting all the stuff in there and putting it in his bag, as he would need to do some revision over the break. He then sat down next to his friend and the two began to talk, stopping in parts to greet those entering the classroom and when the teacher gave an announcement. Vincent was also delighted to be asked to baby-sit by his teacher, an activity that for him was the best in the world. This was not only due to the very generous rates he received, but also the fact that the children he looked after were the sweetest and nicest kids he knew.
“So next Wednesday at about 7?” He asked Mrs. Deucherville
“Yes Vincent, that will be great. Thanks a lot.” Replied his teacher as she began to run through the day’s proceedings.
Vincent smiled once again and turned to Jacob. “Jackpot”, he beamed.
“Yeah well, ignoring your borderline obsession with babysitting, you up for a trip to Zunari’s tonight?” said Jacob, adjusting his hair.
“Fo’sure, shall we say seven, I’m going to the library after school to get some history books, but I’m free after that” Vincent said.
“All right, seven” Jacob confirmed and the two set off to their history lesson, for the last time that school year.
At seven, the two boys met at the Lower Docklands train station, and started walking to Zunari’s café, which not only served superb food, but superb discounted food, given the two boys friendship with the shopkeeper. As they walked towards Zunari’s, the talk turned to their end of year reports.
“ I’m surprised we both got A’s in ancient hist, from miss and Mr.W” said Jacob, dressed, as usual, in the smartest threads around. “ But I’m ****** off about that B in economics”.
“Ah well, I don’t do joke subjects so I wouldn’t know about that” said Vincent, who in opposition to his more trendy friend, was dressed in a striped jumper, very loose jeans and some low top trainers. “ However in English, this genius here got a triple 1 A*”.
Jacob gave his friend a soft punch and called him a little prick, before saying “Ah well, next year is where it all matters”
“Indeed” said his friend, pulling his beltless jeans back up to a level where the whole of his boxers weren’t showing, before opening the door to Zunari’s, where the couple had now arrived. “ But for now let’s forget about school and get talking about what we’re gonna do this summer”. By opening that door however, Vincent ensured that much of the summer would be dictated by an issue much more important than the construction of a Psychedelic den, an issue which would determine the history and future of the world that had seemed so regular up until now.
Introduction: Authors Notes
The Kingdom of Hyrule, as any good historian knows, has a long and rather eventful history. Throughout the ages it has faced times of peace, times of war, times of cooperation and of strife, but even today, over 5000 years since its foundation, the Kingdom of Hyrule and its surrounding landscape continues to flourish. Yet as little as one hundred years ago, Hyrule and its whole legacy was on the brink of destruction. Of course, it is firmly etched into each and every memory of those who dwell in our fair Kingdom, and many books have recollected and retold the actions which led to its survival. Nevertheless, with this study of those events, I intend to present the most accurate and in depth account of the actions of Hyrule’s Sacred Band. I will be using such esteemed sources as Taroon’s Goron Chronicles and Idlaer’s Annals of the Rito, but in addition to those, I will refer to less mainstream accounts scribed during the actual events. For the purposes of story-telling also, this transcript will assume a narrative role, one which I hope you will all enjoy. So, having set the background for my writings, it now gives me the great pleasure to tell in full, the story of The Sacred Band.
- Professor Potho, head of history and ancient history at the University of New Hyrule.
Chapter One: Lazy Days in Hyrule Summertime
Vincent Starwhistle shut his front door behind him and started his daily walk to the bus stop. Though short, Vincent enjoyed the walk to the stop, recognising the same people he saw each morning, knowing he’d get a seat by getting the early bus, it all gave him the sense of familiarity and comfort he loved more than anything else. A short boy, his appearance was not what one would call “smart”, with his experimental wispy facial hair, his longish, wild looking hair and his untucked shirt, nor attractive, his short stature being accompanied with a lightweight frame, and his face containing no remarkable features, but he was happy with who he was and those around him were too.
As usual he arrived at the bus stop before the bus arrived, and greeted the woman who was there every morning with a smile and a nod of his head. Conversation was pointless, for Vincent listened to his music every morning, and he liked it loud. Within a few minutes the bus came and Vincent boarded it. He looked around, seeing the same faces he always did, some from his school, others at different schools or on the way to work. Those who he knew he gave a little nod to, and he stood in his favourite position near the front of the bus, with the premium of Hylian classic rock playing through his CD player. As the school building rose from above the hill, Vincent’s mind began to wonder. It was the last day of the school year, and he had a whole summer with his friends to look forward to. He’d had a successful school year, considering his less than motivated approach to his studies, and he felt like the summer couldn’t come soon enough. As Vincent stepped off the bus, took one of his earphones out and started chatting with some of the younger kids as they walked into school, he thought of what he was going to do with his time off. Those garages at the end of his garden were still empty, and he’d long had a vision of turning them into a psychedelic den. He was interrupted then by a young boy called Armak, who asked him in a pleasant tone.
“Hey Vincent, will you be coming down to the park in the summer?”
“Kakariko Park? Yeah I should be” Vincent replied. “Why, are you lot going to be there too?”
“Yeah, most of us at the bus stop are going to be there a lot of the time, as it’s a short difference, playing some footy, wandering around the shop area, seeing Orcha, generally just chilling”.
“Sounds good” said Vincent, skipping one of the tracks on the album he was listening to and fiddling with his earphone. “I am going to be doing some other projects this summer, but I’ll aim to get down a few times a week, if not more”.
“Alright man, see you then” said Armak, walking on towards the other end of Dulvore College, where the younger students had the majority of their lessons. Vincent smiled, said goodbye to Armak and all the other kids he was so friendly with, and turned towards the main building of the college, where he had his classroom and the majority of his lessons. He put his other earphone back in and once more began to think of how he could make good use of his summer, blissfully unaware of the problems he would encounter throughout it.
Dulvore College was (and of course, still is)* one of the oldest secondary schools in New Hyrule, and Vincent had joined at the age of 11,six years ago. Vincent’s grades were above average, and he specialised in the essay subjects of History, Ancient History and English Literature, which he’d chosen to study after his SHSE’s (standard Hyrule secondary education exams), in which he’d achieved seven A’s and two B’s. Vincent’s classroom was in the North Block of the main building, and as he made his way up there he greeted the teachers whom he knew, a few of his friends that were in his year and finally made his way into room 79, where he was registered and had his Ancient History lessons. As he entered he saw his friend Jacob Trion, with his smart, blonde hair and clean-shaven face, coupled with an impressive frame. The two had been friends since they were children growing up in and around the Docklands area of New Hyrule. When Jacob saw Vincent, he gave his customary fake apprehensive look and as usual said, “Have a shave”.
Vincent smiled, gave a sarcastic “maybe” and strode over to his locker, getting all the stuff in there and putting it in his bag, as he would need to do some revision over the break. He then sat down next to his friend and the two began to talk, stopping in parts to greet those entering the classroom and when the teacher gave an announcement. Vincent was also delighted to be asked to baby-sit by his teacher, an activity that for him was the best in the world. This was not only due to the very generous rates he received, but also the fact that the children he looked after were the sweetest and nicest kids he knew.
“So next Wednesday at about 7?” He asked Mrs. Deucherville
“Yes Vincent, that will be great. Thanks a lot.” Replied his teacher as she began to run through the day’s proceedings.
Vincent smiled once again and turned to Jacob. “Jackpot”, he beamed.
“Yeah well, ignoring your borderline obsession with babysitting, you up for a trip to Zunari’s tonight?” said Jacob, adjusting his hair.
“Fo’sure, shall we say seven, I’m going to the library after school to get some history books, but I’m free after that” Vincent said.
“All right, seven” Jacob confirmed and the two set off to their history lesson, for the last time that school year.
At seven, the two boys met at the Lower Docklands train station, and started walking to Zunari’s café, which not only served superb food, but superb discounted food, given the two boys friendship with the shopkeeper. As they walked towards Zunari’s, the talk turned to their end of year reports.
“ I’m surprised we both got A’s in ancient hist, from miss and Mr.W” said Jacob, dressed, as usual, in the smartest threads around. “ But I’m ****** off about that B in economics”.
“Ah well, I don’t do joke subjects so I wouldn’t know about that” said Vincent, who in opposition to his more trendy friend, was dressed in a striped jumper, very loose jeans and some low top trainers. “ However in English, this genius here got a triple 1 A*”.
Jacob gave his friend a soft punch and called him a little prick, before saying “Ah well, next year is where it all matters”
“Indeed” said his friend, pulling his beltless jeans back up to a level where the whole of his boxers weren’t showing, before opening the door to Zunari’s, where the couple had now arrived. “ But for now let’s forget about school and get talking about what we’re gonna do this summer”. By opening that door however, Vincent ensured that much of the summer would be dictated by an issue much more important than the construction of a Psychedelic den, an issue which would determine the history and future of the world that had seemed so regular up until now.
Last edited:
