So i know that i have a whole wack of stories on the go right now, and i promised myself that i wouldn't start another fic until i have at least one of my other ones done, but...well, this story idea has been bugging me for a long time and i couldn't not do it any longer. Mind you, this is only the prologue.I will continue on my other fics as regularly as normal (which isn't all that regularly, i'm afraid), so this story will be slow-going. It will be one that i write when i have no inspiration for any of my other stories, or if i have an idea for it that i just have to get down. Unless, of course, it becomes quite popular. I had the same plan for Gotta Catch em All, but now i write that more than any others :) So to all of you reading this, please review. Obviously if no one likes it, i'll take it down and not bother. But if you are interested, i'll get to work in the spare time i have between other stories.

Disclaimer: Do you think I own the Legend of Zelda?

PS: this fic will mostly be set very shortly after Ocarina of Time.

I hope you enjoy the prologue of The Fourth Goddess :)

Three Golden Goddesses descended upon the chaos that was Hyrule…

Din…The Goddess of Power…

Nayru…The Goddess of Wisdom…

Farore…The Goddess of Courage…

Din…With her strong flaming arms, she cultivated the land and created the red earth…

Nayru…She poured her wisdom onto the earth and gave the Spirit of Law to the world…

Farore…With her rich soul, she produced all life forms who would uphold the law…

The three great Goddesses, their labours completed, departed for the heavens…

And golden Sacred Triangles remained at the point where the Goddesses left the world.

Their presence has attracted many in search of their Power, Wisdom, and Courage…

But…

There was another part to the legend; a part erased from every memory and even from the center of the Triforce itself, in an attempt to hide it forever…

A fourth Golden Goddess, the most powerful of them all…

Sharah…The Goddess of Destruction…

With her manipulative heart, she corrupted the Law set by her sister Nayru and brought Evil into the world…Her actions pitted the lives of every being against the other, bringing destruction upon the face of all of Hyrule…

Her sisters were furious at her deed…

Wise Nayru tried to erase her actions by restoring order, but the damage done was far too great for herto repair completely…

Courageous Farore attempted to create a new race that could not become subject to Sharah's destructive influence, but her efforts were lost as, race after race, all beings developed an amount of evil in their hearts…

Even Powerful Din could not defeat her sister as she endeavoured to vanquish her presence…

It was not until the three Golden Goddesses—Din, Nayru, and Farore—joined together could they defeat their corrupt sister, and even then, they could merely banish her to an unknown existence trapped and powerless in the Sacred Realm. They believed her fate to be sealed when the Evil-Slaying Blade was in place…

Sharah's existence was forgotten by all—even her sister's—and the foolish Sages even built a Temple in the Realm in which she was trapped. But this was not the end of the Goddess of Destruction. She would be back…

All I had to do was bide my time, and wait for some fool to come along and try to be a hero…

A little boy with blond hair and blue eyes stepped up to the Alter in the Temple of Time, with the three Spiritual Stones at the ready. After reading the inscription, he placed the magical stones on the Alter and took out his Ocarina. After dutifully playing the Song of Time, the large Door of Time opened. The fairy called Navi flew ahead to the inner chamber.

"Link, isn't that…?"

The boy joined her and they stared at the object before them.

"It's that legendary blade…" she continued. "The Master Sword!"

Link slowly approached the Blade that repels evil and placed his hands on the hilt. Can I do this? He felt his body tingle as the magic from the Master Sword entered his fingers and spread throughout his entire being. Taking a deep breath, the Hero of Time slowly lifted the blade from its resting place.

Suddenly, a dark voice entered the room and echoed menacingly in the chamber. "Excellent work! As I thought, you held the keys to the Door of Time. You have lead me to the gates of the Sacred Realm… Yes, I owe it all to you, kid!" His horrible laughter bounced off the walls and filled the air as all faded to white…

But when the King of the Gerudos had left with his piece of the Triforce and Link had disappeared, a new voice entered the room as a dark purple essence seeped from the slit in the stone that once held the Master Sword. "At last…" the dark feminine voice breathed. "I am free…"

Far in the west reaches of the land, in a place where sandstorms rage freely and forever, a young boy wandered aimlessly, lost in the cloud of dust. The rough sand had filled his white hair, giving it an odd tan appearance. His amethyst eyes were squinted, with a hand held over them to protect them from the flying dirt. Every time he parted his lips to breath he was greeted with a mouthful sand. His clothes were unsuited for the harsh conditions he was suffering through; with his black tunic and sandals, he was mostly unprotected as it tore at his flesh.

He stumbled in the desert for what seemed an eternity, trying to get back to wherever it was that he came from, when he tripped and landed face-down in the dirt. There he panted and spat sand, his face hidden in his hands. The boy crawled blindly along the desert floor, his hands groping the sand as he pulled himself along. His fingers touched something, and his eyes squinted open and he clasped his hand around it. The object sparkled in his fingers as he pulled it closer to examine it.

It was an amethyst stone in a diamond shape, with a twisted gold serpent curling around it. The mouth of the snake was attached to the top point of the stone, as though it were trying to devour it. Yet the stone itself shone brightly, as though happy to be found.

As the boy with white hair gazed at the stone, a voice dripping malice filled his ears, heard above the howling wind of the desert storm and the whining of the ghosts that haunted this barren land.

"There you are," the voice whispered, though to him it was like a raging river.

Suddenly, the gale ceased and the boy found himself surrounded by a violet mist. As he watched, the essence gathered together into a glowing orb not ten feet from where he was huddled in the sand.

"I knew you would be here, Chosen," it said, chuckling. "I felt your presence as you neared my Stone."

"Wh-what are you talking about?" the boy asked quietly, pushing himself to his feet in the sand and holding the amethyst tightly. His eyes shimmered with it, so that the two looked as one.

The being chuckled again, floating closer to him. "In time, young Chosen. In time…"

With no further warning, the violet sphere slammed into the boy's chest, knocking him backwards in the sand as it was absorbed by his body. The amethyst stone flew out of his hand as he landed hard on his back. At the same time, a ripping pain burned itself into the back of his left hand.

The wind began again, whipping sand into the air around them. A voice filled the boy's mind as he lay panting in the sand and an odd sensation filled him.

"You are powerful, Chosen…" the voice whispered in his head. "You will help me accomplish what I began. Your strength will be my strength, and mine yours. You will be my eyes and ears. Your memories will become my own. Together, we will be undefeatable, even by the Great Goddesses. With you, my Chosen, I shall have my revenge."

The words echoed in his mind as his vision faded to black as he lost consciousness.