Red: After reading feedback to this story when I posted it the first time, I decided to go back and edit the chapters. Here's the newer version of the story. Hope you enjoy it.

And just to let everyone know, this story will follow Breath of the Wild and will contain spoilers, so if you don't want the game ruined, then please don't read; but at the same time, this story is also not a tutorial or step-to-step guide on completing the game, so not everything will be included either.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Legend of Zelda or Inuyasha.

Summary: Princess Zelda had two appointed knights: a champion of the sword that could seal the darkness and a champion of the bow that could pierce the shadows. The three of them protected the land of Hyrule; but when the calamity hit, the two knights perished for their princess. Now 100 years later, one of the champions finally wakes, but what about the other? [BotW Crossover]

Champion of the Bow

Chapter One: 100 Years Later

A light formed in his mind as a soft hum of a voice rang out and caused him to stir from his sleep. No words could be made out at the moment, but the voice continued to pull him out of his dormant state with each repeated chant. It was trying to tell him something but he couldn't figure out what it was.

As time went by and his mind began to clear and wake him from his slumber, he began to notice the sounds of dripping water and the cool touch of liquid on his skin. Had he fallen asleep in a river? No, that wasn't right. The sounds bounced off a surface and echoed all around him, telling him was in a room or cave of some kind.

The voice called out to him again, a little more distinguishable this time, but still not completely. As he became more awake with each passing minute, a sense of dread began to befall him. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't remember a single thing, not of his life before lying in this room, not of his purpose, not even his name. He felt like a newborn, although he knew he wasn't one.

Link…Link!

A feminine voice called out to him again. Link... Was that his name…? It sounded vaguely familiar… Muffled voices of his past would call out to him using the same name to address him.

Open your eyes, Link.

As if assisted by the voice, his eyelids began to open. At first, everything was a blur, but then quickly cleared as he blinked away the sleep and he could finally take in his surroundings. The room was dimly lit by the receding glowing blue liquid. The tub-like structure he was in was made of a weird stone that was covered with intricate designs. He waited until the liquid was completely drained before sitting up and getting a better look around. Everything was dimly lit except a pedestal that glowed blue (similar to how the liquid had earlier) and hummed with power as if beckoning him to come closer.

He sat the edge of the tub, letting his bare feet touch the cold stone of the floor, trying to get a feel of the room after his long slumber. He put a hand to his head, still trying to recollect what he had been doing before he found himself in this room. No matter how hard or long he tried to remember, no memories came to him. He remembered nothing. This fact should've frightened him, but deep down, something inside him told him that no matter how frighten, upset, or hurt he was, he could never show it. Something inside him told him that he had to face whatever came at him without falter. Despite not having any memories, he knew there was something he had to do, he just didn't know what it was at the moment.

Link…

As if reminding him of something important, the voice jostled him out of his thoughts and Link looked at the pedestal and decided to stand up to make his way towards it. The pedestal seemed to sense his presence grow closer as it began to glow brighter and activate something. Link watched with a passive face as a slate rose up from the center of the pedestal.

That is the Sheikah Slate. Take it. It will guide you after your long slumber.

Link still didn't know who the voice belonged to, but his instincts told him he could trust her and so he did. He grabbed the strange glowing object and felt the weight of it in his hands. There was something familiar about it, but he couldn't put his finger on why that was. The room didn't feel familiar at all, but this object certainly did.

The voice said it would guide him, does that mean it will help him restore the memories he had lost? Either way, he put the slate on the strap he wore on his hip so that it could hang on his side and leave his hands free.

Once the slate was out of its holder, the room began to rumble as the stone door encasing him inside was lifted and opened up to the next room where he was able to find some worn clothes. It was not the best armor, but it would have to do at the moment.

Once he was dressed and the shrine opened to the outside world, Link ran out to the cliff and took in the sights around him. The world was beautiful and lively, but it still had a sense of danger littered in its open fields and widespread forests. Link was not so easily deceived by something so beautiful; his senses were filled with a sensation to fight, telling him enemies lurked nearby even when his eyes could not see them.

After leaving the Resurrection Shrine and taking on the quest set out for him by the old man, he quickly began to learn that what his mind had forgotten, his body had not. Even when his only weapon was a stick, he wielded it like an experienced warrior. He didn't need training to learn how to dodge or do backflips away from enemies, he knew how to swing, how to stab, how to do a spin-attack, he knew it all, but how? Who was he before he had woken up?

The voice would call to him occasionally, but he could sense she was growing weaker because she was never able to talk to him for very long or that often. Her voice sounded a bit sad, but it was also full of hope. She talked to him as if he was the savior, the one person who could save the world—and for all he knew, maybe he was. He surely didn't feel that amazing, but he did know he had a duty to uphold—what it was, he wasn't sure—all he knew was if there were enemies around, then he would just have to pick up a sword and be the hero.

Red: Well, I hope this makes people happier that I'm going slower with the opening. :P Please leave me feedback on if this is better pacing for you guys. (I'm still going to get the tutorial part over with quickly so we can actually get the interesting parts of the story, but I'll take it a bit slower than last time.)